God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 363: Too Unscrupulous

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Chapter 363: Too Unscrupulous

Having figured this out, Viscount Roster decided to change the plan.

The revised plan was also very simple—just add a review mechanism. Hire someone relatively reliable to directly filter out those copying other people’s business models or those with really bizarre ideas. From what remained, he’d make time to confirm them himself.

Finally, he’d determine who could meet in person. After meeting in person, he’d decide how much money to invest, how to invest it, and how much equity to take.

Of course, he also knew that with this approach, there was a slight possibility that originally promising projects might get filtered out in the first round, but there was no helping that.

However, to solve this problem, Viscount Roster still added a patch.

Even if they were really confident in their project, they could try it themselves first, and after achieving some results, send it in again.

Projects that had already started but were short on funding would naturally be more attractive than those that only existed as concepts.

Many people were stunned by the new version of the system that Viscount Roster published.

But after understanding why he did this, the vast majority expressed support.

Who didn’t know that Viscount Roster was one of the busiest people in this world? Roster Territory Group Company, Dawn Southern Development Company, Finance Minister of the Kingdom of Dawn, Lord of Roster Territory, Golden Merchant Guild shareholder, first authority in the Church of Technology... Behind each of these identities was a huge workload.

In this situation, having to face so many people’s messages, anyone would be willing but unable.

Although this decision increased the difficulty somewhat, at the same time, it would also filter out many unreliable people, giving the reliable ones a few more chances.

You could imagine that if you were swimming in garbage information, even if you saw something eye-catching, you might subconsciously treat it the same as garbage information.

While people on the Magic Net were crazily discussing this, the dwarf elf boss of the Golden Merchant Guild also posted information online that he would also take out some funding to invest in these ’dreamers.’

The system was exactly the same as Viscount Roster’s.

Now people were even more excited.

One more place, one more opportunity.

Church of Light headquarters.

Cathedral of Light.

The Pope of Light looked at reports from various places about opening free schools and hospitals these past few days, his brow furrowed tightly.

The expenses in this area were much larger than they’d planned.

Even though they’d borrowed quite a bit of money in the bond market, he still felt some pressure.

If they wanted to continue expanding the scale, they’d need to tap into the church’s accumulated resources over the years. They weren’t far from running a deficit.

"Your Holiness, those few people you asked me to watch have made a move."

Suddenly, a man who looked about thirty years old, dressed in pristine archbishop robes, walked in from outside.

To become an archbishop at this age—everyone in the Church of Light knew he was the most powerful contender for the next pope.

If nothing unexpected happened, he was pretty much guaranteed to become pope.

"Which few?"

The white-haired pope asked casually.

"Viscount Roster, and the people in charge of the Golden Merchant Guild, Dragon Delivery, and several other companies," the young archbishop said. "These past few days, they’ve all published a brand new form of business investment in their personal capacity..."

The young archbishop quickly said everything he knew, paused slightly, then continued, "I think our Church of Light can also do this. I know that under normal circumstances, at least eighty or ninety percent of the people who take our investment will go down the drain."

"But even if out of a hundred people, nine can break even, ninety lose money, and one succeeds, we’ll still make money—make tons of money."

"Moreover, we can screen and confirm that some of the companies we invest in can match with our Church of Light. Suppose someone’s entrepreneurial direction fits perfectly with our believers—as long as they do it, our believers will probably buy it. We can use this to demand more equity from them."

"After that, with our convenient access, it should be pretty much guaranteed profit with no loss."

"There are many similar situations."

"In short, I think we have certain advantages in this area. We also have quite a bit of funding and can totally operate this way."

The white-haired pope looked at the young archbishop before him and thought for a moment. "You are one of only two people in our Church of Light who can communicate with the God of Light. I originally hoped you could devote all your energy to the divine authority aspect of the church, but now I’m suddenly thinking you seem more suitable to do other things."

The young archbishop was slightly stunned, then said with a smile, "No matter what we do, we’re all striving for the light. What’s the difference? The enormous Church of Light has so many clerics, so many churches that need to operate, so many free schools and hospitals that all need to run."

"Every aspect requires expenses. Making money, maintaining the operation of these industries, successfully completing the tasks the God entrusted to us—isn’t that also very important?"

The white-haired pope said with a smile, "Yes, so I’ve decided to hand this matter over to you. Additionally, I’ll give you one-tenth of the church’s accumulated resources to be responsible for this area of investment."

Just hand over part of the wealth to him. As for convenient access and such, he didn’t need to mention it. The other party was already the youngest archbishop in the church—no one would be dissatisfied with his decisions, and no one would obstruct his actions.

Within the church, there probably wouldn’t be any resistance at all.

Around the same time, in the Western Territory of the Kingdom of Dawn.

Inside the Pastoral Merchant Guild, the situation was pretty much the same.

By manipulating the stock market, during this recent period, the Pastoral Pope and his son had successfully earned over eight million gold coins. Only less than 20% of the stock circulating in the market remained, with the rest still in the father and son’s hands.

However, because their actions were too... unscrupulous, many people had developed some wariness toward the Wool Guild’s stock.

Operating it was no longer as convenient.

"How about we also learn from Viscount Roster and develop investment in this area? Although we probably can’t provide these entrepreneurs with some extra resources, just financial support should still be no problem."

The Pastoral Pope looked at the information online and couldn’t help but ask, "Recently, it’s been hard to make money through stock market operations. With so much liquid capital on hand, we can’t just leave it in Dragon Bank eating interest, right?"

If it were before, leaving it in Dragon Bank to eat interest, he would’ve thought that was great.

But after the recent stock market battles, he suddenly felt it was somewhat dull.