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

In reality, Wen Yubai is being held in Luo Weien's arms.

The man's long pink hair fell down, overlapping with Wen Yubai's black hair scattered on the pillow.

The young man's breathing was steady and long, and he was completely defenseless as he sank into Loven's chest.

The surrounding atmosphere was quiet and ambiguous. On its own, the scene was quite beautiful, provided that one ignored Lovin's gloomy face.

Lovin's finger touched the young man's brow, but a faint golden light floated there, blocking his power.

The sleeping youth was completely unaware of what was happening outside. His eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, and he even unconsciously licked his lips, looking rather suggestive.

Lovin's eyes darkened, but the next second, when he thought about who had caused him to look like this, the darkness in his eyes turned into a surging ferocity.

God of Light, you are doing very well.

-

Because he was worried that Wen Yubai would catch a cold, Luo Weien held him like that all night.

Then, before Wen Yubai woke up, he left quietly.

When he left, it was not yet fully light, the darkness outside the window had not yet faded, and a layer of gloomy leaden gray appeared on the horizon, exuding a sense of cold desolation.

Just like Lovein's feelings.

He returned to his room, which originally belonged to the Holy Son of Light but was later given to him by the Holy Son.

Thinking of this, Lorvén felt a little better. He closed the door and made a light sweeping motion in the air with his right hand.

As he moved, the air in front of him rippled like water, and then a phantom silhouette appeared.

It was a man whose face was obscured, with a slender figure and dressed in very modest clothing, exuding a sense of decadence in the dim light.

Lovin spoke first: "What's your decision?"

"Your offer is indeed tempting," the man's voice was languid, with a hint of cynical flippancy, "but I'm sorry, I refuse."

Lowe narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of warning in his voice, "He is about to awaken, aren't you afraid?"

Far from being frightened, the man chuckled softly. "I'm coming to find you soon. Aren't you afraid?"

Lovey-N's: ...

"You, who possess wisdom, are still surprisingly foolish."

The man retorted slowly and deliberately, "I never expected that someone as deceitful as you would still like to disguise your scheming as kindness."

"You should know better than anyone what became of the gods who cooperated with you a thousand years ago."

Lovin did not deny it, nor was he angry; instead, he calmly said:

"Even in the shadows of light, you still wag your tail and beg for mercy, barely clinging to life."

"I am never the culprit for the collapse of order. Don't let prejudice cloud your wisdom."

"You should understand the current situation. Think about it again."

After saying that, without waiting for a response, he gently wiped his hand, and the illusory figure in front of him vanished.

-

After Wen Yubai reimbursed the expenses, he handed over the entire management of the copying room to Erebus.

After two hard-won days, another accident happened.

He heard that Bishop Dickens and the High Priest had secretly connected and were planning to develop some kind of post station franchise model.

Upon learning this, Wen Yubai felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He really wanted to grab Dickens and ask him:

Do you really love your job that much? Can't you just relax and slack off a little?

And the High Priest, well, since it was the High Priest who told him this news, Wen Yubai didn't blame him.

He knew the High Priest was feeling stifled by his talents in the temple, but he couldn't let himself be harmed like this.

So Wen Yubai patiently tried to persuade the high priest.

"High Priest, you also need to give everyone some space for independent thinking so that they can grow better."

"You should use your energy on more useful things, such as those favored by God."

Wen Yubai really couldn't withstand the High Priest's betrayal.

The high priest thought about it and agreed.

He was also thinking of using the charm of the chosen ones to promote the temple in several surrounding cities and boost its reputation.

With the Holy Son so busy, the chosen ones can't be idle either; everyone in the Temple of Light has to work!

After successfully dealing with the restless high priest, Wen Yubai immediately left Sun City in a hurry to find Dickens.

In the first place, Dickens should not have been allowed to freely develop his ideas along the general direction. Instead, the specific implementation plan should have been finalized and not given any room for maneuver.

Dickens was deeply moved when he saw the Holy Son, who had rushed over in a weary state, never expecting the Holy Son to value him so highly.

Indeed, transportation is the most crucial link!

He immediately pulled out his painstakingly devised plan: a franchise model, outsourcing, setting up self-pickup points for customers to collect their orders and save on delivery manpower...

Wen Yubai could tell at a glance that Dickens's ideas had been deeply poisoned by the High Priest.

Wen Yubai could tell at a glance that Dickens's thinking was deeply influenced by the High Priest; all this nonsense could be summed up in two words:

make money!

Wen Yubai couldn't bear to look at it, and with a wave of his hand, he overturned Dickens's entire plan.

He revised everything from scratch, down to the smallest detail:

The transportation routes for raw ore and finished products must be registered and verified at each station, sorted by region, and have fixed schedules for each route, with no delays allowed.

After a user places an order at a store, the nearest delivery station will deliver the item. The station must provide door-to-door delivery and installation services. The user must sign for the package after confirming that everything is correct. The station will be responsible for resending any missing or incomplete items.

In addition to ensuring a good customer experience, transportation staff must also be provided with food and accommodation, have their working hours strictly limited, and be reasonably rotated between day and night shifts, and must never work while fatigued.

……

Dickens's expression changed upon hearing this. "Son, isn't this expense too high? There are many caravans we can cooperate with; we don't need it at all."

Wen Yubai waved his hand, "Don't be so narrow-minded. These things will come in handy later."

As for what it's for, don't worry about that for now, just spend the money first.

"Okay, let's settle on this for now. If you're unsure about anything, be sure to ask me."

Wen Yubai made the final decision.

Seeing the Holy Son's confident and composed demeanor, Dickens's previously flustered heart calmed down, and he nodded solemnly.

"I see."

Since the Holy Son has said so, what else can he say? Let's get started!

After Wen Yubai finished formulating the plan, he took a breather and took the opportunity to experience the local customs and culture.

He had only wanted to relax, but when he turned around, he saw Dickens working with incredible energy every day.

Wen Yubai couldn't stand it anymore, so he used the excuse that a balance between work and rest is necessary to improve efficiency, and dragged Dickens out to eat, drink, and have fun for a few days.

However, the good days didn't last long, and Wen Yubai's magic conch shell suddenly rang.

The high priest's sighing voice came from the conch shell:

"Holy Son, I never expected you to give me such a big surprise."

Wen Yubai's heart skipped a beat.

High Priest, what are you saying? Don't scare me!

He immediately sent a message asking what had happened.

The high priest chuckled and said, "Stop pretending. You probably planned this all along, and you even kept it from me."

Wen Yubai: ...

Without hesitation, he immediately set off back to Sun City, rehearsing every possible potential problem along the way.

I just can't figure out where the "surprise" the high priest mentioned came from.