The Shepherd Pope froze for a moment, somewhat unable to understand what his son was talking about.
But lately, there had been too many things he did not understand. Under his son's leadership, they had flourished, remaining as comfortable as fish in water even under the immense competitive pressure from the Golden Merchants' Guild. As a result, his trust in his son had reached an unprecedented level.
After hearing Wool Ryan's words, the Shepherd Pope instinctively took the Magic Net Ring and began looking through it. When he saw the information on the stock exchange, he was visibly stunned.
"You mean our wool industry should be like those new companies, adopting a shareholding system and putting part of the equity up for sale on this stock exchange?"
The Shepherd Pope looked at his son in confusion. "The Wool Guild is the core industry of our Shepherd Church. All income and expenditures are managed centrally by the Shepherd Church, whether it makes a profit or suffers a loss. How can we hand part of the industry over to others?"
The Shepherd Church truly was a niche church. There were simply too few people in this world capable of herding sheep, and most of them were financially strained. Once heavy snow came, large numbers of sheep would die, affecting the church's stability.
Therefore, the Shepherd Church had to have a way to make money, allowing it to collect almost no money from its believers. It could even support them during crises, helping them overcome hardship in exchange for greater and purer faith.
The Wool Guild bore precisely that responsibility.
But now, his son actually planned to put one portion of the Wool Guild—or perhaps even more—up for public sale. He found it utterly inconceivable.
"Father, do you think the stock trading market