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

Wen Yubai thought that after so many failures, he could finally turn the tide this time, and that he had already overcome all obstacles.

Unexpectedly, Qingzhou did a backflip.

The High Priest is out for dinner tonight at the invitation of the president of the Sun City Chamber of Commerce and will not be at the temple.

Wen Yubai could only seek information from a few bishops. After hearing the whole story, he was completely dumbfounded.

The meditation crystal ball does not emit light, but in order to achieve the effect of preventing light from leaking out, he and Erebus designed a special nested structure.

The light elements absorbed by the luminescent mineral are repeatedly reflected and refracted inside, and are actually converted into a large amount of heat energy.

To prevent internal energy overload and explosion, this structure is equipped with a pressure balancing mechanism, which causes the crystal ball to continuously release heat when the external temperature drops, achieving a state of internal and external conservation.

In other words, this is a ball that automatically maintains a constant temperature.

In this world, ordinary people mainly rely on firewood and charcoal for heating, but these methods are not only smoky and choking, but also carry the risks of fire and carbon monoxide poisoning.

Every winter, countless people suffer accidents due to improper heating.

As for the nobles, they could certainly afford to be extravagant, installing fire-magic fireplaces for warmth.

However, magical fireplaces are expensive to build, require a dedicated space to set up a magic circle, have extremely high maintenance costs, and can cause major accidents if they malfunction. There was a case where a nobleman's fireplace overloaded and exploded, burning down half of his house.

When the weather wasn't cold, people bought meditation crystal balls, treating them as useless decorations. But as the temperature dropped day by day, those who had already bought meditation crystal balls discovered this hidden function.

Small crystal balls can be held in your hand as portable hand warmers; medium-sized crystal balls can be placed on a table or bedside table; large crystal balls can be placed in the living room, enough to make the whole room warm and cozy.

I used to think it was too expensive because I felt it was just a purely conceptual decorative item.

But now it has been discovered that it is a wonderful heating device. Not only does it not require fuel, but it is also not easy to catch fire or cause poisoning, making it very safe.

This isn't expensive at all!

That's incredibly cheap!

As a result, everyone began a buying frenzy, with commoners and nobles alike turning out in droves. In no time, the meditation crystal ball became the most sought-after item.

Wen Yubai's earlier decision to expedite production for Dai'er and distribute goods to various regions became the most devastating blow he inflicted upon himself.

Large crystal balls are inconvenient to move? No problem! Customers can place an order at the store in the morning, and the delivery station can deliver them to their door in the afternoon, showing customers what the efficiency of the temple is all about.

In order to snatch the crystal ball, nobles from other cities even went so far as to travel across cities to buy it, not caring about the high shipping costs.

Even so, the market is still in short supply, and a group of people have emerged who specialize in reselling, driving the price up several times over.

Upon hearing this, Wen Yubai felt a wave of dizziness. He took a deep breath to steady himself and turned his head to see Erebus standing beside him with a blank expression.

The bishops continued chattering, refusing to let them off the hook.

"The Holy Son and Mr. Erebus are truly business geniuses! They've planned ahead for the winter market!"

"Yes, who would have thought this crystal ball could have such a wonderful use!"

"Saint Son Design has never been just about products; it's about a deep concern for people's lives!"

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Wen Yubai really wanted to ask Erebus what was going on, but seeing his absent-minded look, he knew that his good brother was probably just as clueless.

Besides, he designed the concept of the crystal ball himself, and Erebus only helped to promote it. We can't just shift the blame onto him.

The most outrageous thing is that it was his own decision to allow Miss Dale to continue her urgent production and for Bishop Dickens to continue shipping and distributing the goods.

The worst blow was inflicted by himself.

Wen Yubai had no idea how he walked out of the council hall.

He and Erebus walked side by side back to their dorm, both silent, neither wanting to speak.

The winter night wind felt cold against my face.

Logically, since the meditation crystal ball made money, he, as the Holy Son, should have encouraged Erebus, who was in charge of the collaborative design, but he had no such intention at the moment.

Erebus was also in a daze.

He didn't know why he was hit on the head as soon as he came down from the mountain.

In fact, he had already tested the crystal ball and found that it would release heat when designing the internal structure.

At the time, he considered it a minor, harmless defect and didn't take it seriously at all.

He also confidently told the Dark High Priest to wait and see what would happen to the Temple of Light.

Now things have really taken a turn for the better, with people all over the city lining up to give money to the temple.

Erebus secretly turned his head and glanced at the young man beside him.

The corridor lights shone from the side, and the Holy Son's lips were pursed into a line, his expression indifferent, showing neither surprise nor delight.

Could it be... that all of this was within the Holy Son's expectations?

Erebus's feelings became even more complicated.

The true purpose of the meditation crystal ball was probably clear to the Holy Son from the very beginning.

Such profound and subtle planning, done without a trace, even made his own dark son circumvent his chessboard without him realizing it.

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It was late at night when the high priest returned to the temple.

The presidents of those chambers of commerce were incredibly enthusiastic, taking turns toasting each other and discussing long-term supply and distribution, cross-city logistics cooperation, preferential procurement plans, and so on.

The high priest made several rounds of excuses, but he was actually quite pleased with himself.

That's how business works; the more people are chasing after you, the more it means you have something good to offer.

He was puzzled at the time, wondering why the Holy Son seemed so relaxed and indifferent when his products were not selling well.

So it turns out, the Holy Son was confident and had anticipated this outcome.

Do you think this could be an accident? Maybe they didn't plan for it to overheat during the design phase, and it was just a lucky coincidence?

That's impossible!

If the Holy Son didn't know there would be a shortage, why would he have rushed Miss Dale's delivery? Why would he have had Bishop Dickens distribute and transport goods to various places?

Every step the Holy Son takes must be meticulously planned in advance!

He hesitated for quite a while, worried that the investment would be too large and he wouldn't be able to recoup his investment, which almost delayed the Holy Son's arrangements.

He knew perfectly well that the Holy Son wouldn't let the Temple lose money; this kid just loves to pull off these unexpected surprises.

The high priest returned to his bedroom, washed up, turned off the light, and went to bed with the small meditation crystal ball in his arms.

The crystal ball continued to radiate heat in the darkness, dispelling the chill from my body.

The high priest let out a comfortable sigh and gracefully adjusted his posture.

Though in darkness, our hearts yearn for the light.

He finally understood the design philosophy behind the Holy Son's meditation crystal ball.

This was light, so bright, that he couldn't help but meditate on it.

zzzzzzz……

Peaceful snoring could be heard from the bedroom in the temple.