The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The next day, Wen Yubai woke up feeling refreshed, having slept until almost ten o'clock, which was rare for him.

I had a strange dream last night, and I was even woken up by Loven in the middle of it, so my sleep quality wasn't very good.

But when he lifted the blanket, sat up, and moved his shoulders, he found that he felt comfortable all over and had no discomfort at all.

After washing up and getting dressed, he was still preoccupied with the incident that had kept him tossing and turning all night. He had a feeling that someone was up to something in the shadows.

Wen Yubai ate a quick breakfast and then headed towards the outskirts of the city.

The wealthy workers' workshop wasn't particularly crowded at this time.

The sunlight made the stone and glazed bricks glitter, and the framework of the prayer altar grew taller, with several newly erected stone pillars standing out.

Seeing that the construction progress had accelerated again, Wen Yubai felt terrible. He originally thought it would be an unfinished project, but more and more people came to work and the construction was getting faster and faster.

A group of people were gathered on the open space on one side of the venue. Wen Yubai walked closer and saw that the one standing in the middle was the Paladin Commander.

The paladin commander was not wearing knight's attire, but rather a white vest, his strong, dark arm muscles gleaming with a healthy sheen.

He held the stone weight in one hand and was explaining the key points of the movement to everyone:

"When you exert force, don't just rely on your arms; use your waist and abdomen to drive the movement, tighten your core... Yes, that's it, feel the transfer of power."

After saying that, he gently and easily lifted the stone lock above his head, making it extremely stable.

He was surrounded by a group of people, men and women, all with serious expressions and longing in their eyes.

Just as the Paladin Commander was about to move on to explaining the next movement, he caught a glimpse of Wen Yubai standing outside.

"Holy Child!"

The people around turned their heads at the sound.

Upon seeing Wen Yubai, they all surrounded him, their expressions a mixture of excitement and respect.

"Good morning, Your Holiness!"

"Your Highness, have you eaten?"

"My Lord, look at my biceps!"

Faced with everyone's enthusiasm, Wen Yubai almost lost his aloof demeanor. He didn't know what to say, so he simply nodded slightly in response.

He glanced at the Paladin Commander's condition; he was full of energy and enthusiasm, clearly immersed in the wonderful experience of exercising.

Very good, Paladin Commander, keep it up.

If you move your muscles, you can't use your brain.

Wen Yubai told them to continue listening to the Holy Knight Commander explain the secrets of fitness, while he went to attend to other matters.

Everyone was obedient and didn't pester him. After all, his charm couldn't compare to that of Lovin, and he wouldn't attract people's fanatical followers.

Wen Yubai was about to go find Bishop Dickens and Little Mustache when a figure jogged up to him.

It's Dai'er.

Wen Yubai was deeply impressed by the young lady who had won the bodybuilding competition.

She was wearing a leather jacket, and she looked much more energetic.

Dai'er stood in front of Wen Yubai, bowed slightly, and then raised her head with eager eyes.

"Your Holiness, I have something I would like to ask for your permission to do."

Wen Yubai looked at her, somewhat curious, "What is it?"

He realized that working in the temple was a waste of money and effort, and was finally going to give up. Before leaving, he came to scold himself, the initiator.

Although the hope was slim, Wen Yubai remained optimistic.

Dale took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage, and said, "Your Holiness, I have received the blessings of the Temple, and my body and will have been strengthened. I am very grateful, so I would like to make some contributions to the Temple."

"I want to travel all over mainland China to share my experiences with more people and promote the ideals of the Holy Son."

"I know that Your Majesty asks us rich people to participate in labor not only to make us physically stronger and tougher, but also to let us personally experience the weight of labor itself and understand the hardship of those ordinary people supporting this city with their own hands day after day."

"I knew nothing about these things before, but now that my hands are calloused, I finally understand."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yubai almost lost his composure.

What a lovely girl, how could she be so foolish?

This isn't about promoting a message; it's about rubbing salt into your own wounds.

Wen Yubai was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking seriously, before speaking:

"Miss Dale, the Temple appreciates your kindness. But I've always believed that truly good things don't need to be publicized."

"When you stand on the stage and use your own experience to inspire others, that's a natural thing to do. But if you send people out to spread your message, you lose the original purity."

Dale was slightly taken aback by his words, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Your Holiness is right. I did not consider this carefully. Let me think about it some more."

Looking at her expression, Wen Yubai knew that she was definitely not giving up.

"You can focus on your health... cough, work. If a suitable opportunity arises later, I will give you priority consideration."

Dale's eyes lit up again. "Really? Thank you, Holy Son!"

Wen Yubai temporarily calmed her restless heart and turned to continue searching for Bishop Dickens and Little Mustache.

I searched around the rich people's labor field but couldn't find it, then I found it on the third floor of the common people's book copying shop.

The third floor was an area that was not open to the public. Wen Yubai asked the priest on duty and learned that the two of them were there, so he went upstairs.

From afar, he saw Bishop Dickens and the bearded man huddled together, engaged in a lively discussion.

Sure enough, there was a problem. Wen Yubai remained outwardly calm, but the alarm bells in his heart had already gone off.

He knew those two had ulterior motives!

"My Lord!" Dickens greeted Wen Yubai immediately, saying with great interest, "My Lord, you've come at the perfect time! We have a brilliant idea."

"Since the labor field can hold a bodybuilding competition with such good results, can the copying shop here follow suit and hold a calligraphy competition?"

"Exhibiting and judging well-copied works can not only inspire the enthusiasm of ordinary people, but also promote culture, and also..."

"no."

Wen Yubai was decisive and efficient.

He could guess what Dickens would say next, and he could make another profit from ticket sales and GG fees, right?

When the time comes, the high priest might have a sudden inspiration and organize another auction of the award-winning works, directly inflating the prices and selling them at high prices, then splitting the profits with the authors and making another fortune.

Wen Yubai looked at Dickens and sighed inwardly:

Luckily I came. Look at you, Dickens, if I hadn't kept an eye on you for a moment, you would have gone astray.

If I had arrived even a little later, I don't know what terrible consequences would have occurred.

If Dickens were to take charge of this book-copying shop again, it would be his downfall sooner or later. Fortunately, Wen Yubai had anticipated this kind of bad news before he arrived, and he already had a plan.

"I want to entrust the matter of the commoners' book copying shop to Erebus. He is reliable and his abilities are evident to all."

Dickens and the bearded man exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.

Erebus knows a bit about design, but does he know how to organize a competition?

Wen Yubai was quite pleased to see their somewhat unwilling expressions.

It's definitely safest to leave it to my good brother.

"As for the two of you, I have something more important that I need your help with."

Dickens and Little Mustache, both of them were stabbing him in the back.

Of course, the one who attacked the most viciously was the high priest, and he couldn't do anything about it, but he could still control these two people.

Before they could speak, Wen Yubai continued, "However, I need to confirm the plan with the High Priest first. Wait for my news."

He specifically instructed, "Do not act on your own before I make the arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Dickens and Little Beard's disappointment vanished, replaced by undisguised excitement.

This is clearly a big task entrusted to them; the Holy Son truly values ​​them!