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

The next morning, Wen Yubai woke up from a wonderful dream, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

Erebus was still asleep on his bedding on the floor.

His profile appeared much softer than usual in the morning light, and the corners of his mouth were even slightly upturned, as if he was having a wonderful dream.

Wen Yubai quietly changed his clothes and washed up. When he turned around, he found that the other person showed no sign of waking up, so he walked to the cot, squatted down, and patted him.

"Erebus, wake up, it's time to get up."

Erebus's consciousness detached from the dream.

He opened his eyes groggily, his mind still lingering on the image of holding hands with the Holy Son watching the sunset. He was in a blissful daze and didn't hear a word the person in front of him said.

It took him three seconds to come to his senses. When he regained his senses, his face felt hot, perhaps from being covered by the blanket.

He responded in a hoarse voice:

"Good morning, wait for me a moment, I'll be right there."

Then Erebus immediately got up, began washing and changing his clothes, afraid that the Holy Son would think he was too slow and not wait for him.

-

November has arrived before we knew it, and the temperature in Sun City has dropped. You can see the white breath of your breath when you go out in the morning and evening.

Wen Yubai and Erebus's task today was not to go to the Magic Association to guide the construction of the introductory class, but to inspect Miss Dale's first batch of finished products generated in Northridge: the meditation crystal ball.

The crystal ball was much simpler to make than the fully automatic prayer machine, so it was completed first. Dyer herself did not return to Sun City, but was shipped through Bishop Dickens's logistics channels, and it just arrived at the temple last night.

Thanks to Bishop Dickens's route optimization, the transportation time from Northridge to Sun City was reduced to six days, which is quite impressive.

Wen Yubai was wearing a priest's robe today, adorned with the golden patterns exclusive to the Holy Son, while Erebus was still dressed in black, with a short cloak over it.

One bright and one dark complement each other perfectly.

From time to time, passing priests would stop to greet them, "Good morning, Your Holiness! Good morning, Mr. Erebus!"

Wen Yubai nodded in response to each of them, and walked slowly with Erebus, chatting casually.

Suddenly, Wen Yubai spotted a striking pink figure surrounded by priests in the small garden ahead.

He immediately stopped, grabbed Erebus's wrist, and turned to walk in another direction.

"Let's go this way, it's closer."

Erebus was startled by the tug.

My mind was still replaying last night's dream this morning, and I was still a little dazed. I could only feel that hand holding my wrist, delicate and warm.

He glanced down at the hand, letting the Holy Son hold it, and that unfamiliar feeling returned to his heart.

Suddenly, Erebus felt a chill run down his spine, as if someone were stabbing him with an ice pick.

Erebus instinctively turned around to look, and his excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly see the source of the hostility.

The man made no move to chase after him, but simply stood there, staring at him with his icy blue eyes, his expression cold.

Erebus was not threatened at all. He turned back and grasped the Holy Son's hand in return.

Wen Yubai was focused on walking and didn't notice his movements at all.

-

Upon arriving at the warehouse, the first batch of meditation crystal balls were neatly arranged on the table.

The black spheres have an exquisite wooden tray at the bottom and come in three sizes: large, medium, and small. The large ones are as big as watermelons, while the small ones are only the size of a palm. The surfaces are smooth as mirrors and as black as ink.

Wen Yubai walked to a medium-sized crystal ball, placed his hand on it, and mobilized the light element, slowly injecting it into the crystal ball.

However, from the outside, the crystal ball that absorbed the light element did not change at all.

The unique structure traps the light energy of the luminescent ore inside, preventing it from escaping completely, making it a pure black sphere.

However, due to its cost, even though the profit margin has been squeezed to an extremely low level, the smallest crystal ball is priced at two silver coins, equivalent to one hundred and thirty-three eggs.

With that money, you might as well pick up a stone yourself, paint it black, and put it at home.

Wen Yubai put down the crystal ball, looked up, and met Erebus's gaze. Both of them read two words in each other's eyes:

satisfaction!

As expected, entrusting it to Miss Dale is a truly worry-free arrangement.

However, just to be on the safe side, Wen Yubai still took out the magic conch and contacted Bishop Dickens to confirm whether Dale had followed his instructions in production management and had not done anything she shouldn't have.

A response came quickly from the magic conch shell. It turned out that Miss Dale and Little Mustache were right next to him, discussing the follow-up logistics and transportation matters.

Upon hearing the Holy Son's voice, Dale was extremely excited and rushed over to snatch the conch shell:

"Your Holiness! I will strictly adhere to your principles!"

"Working hours are strictly limited to no more than six hours per person per day! Dedicated rest rooms with tea and fresh fruit have been provided for the workers!"

"To ensure safety, I've equipped each worker with the best protective gear, and we've also hired two on-site doctors to deal with any health issues they may have!"

Wen Yubai was delighted to hear this. This was exactly how money should be spent. Miss Dai'er was so reliable!

Before I could even begin to praise it, the Magic Conch Shell sent out another excited recording from Dale:

"Your Holiness, do you know? At first, I was very worried that the benefits were too good and the working hours were too short, which would delay the production schedule."

"Unexpectedly, not only did production not decrease, but efficiency actually increased significantly! Some workers even spontaneously studied how to optimize the grinding process and assembly sequence of parts."

"Holy Son, you may not believe it, but the defect rate for this batch of products is only one percent."

"You are truly visionary! We used to think that longer working hours and stricter management would lead to higher efficiency and better product quality, but it turns out the opposite is true!"

Bishop Dickens's voice followed: "Yes, my son, I have also come to realize that work is not everything in life, and rest and entertainment are not opposites to work."

"Now I take time every day to relax and have fun, to give my brain a full rest, to think things through, and to take the right path instead of taking more paths."

"By the way, Holy Son, Mayor Walter recently visited our factory and was deeply impressed by the extremely high production efficiency and the happy and positive spirit of the workers."

"He plans to introduce new work rules in Northridge and adjust the local industries according to this model."

Miss Dale followed suit: "Yes, yes! I also wrote to my family, strongly suggesting that all the businesses under our family's control be reformed according to your ideals, Holy Son!"

Wen Yubai listened in silence, unsure of what to say for a moment.

I can tolerate everything else, but Mayor Walter, do you just have too much free time to do anything but keep an eye on their temple?!

Wen Yubai took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

Thank goodness.

Efficiency has improved, but haven't costs also skyrocketed?

Even if the efficiency is ridiculously high, if you can't sell them, you'll still suffer huge losses!

Having figured this out, Wen Yubai didn't ask Dai'er to cut the workers' benefits. Instead, he told them to keep them as they were and to think more about how to make the workers happier, such as adding more recreational activities to enrich everyone's work and life.

Wen Yubai prayed silently in his heart: He hoped that the fun would be so great that he would forget about work.

The first batch of meditation crystal balls is being transported to shops under the Temple and the Magic Association, awaiting official sale. Wen Yubai inquired about Little Mustache's situation.

The man with the mustache sounded very flustered and guilty on the other end of the call. He said that he had never done sales before and had not been able to come up with any innovative marketing methods. He felt very sorry for the trust placed in him by the Holy Son.

Wen Yubai felt reassured.

What's there to apologize for? Little Mustache did him a great job this time.

If it were Dickens or the high priest instead, who knows how they would have stabbed him with a knife.

But on the surface, he still comforted people by saying, "Truly good things don't need to be deliberately marketed. You just need to put the products there and let them prove their value on their own."

Little Mustache: Uh...

Little Mustache hasn't yet grasped the value of this black ball, but since even the Holy Son says it's good, then it's good!