Filial Piety Produced Under the Influence of Self-Interest

After Thranduil returned with the seeds given to him by Roland, he indeed followed Roland's advice and built a breeding center on the outskirts of the capital.

Furthermore, it established a chamber of commerce in its own name and jointly sold high-yield crop seeds with the Roland Group.

Although they were half a month slower than the Church of Vulcan, thanks to the seeds provided by Roland, which were more suitable for the climate of the capital, they managed to fight the Church of Vulcan to a standstill.

Wangdu Haisen Port, a commercial market.

The crowds were bustling, and even the scorching sunlight could not stop people's yearning to make money and get rich.

In such a chaotic place, all sorts of information and rumors are rampant. Even the laborers who move goods will chat and joke around during their breaks.

"Hey, hey, hey, have you heard?"

"The Roland Group in the old port area and the newly opened White Elf Merchant Guild have also started selling high-yield crop seeds, which are said to be the same type used in the Roland Group's greenhouses."

"Did your village just get a road? Everyone already knows that, it's such common news."

"I also know that the Roland Group's seeds have a higher yield and are more suitable for planting on our empire's land."

"Nonsense, I think the seeds from the Church of Vulcan are better. They're so durable. As for the lower yield, so be it."

The gossiping of the porters reached the foreman's ears.

The middle-aged foreman didn't offer his opinion, but instead sighed.

"I think any seeds are fine, I'm just waiting for high-yield seeds to become widely available so I can bring them back to the village and let my fellow villagers plant them."

"If we had this high-yield crop during the frost disaster back then, so many people in the village wouldn't have died."

Upon hearing this, the porters quickly shifted their conversation to their hometown.

They were all ordinary villagers from outside the capital, who left their homes to work hard in the capital, just for a full meal and to support their families.

Now that high-yield crops are available for sale, they are overjoyed and full of anticipation.

"Ahem." A porter cleared his throat, his gaze fixed on the direction where Haisen Port opened at seven o'clock: "Looking at it this way, the Church of Vulcan has really done a great thing."

"If it weren't for that newly arrived cardinal who took the lead in selling the seeds, the Roland Group would probably have kept those seeds hidden forever."

Another mover objected and retorted.

"The Church of Vulcan is the mastermind behind the Great Famine in the Old Port District. My neighbor's sister starved to death during that famine. Don't be fooled by the Church of Vulcan's superficial actions."

"How could I have been fooled? Was there something wrong with what I said?" The porter put down the planks on his shoulder. "Besides, wasn't that troublemaker Tiger Head exiled? Now the new one is a beautiful bishop."

The porter scoffed.

"Without that beautiful bishop taking the lead, Sister Roland of the Old Port District wouldn't have been willing to sell the seeds."

"You're talking nonsense. Sister Roland is a kind-hearted woman who has saved countless poor people."

"You're the one talking nonsense! I think you're just a lackey of the Roland Group!"

"Then you are a filial son of the Church of Vulcan!"

"Say that again?!"

"You're getting anxious, you're getting anxious, you're getting anxious!"

Such disputes are commonplace, and when they reach the ears of the Roland Group's deliverymen who travel the streets and alleys, they are treated as intelligence and passed back to the group's headquarters.

……

Roland Group Church.

Roland listened to the report from the spy chief, Cat Mai Mai, and smiled helplessly.

"This new cardinal named 'Sakawien' is indeed intelligent and difficult to deal with."

"She has at least forty more heads than a tiger."

Roland's praise came from the bottom of her heart.

Sakawien does not simply sell high-yield crop seeds, but adopts a customer customization strategy.

She cultivates specific crops based on the geographical environment of her high-end clients' territories (usually nobles or idle extraordinary individuals), and also provides them with agricultural instructors.

They gathered intelligence on all the empire's territories effortlessly and infiltrated the empire's lower-level nobles without any hindrance.

The only drawback is that it requires a large number of extraordinary personnel.

Fortunately, the Church of Vulcan has a special product called [Universal Sublimation Crystal], which greatly increases the number of awakened extraordinary individuals in the Church of Vulcan.

This business model is extremely effective, yet neither Roland nor Thranduil can replicate it.

Roland lacks superhumans under her command.

Thranduil's subordinates are all white elves, known for their arrogant and difficult nature; they would never stoop to provide attentive service.

It was expected that the breeding business would be suppressed by the Church of Vulcan.

Cat MaiMai then reported to the leader.

"By the way, Miss Roland, we've also obtained some important information."

"One of Tiger Head Bizan's wolf-woman secretaries was promoted to regional bishop more than half a month ago. It is said that she was the one who discovered the principle of breeding technology."

"Oh?"

Roland raised an eyebrow.

She had a deep impression of this wolf-woman secretary; she was ambitious and capable, almost like an external brain for a tiger.

It's no surprise that this wolf-woman secretary discovered the principles of breeding technology, and was subsequently promoted to bishop.

This can be considered a triumph for the wolf-woman secretary.

That said, he had done a great service for Thranduil.

Why hasn't the little elf said anything after all this time?

Where's the promised reward?

Seeing that Roland was not in a good mood, Cat Mai Mai misunderstood that Roland was troubled by the technology leak problem and prepared to say some nice words to comfort her.

Roland waved to stop her.

"MaiMai, you don't need to comfort me."

"The breeding business has a negligible impact on us; the food industry is our core profit driver. We only need to maintain the group's stable operations."

"As the group grows larger and larger, with 30,000 full-time employees, it is inevitable that there will be troublesome issues such as embezzlement, corruption, and cliques. Your court should be prepared to deal with them."

Cat Mai Mai stood at attention, her eyes resolute.

"I will never let you down."

After reporting the outside intelligence, the cat Mai Mai took her leave, and Roland withdrew from her work mode, relaxing her delicate body.

She pulled a bag of potato chips from the drawer, tore open the packaging, and started eating.

Back on Earth, I was afraid of getting a sore throat and didn't have much money, so I couldn't eat potato chips as much as I wanted.

Now he's the big boss of a conglomerate in another world, with several potato chip production lines under his control. His physical abilities are superhuman, and he has finally achieved his wish of "eating as much as he wants".

Roland chewed with a smile, pondering what new technology to develop next.

Before I could even come up with a draft, a new situation arose.

Roland craned her neck and looked down, and saw a carriage belonging to the Church of Light stopped at the entrance to the garden outside the window.

She was very familiar with the style of this carriage; it was the ride of her number one henchman, Marcus. The carriage had been specially widened to match Marcus's size.

Sure enough, after the carriage stopped, the plump and round Bishop Marcus got out. His servant said a few words to the door maid, who then quickly walked back to the church.

Shortly after, the maid knocked on the office door and reported the situation to Roland.

"Miss Roland, Bishop Marcus requests an audience with you."

"I saw him. Did he say what he was there for?"

"Yes, yes, Bishop Marcus said..."

The maid paused for a moment, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Roland, her tone filled with joy.

"He said he came to congratulate Miss Roland."

"Congratulations, Miss Roland, on your promotion to Regional Bishop of the Church of Light!"