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

Saint Son continued to introduce this product:

"I designed three styles for believers to choose from, each with a different transmission method and musical structure."

"The first item is a standing glass box containing a small statue of the God of Light, set against a miniature landscape of mountains and flowing water."

"The water will circulate along a fixed trajectory, and when it falls, it will drive a set of intricate waterwheels. The waterwheels are connected to a metal comb on the outside of the box, which will pluck reeds of different lengths to produce a crisp and melodious tune."

"This signifies that the grace of the God of Light flows like a never-ending river."

"The second item is a hemispherical glass display stand with a large disc underneath. On the disc is a miniature scene with some cute animals and dolls."

"When the bottom absorbs enough light, or when it is manually driven, the main shaft will drive the disc to rotate, and the puppets and animals will begin to move, as if they have come to life."

"The meaning of this design is that all things rejoice in the face of light."

"The last one is a wide, column-shaped platform with two statues of believers, a man and a woman, standing inside, their hands clasped together in front of their chests and their heads slightly bowed."

"At their feet was a circle of flowers, the petals opening and closing in an irregular rhythm, emitting a soft glow when they opened and returning to silence when they closed, as if they were breathing."

"Its meaning is that the light protects us and the flowers bloom endlessly, wishing that the life of every believer will blossom like a flower."

Under Wen Yubai's eloquent explanation, the high priest's mind was a little overwhelmed.

The meanings are all good, but what's the point?

If you said this was an artwork or a luxury item, sold exclusively to the wealthy, then that would be one thing.

However, Yu Bai said that the price could only be slightly higher than the cost, as this was a benefit to give back to the believers, and that they should follow the path of small profits and quick turnover.

It's true that profits are low, but you still need to sell more first.

The high priest was silent for a moment, then a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

He suggested sending the chosen one to tour the mainland to promote these "artworks." He believed that once the chosen one stood on the stage, regardless of what kind of goods he was bringing, people would naturally line up to pay.

Wen Yubai immediately saw that the High Priest was plotting something bad, and preemptively said that he had found the most suitable candidates from the production, transportation and sales sides.

After hearing Wen Yubai's assignment, the high priest fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it and decided to call those people over first.

With more people around, we can ponder together and surely grasp the profound meaning of the Holy Son's teachings.

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Bishop Dickens, Little Beard, and Miss Dale were invited into the council chamber.

The three people stood at the door and looked at each other, their faces showing varying degrees of anticipation and nervousness.

They stepped inside, greeted the high priest, and then Bishop Dickens eagerly turned to the Holy Son, saying that he had been tossing and turning these past few days, still feeling uneasy about entrusting the book-copying room to Erebus.

He wasn't questioning the Holy Son's arrangements, he just couldn't let go of some things.

He came up with several ideas, such as rewarding people with eggs for copying a certain number of pages, giving away a bag of flour for collecting a certain number of stamps, and giving the monthly book-copying champion a small basket of fresh fruits and vegetables. These ideas would surely encourage more ordinary people to participate.

Wen Yubai stared at him.

Bishop Dickens, you really haven't given up yet.

Free eggs? Free flour? Do you think this is some kind of free giveaway at the market?

Wen Yubai decisively rejected Bishop Dickens's bad idea.

"Bishop Dickens, now that the book-copying room has been handed over to Erebus, he should be given the space to display his talents. We should not interfere too much."

"Your talent should be used in a more suitable way."

Upon hearing this, Dickens was somewhat disappointed, but his eyes quickly lit up with anticipation.

Wen Yubai didn't keep him waiting too long.

He gave the three men a brief introduction to the processing plan for the luminescent ore.

The three listened intently, but before they could even process the first sentence, the next sentence came, leaving them completely bewildered and unable to understand the meditation crystal ball and the fully automatic light prayer machine.

Before the others could even understand what was going on, Wen Yubai had already begun assigning tasks.

"Sales will be handled by Little Mustache, transportation by Bishop Dickens, and as for production, I would like to hire Miss Dale as product director to oversee the production of this batch of products and ensure that they conform to the ideals of light."

"I will explain the specific details to you one by one later."

Everyone:???

It's somewhat understandable that sales were handed over to Little Mustache and transportation to Bishop Dickens, since the two men did indeed have their own strengths.

But why is production entrusted to Miss Dale?

Dyer herself was also confused. She pointed to herself, her face full of uncertainty.

"Your Highness, should I be in charge of production? I don't really understand such an important matter..."

Wen Yubai thought to himself, "That's right."

It's better not to understand.

Production is the foundation of everything. He entrusted it to Dickens and Little Beard, fearing that they might get carried away and change his money-losing masterpiece.

He only needs one person to diligently oversee the production line and execute the plan exactly as instructed.

Those who don't understand won't presume to be clever; they'll simply work diligently and practically.

Wen Yubai looked at her with great trust. "Miss Dai'er, your performance on the field is evident to all. Your execution and organizational skills are outstanding."

"You don't need to understand the process in production. What you need to do is manage the people on the production line, ensure they complete the work on time and in the required quantity, and let them come to me anytime if they encounter any problems."

Faced with the Holy Son's gaze, Dale's panicked heart gradually calmed down.

She had previously told the Holy Son that she wanted to contribute to the Temple, so isn't this the perfect opportunity?

Now that the Holy Son has entrusted her with such an important task, what a great trust that is! If the Holy Son trusts her, how could she possibly say no to him?

Dale straightened her back, her eyes resolute. "I will certainly not let the Holy Son down!"

Wen Yubai nodded slightly.

His biggest hope is that this batch of products will be heavily overstocked and the Temple will suffer huge losses!

The little mustache scratched his head, feeling strange that a magician who was a designer was now doing sales.

But since the Holy Son made the arrangements, he must have discovered other talents of his.

He can give it a try!

Dickens had no objections whatsoever; his mind was now completely focused on how to set up the transportation route.

The fact that the Son entrusted the transportation to him indicates that transportation is the most crucial link in the entire plan!

The high priest sat to one side, watching these people, each one more energetic and full of enthusiasm than the last.

He had no objection to Dickens's arrangement. After all, Dickens's business acumen was indeed slightly inferior, but he was studious, ambitious, and reliable.

But Little Mustache and Dale, these two external hires, were assigned to the most important sales and production roles.

The high priest seemed a little flustered.

"Holy Son, shouldn't we reconsider this arrangement?"

Wen Yubai returned a reassuring look, "High Priest, rest assured, I have placed them in the most suitable positions."

High Priest: ...

How come he can't see what's suitable about it?

But since the Holy Son has said so, what else can he say?

Well, let's see how it goes. This kid always manages to surprise him.