Chapter 243: Chapter 243: I’ve Got a Bold Idea

"Everyone’s attention is on the auction right now. How could anyone possibly buy our stuff?"

The Pastoral Pope was confused, feeling like his son was just fantasizing. "Besides, even if we could sell it, how would we ship it to everyone? Through the dragons? The shipping costs alone wouldn’t be worth it!"

He’d been running the Wool Guild his whole life. He knew this business way too well.

"Right now it’s the Month of Revival, not the Month of Harvest, and definitely not the Frigid Moon."

Wool Ryan looked at his father a bit helplessly, then quickly explained. "Whether it’s wool sweaters or wool felt, people mainly buy them for winter. We’ve got plenty of time to do this. Having Dragon Delivery use their slowest shipping method, what difference does it make to them?"

"Plus, you should know that when merchants take wool products from us, they keep marking up the price along the way. By the time it reaches more remote areas, the price might already be several times, even ten times what they paid us. So if we set the price directly, wouldn’t it be cheaper than theirs?"

"No, actually it’d be way cheaper. We can sell the stuff directly, then let them pay for shipping themselves. If they want it fast, they can get it fast. If they want it slow, they can get it slow."

Wool Ryan’s words were clearly swaying the Pastoral Pope. True, as long as wool products were used during the Frigid Moon, even Dragon Delivery’s slowest shipping could probably arrive by the eve of the Month of Harvest. They’d definitely make it in time.

As for the price? Even better!

Heck, people in more remote areas could even buy in bulk directly from them and then resell it locally...

The Wool Guild had actually discussed this method before—having members use Dragon Delivery for shipping to save costs.

But even so, wouldn’t it still be hard to sell? And this timing? Wasn’t it inappropriate?

"Do high-level magicians need wool sweaters? They’re not old folks. And if big nobles want them, they won’t care about the price! Our audience is different from the auction’s. They’re just there to watch for fun at most."

Wool Ryan said with a smile, "Besides, do you really think I gave those gift donations just for the sake of giving? Right now on the Magic Net, who doesn’t know that ’I’m Really Not the Cult Heir’ is loaded? I can drop 150,000 gold in one night... Wait, Father, stop! Ahh—"

After another round of screams, Wool Ryan was panting heavily. "Don’t rush to hit me yet. I’m sure those 150,000 gold... were definitely worth it. We can use this to make way more in the future! Really! If you don’t believe me, just wait. I’ll set it up. Tonight at seven, we start streaming. We’re going live!"

"I guarantee tons of people will watch our stream!"

"Oh, and we need to give everyone under us a second-gen Magic Net Ring... Put the whip down, I’m serious. This isn’t wasteful spending. From what I’ve observed, the Magic Net video recommendation algorithm definitely factors this in. When I go live, if they all join at the same time to hype things up, the effect will be way more amazing."

"Really, trust me one more time. Tonight, I definitely won’t let you down!"

Seeing his son’s serious expression, the Pastoral Pope was silent for a long time before sighing. "I’ll cooperate with you tonight. Whatever you say goes. I’ll have people buy those second-gen Magic Net Rings. I guarantee everyone will have one before seven tonight... But this is your only chance. If it fails, I’m giving the church to Jerry. You can just be a regular executive at the guild from now on."

After causing such huge consequences and now needing to invest even more, if this failed, even if it was his son, he’d have to pay some price.

Otherwise, people’s hearts would drift away from both the cult and the trade association.

"Don’t worry—I’ll succeed or die trying!"

Wool Ryan’s tone was solemn.

He actually realized that he’d really gone too far this time.

While he was busy and stressed, online tons and tons of people were still discussing the auction. What treasure was at what price, which item was being eyed by which faction who put out word they had to have it—topics like these kept coming up endlessly.

What surprised people even more was that Dragon Bank was incredibly busy. Countless people were constantly transporting cartloads of money there, and lots of people were arriving at Dragon Delivery, wanting to temporarily add things to the auction list.

The entire continent seemed to heat up in this moment.

Even some gods, seeing all this, felt surprised. Perhaps on the continent, this was a special situation that had never occurred before!

Time passed bit by bit.

In the blink of an eye, the sky had darkened somewhat.

A little after six PM.

At the Pastoral Church.

Wool Ryan looked at several subordinates with a very serious tone. "You all understand the script I explained, right? Everyone knows what they’re responsible for. Don’t mess it up when the time comes. Be emotional. If tonight’s stream succeeds, you’ll all get your rewards! Forget everything else—the usual place, I’ll treat for a whole month. But if anyone screws me over, don’t blame me!"

"Don’t worry, when we handle things, there’s definitely no problem!"

"Everyone under us has been notified, right? Tell them to all start posting bullet comments and likes!"

"Yep, yep, don’t worry. We demonstrated it in front of each of them. When they heard these second-gen Magic Net Rings were being given to them, they were so excited. They guarantee tonight’s mission will definitely be completed."

Wool Ryan looked at these lackeys with satisfaction and began his "performance," quickly stripping off his clothes so professional artists could apply tons of fake wounds on his body.

Not far away, the Pastoral Pope watched all this with an unpleasant expression. He didn’t think his son’s script was any good, and he definitely didn’t believe he could really sell out all the inventory at the prices he mentioned.

The key was, once this stream went out tonight, he had no idea where he’d put his face afterward.

But since he’d already agreed, he could only bite the bullet and go through with it.

When there were still a few minutes until seven, he started the stream. Huge waves of Pastoral Church members flooded in.

"Yo, isn’t this that guy from yesterday? He’s streaming now too?"

"Yesterday he was giving gift donations to others, today he wants to be a streamer? Don’t tell me he thinks people will give him donations too... Wait, what’s with all those injuries?"

"Rich guys can get beaten too? Did he show off too much?"

"Haha, seeing you this miserable makes me feel better!"

Whether the church members really thought this or it was part of the script, suddenly the stream’s bullet comments were all in this style. Lots of people were gloating. But with such dense activity, wild viewers quickly entered.

Almost simultaneously, throughout Magic Net videos, in Magic Space, and in various other interest group chats, tons of people appeared promoting that the big spender from yesterday who threw money around was now streaming.

"Everyone, you can see how I look, right? I just gave away a little pocket money as gift donations, and my father did this to me! It really breaks my heart. The family on the Magic Net is so much better—you say nice things, you support me. I’ve decided to give away some stuff from our Wool Guild as benefits to everyone!"