Above Destiny

Chapter 707 Life Should Be Lived with a Smile

In the brief silence, countless spiritual fluctuations rose and fell, malevolent energy surged, and murderous intent lurked.

At the front of the crowd, someone squeezed out a voice through gritted teeth: "Those present are all renowned and powerful figures who have been around for a long time. Mr. Ji's words are a bit too arrogant."

Ji Jue's gaze swept over to the middle-aged man who had spoken out righteously, his brows furrowing with suspicion:

"who are you?"

"..."

The middle-aged man's expression grew increasingly grim. He stood up, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I am Liu from Grey Harbor..."

"Sorry, I haven't heard of that. Next!"

Ji Jue waved his hand, interrupting him, and turned to Minkler with a sigh: "See that? He's got the air of a loser, yet he tries to act like someone's boss. It's hilarious."

The middle-aged man's face flushed red instantly, and he flew into a rage, a bloodthirsty glint appearing in his eyes. Suddenly, a gust of evil wind swept over them...

boom.

Everyone's vision blurred.

Ji Jue remained motionless, as if nothing had happened. Only beneath his feet was a twisted figure convulsing wildly, foaming at the mouth and bleeding.

In the deathly silence, no one spoke; only faces gradually stiffened, and brows furrowed.

The White Deer killed the embers, and at such close range, the ship capsized, which is bad enough, but the key point is that... no one saw what actually happened!
The God of War jumped up, then got a big slap in the face, and immediately went to sleep.

As soon as it jumped out, it landed at Ji Jue's feet, convulsing and struggling, writhing incessantly, just like a maggot... But even a maggot can still spit out some dirty water, what the hell can you do!
What a useless thing!

"He came to someone's house as a guest and wanted to fight with them. He has no manners at all."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes and glanced at the white deer vomiting blood at his feet. "How can Ling Liu's people be so unruly?"

The middle-aged man twitched and opened his mouth to speak, but Ji Jue stepped on his neck, preventing him from making a sound.

With a thud, he fell to the ground.

He passed out.

"Oh dear, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Outside the door, a figure jogged in, his face unshaven, but he looked quite young.

He bent over and leaned closer, bowing and scraping to Ji Jue, as if he had just arrived: "It's a misunderstanding, Mr. Ji. That Liu fellow is used to betraying his own people and is really ignorant."

I didn't check properly, I apologize!

Ji Jue glanced over, feeling a sense of déjà vu: "Have I seen this before?"

"I've seen it, I've seen it. The food in Xinquan is good, it's very nourishing."

Ling Shuo took off his sunglasses and grinned, "You're so busy. I even helped you out when you were preparing Pacquiao's dishes... Oh, I was impolite. If I had known you were in Seven Cities, I would have sent a letter to request an audience first. Please forgive me, please forgive me."

"Really?" Ji Jue laughed.

"Yeah yeah."

Ling Shuo, who had betrayed Pacquiao in the past, bowed and scraped, moved a chair over, wiped it with his sleeve, and respectfully placed it behind Ji Jue.

"Please have a seat. It's a rare opportunity to learn from you."

In the eerie silence, he stood meekly behind Ji Jue, completely unconcerned about his reputation, serving tea and water, not even glancing at the maggot on the ground.

They didn't care about the strange looks they received from others.

Ji Jue didn't care.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put it aside.

"It's a poor, remote place, and even tea isn't palatable."

He shook his head with regret and sighed, then looked up at the silent crowd and suddenly smiled: "Let's chat, everyone, continue. Why are you all silent?"

Keep playing the music and dancing; life is meant to be lived with a smile.
.
Bang!
Outside the conference room, amidst a series of chaotic noises, someone pushed open the door and forced their way in, interrupting the family meeting!
When everyone looked up, they saw Minkler barging in, and were taken aback, their brows furrowing.

Some people suddenly slammed their fists on the table and stood up, their faces contorted with rage, ready to unleash a furious tirade. But then they saw Minkler look around and then kneel down before Bogio, who sat at the head of the table, as if a mountain of gold and jade were collapsing.

Holding Boggio, who was still in a wheelchair, she wailed and cried as if she were weeping blood.

"Brother, brother, ahhhhh..."

He grabbed Boggio's good leg, pounding his chest and stamping his feet: "We brothers parted in haste yesterday, how did it turn out like this! We almost became separated by life and death!"

Little brother, I almost never saw you again! Who was it?!

Whoever dared to do such a thing, I will avenge you!

Who the hell could it be?!
Bogio wanted to spit a mouthful of blood onto Minkler's face. You bastard, you still dare to come in front of me and keep acting, huh?

Before he could even speak, he swayed under Minkler's pull. Minkler pressed his legs down and stood up, wiping away his tears with his sleeve, and said angrily, "I know! It's all Luo Cheng's doing! It must be those beasts from Luo Cheng who did it! How dare they humiliate Chopra like this! I will never forgive Sukarno's family!"
Please rest assured, even if it means going against the Seven Cities, I will stand firmly with the family!

You fucking deserve this!
I wonder how many people's expressions turned ashen, like they'd just eaten shit. Who the hell did this to deserve this?!
Without you, would the Chopra family have become enemies with Seven Cities?

But Minkler didn't care.

After a series of wailing and wailing, he stood up, kicked aside the stunned Mattik next to him, and then sat down in his seat.

Then, with an innocent look on his face, he looked around and said, "Everyone, please continue. Why is everyone so quiet? Did I come at the wrong time?"

“Minkler—”

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer. He slammed his fist on the table in fury, stood up, and cursed, "You bastard, how dare you come back! I..."

"Nobody's saying anything? Fine, I'll say a few words."

Minkler ignored him, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance. He raised his hand to adjust his collar, then suddenly spoke: "Now that the patriarch has just passed away, the family is divided, surrounded by wolves from the outside, with Luo City lurking nearby, and the threat of distant winds looming. This is truly a time when the great edifice is on the verge of collapse, and the survival of the family hangs in the balance..." He suddenly slammed his hand on the table, his voice booming:
"I propose that the selection of household gods be initiated ahead of schedule!"

For a moment, the conference room fell silent again.

Everyone felt as if they had eaten piles of shit, unable to speak, exchanging glances as they looked at Bogio, whose face was ashen.

Bogio gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to curse.

What the heck!

That bastard, he used all my words!

What do you think everyone is talking about in the meeting room?
Is it even your place to make such a suggestion?

Bogio was panting heavily, his hand gripping the teacup so tightly it felt like it was about to shatter. If it weren't for his terrifying performance last night, he would have ordered his men to beat that bastard Minkler out with sticks...

But now, we still have to play along.

You have to swallow your broken teeth.

Nodding in agreement?

That is impossible!

Even if they don't know what kind of fake medicine Minkler is up to, all the opponent has to do is blindly oppose him!

“Minkler, you don’t understand. The selection of the household gods isn’t something that can be done in advance. The preparations are complicated, and everything must be handled carefully, otherwise you’ll anger the household gods…”

"is it?"

Minkler seemed puzzled and asked in return, "I see that the family is quite well prepared. Incense and phoenix trees are all ready. If we're not going to use them to sacrifice the family fire, then we might as well share them among everyone. Leave some for me too, so I can roast a couple of chicken wings and have a taste."

Minkler, you son of a bitch...

Before Bogio could speak again, Minkler suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

"How about we stick to the old rule—vote!"

He kindly suggested, "Family matters should ultimately be decided by the family itself; let's have everyone vote."

In the brief silence, someone at the lower end of the conference room rolled their eyes and suddenly nodded in agreement:

"I think it's okay."

"To be fair, this is a good idea."

"Indeed, voting is the fairest method."

"Yeah, yeah, let's vote."

"Me too!"

There were even babies crying loudly, seemingly in agreement even though they had no idea what was happening. In the entire conference room, a third of the people were silent, while the rest either nodded frantically or voiced their opposition...

It instantly turned into complete chaos.

Even if, from a true family perspective, the one-third who remain silent are the real backbone and mainstay, what can we do when everyone shares the same surname, Chopra?
Everyone has human rights. If it's Chopra, so what if I have a vote?!

Previously, after Bogio and Lao Liu joined forces, they suppressed the opposition within the family. But now that Minkler is leading the way, who can't make a few more noises and show off their value in uniting the people?

Minkler smiled but said nothing.

Bogio's eyes widened in fury.

That bastard Minkler, that's exactly what he's here to do!
They're here to cause trouble!
Anyway, whether he succeeds or fails, he'll win the same way.

If it succeeds, it was his idea, and he even demonstrated his influence within the family. He dared to propose it; who knows what other tricks he has up his sleeve? If it fails, he doesn't care. The heir ring prepared by the family head is still on his finger; he can use that opportunity to continue stirring up trouble…

Thinking of this, Bogio couldn't help but feel dizzy: Father, Father, you old man, you're dead, what were you thinking before you died!

He stared coldly at Minkler.

Minkler was looking at him too.

smile.

Bogio laughed, but felt a chill run down his spine.

Outside the conference room, in the courtyard, the lively and bustling atmosphere remained unchanged.

Under the scrutinizing gazes of many, Ji Jue basked in the sun and drank tea as if no one else was around, occasionally exchanging a few words with Ling Shuo, who was serving him, as if he were on vacation.

Until someone could no longer contain themselves and let out a sinister sigh.

"He truly is a young hero. I really admire Mr. Ji's composure; he's still managing to stay calm." The seemingly kind-looking old lady sitting in front shook her head and sighed, "Having offended that usurper, his future days are probably going to be tough."

"Ah."

Ji Jue chuckled, too lazy to pay attention, but turned to look at Ling Shuo beside him: "See? It's good to get out and about more."

People can't stay stuck in remote, impoverished areas forever. If they stay there too long, they'll become like a toad stuck in a ditch, losing all their worldly experience.

"That's what you said."

Ling Shuo nodded repeatedly with a smile, like a sycophant, "Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles. I've come to this realization, but I regret that I haven't read enough books or traveled far enough."

"It's always good to be more observant. Don't be like a rat in a ditch, peeking out and seeing a stray dog, so scared that you can't sleep."

Ji Jue raised his eyes and glanced at the old man who was still putting on an act, then sneered, "What are you? What am I?"

"He's the one who should be having a hard time because he offended me!"

(End of this chapter)