Above Destiny

Chapter 706: Chickens and Dogs
"Human destiny is full of ups and downs, and it is really hard to predict."

Sitting at the bow of the boat, Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh, what personal struggle, what... all that other nonsense.

Things have turned out this way, which is beyond his initial plan.

At first, Ji Jue came just because he smelled the scent of the calamity beasts, hoping to get more sponsorship from his fellow travelers in Yousui... But later, after Minkler told him the truth, he realized that his vision was too narrow and his thinking too limited.

Sponsorship should not be limited to peers.

Does the wind make it impossible to find the secluded spot, so you shouldn't offer sponsorship?
Seven Cities can sponsor their own businesses too!

If the seven cities are unwilling to sponsor, I can persuade them to.

Even if all else fails, with Minkler's claim, taking down the Chopra family would be a piece of cake!

Besides... look at those beasts from Sukarno's family, those vermin from the Seven Cities, and that bunch of trash from Chopra's family.

No matter how perversely things we do, or how much the Fubao Industrial Park expands its recruitment and staffing, we shouldn't be worse than these bastards, right?
As for whether it would work out, Ji Jue hadn't thought about it.

I can't stir up the deep waters of the Federation, and I can't blow up the quagmire of the Middle Kingdom. Do I have to be afraid to act against the powerful in the face of the dangers of a mere seven cities?
Give it a try, even if it means dying.

A horse won't get fat without night grass. Ji Jue wants too much, has too many troubles, and has too little. If he wants to truly control his own destiny, he has to take a gamble!

The waters in all seven cities are so murky, what's wrong with me getting involved?
Remember, no matter how much others give you, it's not as good as what you have in your own pocket.

Craftsmen need sponsorship, but the more sponsorship they receive, the more tightly they are bound to others, and the more they are controlled. Ji Jue already has enough chains binding him; he really doesn't want two more.

The terrifying shortfall in Project Lord of the Flies, the funding needed for the development of their own workshop, the establishment of new industrial parks and production lines, and long-term plans for the future...

He needs sufficient revenue, a market of his own, and a foothold to support the expansion of the coastal industry into the entire Kuril Islands.

At this moment, as the outline of Xiangzhou drew closer, Ji Jue stood at the bow of the ship, watching quietly.

Suddenly, I felt that everything in the distance was within reach.

As long as you reach out your hand...

He raised his palm, spread his five fingers, and slowly closed them, grasping everything in the distance into his hand.

Lou Feng walked out of the cabin, looked at Ji Jue's back and the city in the distance, and sighed: "This day came a little earlier than Grandpa thought."

"Huh?" Ji Jue turned around, puzzled.

"Previously, it was proposed by Garrison Commander Lü, and various families in Haizhou also discussed it."

Lou Feng remarked with emotion, "Supporting Xinquan benefits everyone, and investing resources is only right. If you become a celestial being in the future, everyone should move their own seats out a bit to make room for you..."

Originally, everyone thought you probably wanted to establish yourself in Xinquan, but we never expected you to be so ambitious, so wild, and so capable of causing trouble, your influence has already spread to Qicheng..."

"You can't always be satisfied with taking advantage, right?"

Ji Jue smiled and said, "I will thank you all for your kindness when I have the chance. If I achieve anything, I will not keep it to myself."

Lou Feng glanced at him, his tone complicated: "It's because you're capable."

"No, what I mean is, I was born in Shu, but I grew up in Haizhou. Haizhou can accommodate me, and I'm not a selfish person. Now that we've taken seven cities, do you think I can handle it all by myself?"

Ji Jue laughed: "When it comes to getting things done, we ultimately have to rely on our own people. Even if the combined weight of the seven cities can't compare to that of a single central city in the Federation, surely we wouldn't complain about having a few more dishes in our bowl?"

"Then why did you..."

Lou Feng paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

Apart from Lou Feng of the United Workshop, Ji Jue had not contacted or communicated with anyone else from the very beginning.

But then, he suddenly realized.

"Look, this is the difference between a family member and a stray dog."

Ji Jue knocked on the railing: "For you, family is always the most important thing. Your family gave birth to you and raised you. If they live well, your own life will naturally be better too."

But for me, helping others with odd jobs is fine, but if I want things to get done, I have to be the first priority—I'm hosting a party, not just eating at the table. It doesn't matter how many guests come, or how much they eat, but my bowl can't be given to me by others.

The event I organize will be led by me!
How much a guest can eat is their own business, but the table is mine, and you can't touch it!
If we really rely on the various families in Haizhou, who will take the seven cities and count as Haizhou's or Ji Jue's? If we can't break through the current situation, why should the various families invest resources?
Face is something that is given to each other; if someone gives it to you, you have to return it. If you try to get something for nothing by relying on Haizhou, even if you get the prize, you'll probably only end up with a broken leg.

He didn't want to wait for others to divide the meat; he wanted to be the one dividing it.

"..."

Lou Feng sighed softly, "Why didn't I get rid of you the moment we met? This kind of scoundrel will definitely be a terrible menace in the future."

"It's late, old building."

Ji Jue was amused and finally waved his hand, saying, "It's too late to regret it now. Let's think about how to survive on this pirate ship first."

The sea breeze caressed his face, and Lou Feng sighed deeply.

Tired.

But who isn't like that?
I guess I'll just have to make do with this. We're almost due, and he used to treat me really well...

Who the hell is enjoying these good days?!
On the other end, Minkler was dumbfounded.

Looking down at what Ji Jue was holding, he hesitated, then hesitated again.

"Well... I understand the logic, but is it really necessary to do it like this?" "Come, today I'll teach you a legendary skill that has been passed down in the martial arts world for a long time, the secret of making a pancake from flat ground after falling on hard times. If you learn this skill, even if you don't become the head of the family in the future, you won't starve to death."

Ji Jue smiled and picked up the two spiritual swords: "Come on, Lord Minkler, open your mouth."

Today I'll teach you how to swallow a giant sword!
"The Chopra Family's Trash Lands at New Springs," "Suicidal Cannon Fodder Heads to Seven Cities," "Despicable Traitors Usurp the Alliance Army," "Commander Minkler Destroys the Venom Fleet"...

Next chapter:
The esteemed candidate for head of the household has arrived in Elephant Continent, a land he is not loyal to.

Just kidding, it won't take that long.

Before the next chapter could even be read, and before noon, the ship of the Seven Cities Joint Defense Fleet swaggered to the dock of Xiangzhou. Under the protection of a group of elite guards, Major General Minkler, the commander of the Seven Cities Joint Defense Fleet, returned home in glory!

We drove straight in, recklessly, and with a tap of the accelerator, we arrived in the bustling city of Xiangzhou, amidst countless high-rise buildings and lush green mountains.

The front door of Chopra's house.

So much so that the newly appointed butler was dumbfounded when he received the news.

What do you mean Minkler is already at his doorstep?

Turning around, I saw a group of figures walking into the courtyard, and my first instinct was to glare at them angrily.

You bastard, how dare you come back!

"Ok?"

Minkler glanced in their direction, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Immediately, the stiff butler instinctively bent down, no longer daring to put on airs as usual.

"Oh, young master is back?"

He forced a fawning smile: "Please come in, please come in quickly, serve tea, serve the best tea!"

"no need."

Minkler waved his hand dismissively: "I'm busy with military affairs, I'm just passing by, I'll just take a look and leave."

The butler was about to say something, and just as he was about to move forward, he saw Minkler slap him across the face.

Without any mercy, they smashed all his teeth.

In a dizzying moment, he involuntarily fell to the ground. Before the butler could react, he heard a voice fading into the distance: "If you're going to be a dog, act like one. Don't block the way."

The further in you go, the more lively it becomes.

Everywhere was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, creating a festive atmosphere. Everyone wore a smile and a gentle expression, making the intruders seem like unwelcome guests.

Many eyes were cast upon them.

"So many guests!" Ji Jue exclaimed. "It's really lively. Has your dad finally started the feast?"

"Yes, pretty much, they're all relatives."

Minkler sneered and glanced at the crowd in the lounges and courtyard. "The old man has nothing but a lot of daughters, sons, in-laws, friends everywhere, and helpers everywhere."

In short, lots of brothers!
If you're loyal, you'll have brothers; if you're not, you'll have even more brothers.

When the old man was still alive, you could say that everyone was a brother, with countless relatives, in-laws, business partners, brothers, and friends!

Everyone understands the principle of not putting all your eggs in one basket, but how many people can actually do it? Old Dog's favorite thing is to invest in multiple sectors. He's good at maneuvering and has his share of being two-faced.

As the saying goes, "A temple can be built in a snail shell, and tigers and wolves can also take refuge in it." The fact that the Chopra family, with its size, could attract so much assistance without losing its dominant position is a rare skill in itself.

Unfortunately, once a person dies, the situation changes drastically. After his death, many of his associates and supporters, along with his sons and daughters, quickly joined forces and started fighting each other.

"Look, those are the fourth brother's family members, and that group is the sixth and eleventh brother..."

He enthusiastically reached out and pointed at the crowd, pointing to people who were either gaunt and prematurely aged, or smiling and friendly uncles and aunts, or wild men with messy decorations who looked like they came from some deserted island, or burly men and aunts with incredibly strong muscles, or old men and little devils who were completely invisible...

Wulou Temple, Tianxin Society, Blood Eye...

Ji Jue glanced at it and was amused.

Tsk tsk tsk, there really are some old acquaintances here!
"The ingredients in your skewers are definitely not your average stuff!"

He casually waved his hand, interrupting Minkler: "Alright, no need for introductions. They're all just worthless mortals."

The moment the words were spoken, the courtyard fell into an instant of deathly silence.

The smiles and gentleness on everyone's faces vanished, and they all turned to look at Ji Jue, their eyes gradually turning cold. Ji Jue also calmly turned his head and looked at them.

Poker face.

Ignoring the overwhelming chill and cold.

"What, you call me a piece of clay chicken and a piece of earthenware dog?"

Ji Jue calmly retorted, "Aren't you convinced?"

(End of this chapter)