Chapter 1643 - 845: Relying on Yourself Is Better Than Relying on Others

It almost feels like a joke, just like how the Federation and Empire love to talk about freedom and democracy, the Desert Market on the Endless Sea suddenly starts talking about law!

It's as if they've finally discovered that such a thing exists in the world!

Of course, the reason given externally can't simply be a flat "No," after all, the reputation of the Desert Market is also at stake here. Today they deny one family, tomorrow won't they deny me as well?

It's just that the Desert Market is big, and it's normal for such a huge fund to suddenly become unmanageable, besides, isn't sovereignty disputed!

Don't worry about where the dispute came from, just say whether it exists or not!

Do you want me to just give it?

Moreover, they didn't say they wouldn't give, but rather give slowly, give slowly, give according to plan...

In short, not give.

Anyway, the ugliness is already shown here, if it offends you, then apologies.

But that's how we are here at the Desert Market.

"It's not the first time the Desert Market hasn't kept their promises, no need to be surprised, it's actually quite common."

Regarding this, Desert Market Leader Chen Xingzhou is very experienced: "Law and procedures are just excuses, the rule of the strong is the essence of the Desert Market.

Even the Desert Market's own rules can only be maintained by the iron hand of the leaders, otherwise what do they need the An Family, the Yuan Family for?"

Facing Ji Jue's inquiry, he straightforwardly said over the phone: "This matter isn't actually troublesome, but the problem is, it's very difficult to peacefully achieve a result you desire."

If Ji Jue doesn't make concessions, it's impossible to settle things amicably.

Come on, no one here is some saint, who doesn't love money falling from the sky? If it's already in the pocket, who is willing to take it out?

You say it's yours, does it have your name written on it?

Even if it does, it doesn't matter!

"The simplest method, don't worry about anything, just fight."

Chen Xingzhou shares his little experience with peers: "Though it's not nice to say, many White Deer are actually despicable, talking nicely to them is useless, but if you give them a beating, they'll understand reason."

Where are all the rules and regulations, the Desert Market is like this, whoever's fists are the hardest speaks the truth.

If you can't win, kneel, if you can't kneel, die, no whining!

However, this method has a small drawback.

It can get out of control.

Ji Jue can decide when to fight, but not necessarily when to stop.

At this critical point, if someone fans the flames, things can completely spiral out of control, evolving into a full-scale war.

Ji Jue shakes his head: "Now that the Seven Cities have just stabilized, they're not ready for a war on all fronts."

Come on, if a full-scale war breaks out, won't his business be affected?

Even if they win, what's left of the Seven Cities?

But not fighting isn't an option.

Not fighting is truly seeking death, a slow suicide. If he can't show them color, the other side will slowly take advantage, like frogs boiled in warm water, with gradual erosion, Ji Jue will eventually find himself isolated.

So, fighting is necessary, but it must be within control.

"Yes, the most troublesome part of this matter is that there isn't a proper solution."

For Ji Jue's difficulties, Chen Xingzhou fully understands: "It would be best to resolve things quietly, but you need to find someone with enough prestige and influence in the Endless Sea to speak on your behalf and guarantee support."

So, who is this person?

Across the whole western Endless Sea, who else has the strength and status to make others take notice?

The answer is also one of Ji Jue's old acquaintances, Ling Shuo's cheap adoptive father, the agent of the Desert Market's Gray Port, just finished his fourth re-election, Dragon Head Ling Liu!

As an unshakeable figure in Gray Port for fifty or sixty years, someone who's been through many ups and downs, won till the end, laughed till the last, he is truly an old hand at the Desert Market.

Only he has the face and strength to do this.

But this method is also not suitable because Ling Liu will definitely seize the opportunity, biting fiercely!

Bite as much and as hard as possible.

"That guy is the real troublemaker."

Chen Xingzhou said: "He's the most typical of the Thousand Island Desert Market, only recognizing money, not people, if there's milk, there's a mother, no milk, move aside, once he's involved, you can't shake him off. If you owe him a favor, you'll be chewed on for a long time.

I think, you probably won't choose this."

Indeed.

Rather than considering finding Ling Liu, might as well just fight a battle!

So it becomes very troublesome.

Neither this works nor that works, very few options.

For the collaboration and win-win that the Desert Market wants, Ji Jue will have to cede part of his own interests, even if they offer more in return, he still won't feel it's worth it.

Come on, you're living well, suddenly being forced to sell blood, no matter how much money is offered, it won't be enough, yet I'm asked to risk my life for it.

Do I lack these few bucks from you?

If he closes his eyes and goes with the flow, if he reverses course again in Seven Cities, how can Ji Jue claim he's accomplished anything?

Even if it's not a loss, it's still a loss!

"What if you come forward?" Ji Jue asked.

"Not possible."

Chen Xingzhou sighed, resolutely refusing: "I can't help, if at this moment I come forward, it'll only be seen by Ling Liu as overreaching, then it won't be just those three families targeting you, Gray Port will take the lead.

No matter the situation, for now I can't extend my hand, but..."

On the phone, his words paused for a moment.

Finally came to an abrupt end.

Nothing else was said.

But Ji Jue suddenly understood, and chuckled lightly.

"I get it now, thanks for the hint."

"It's not much, just one trouble solving another. Whether it succeeds or not is up to you." Chen Xingzhou said, "Looking forward to your good news."

He paused for a moment, then said, "In the future, well, maybe not too far away, if you succeed, I might need you to do me a favor."

"I will."

Ji Jue promised firmly, "Don't worry."

The call ended there.

Ji Jue fell into contemplation once again.

From the perspective of partners, both Ji Jue and Chen Xingzhou trusted each other completely.

Although compared to genuine camaraderie, he didn't trust Chen Xingzhou all that much, just like Chen Xingzhou didn't fully trust Ji Jue either, but between them was this cat-loving flamboyant man, Chen Yubo.

Even if besides raising cats he's useless, waking up every day in his 800-square-meter bedroom with the biggest worry being making too much money, he's still a crucial link.

He carries the little humanity left within Chen Xingzhou and the not-so-plentiful friendship of Ji Jue.

With this relationship, and the overarching situation in Hai Province of advancing and retreating together, they are reliable allies.

Everyone exercises restraint and maintains a polite and harmonious distance, building a bond of trust to the greatest extent possible within this scope.

If there is trouble, you naturally help if you can.

For instance, Chen Xingzhou's genuine hint at this moment, even if not spoken out loud until the end, has already led him to the best solution.

After the call ended, Ji Jue picked up again and summoned Ling Shuo and Gold Hair to the office, explaining the current situation.

"What do you think?" Ji Jue sighed lightly and asked solemnly.

"Fight those bastards!" Gold Hair was furious, without thinking: "Mr. Ji, just say the word, and I'll bring people over now to slit his throat! I damn..."

On the other hand, Ling Shuo, hesitated.

Hesitated for a long time, only when Ji Jue looked over did he swallow, saying in a low voice, "Please stay calm."

Ji Jue raised his eyebrows, "You think I can't solve it?"

Instantly, Ling Shuo shook his head frantically, as if electrocuted.

He racked his brain for a long time, stuttering, "No, I just think... if, if... we first find someone to talk to, it might be... more prudent."

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

Gold Hair glared over, "Every day you talk about loyalty, how come you're like this when something happens? How about, if you..."

Ji Jue waved his hand, interrupting him.

"Why do we have to rely on others, Ling Shuo?"

Ji Jue sighed, suddenly saying, "In the end, a person has to rely on themselves to live, right?"

"Mr. Ji is right!"

Gold Hair nodded firmly, making people wonder if he really listened to what Ji Jue was saying.

Anyway, no matter what Mr. Ji said, it's definitely right!

"Yes, yes."

Ling Shuo instinctively nodded in agreement, raised his hand to wipe sweat, several times wanting to speak out but unable to, stuck in his throat, wanting to speak but didn't dare.

Until, he raised his head again and saw those eyes looking at him.

The pitch-black pupils, calming and deep, reflecting his own figure.

Like waiting for something?

For a moment, Ling Shuo felt an awakening empowerment, uncontrollable trembling, facial twitching, almost forgetting to breathe!

"Yes, you..."

Ling Shuo lowered his head deeply, his voice uncontrollably trembling: "You are right!"

Thus, very quickly, the short meeting concluded.

Anyway, it was just ventilation, even if they really wanted to fight, they wouldn't know how long it would take. Preparing them is enough.

Using the excuse of a deep night to rest, he sent Gold Hair home to behave and be quiet. Ji Jue, after brushing the dust off his sleeves, went back to sleep.

Slept until nine the next morning, rarely slept in.

Lazily, he got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, randomly ate something before yawning, he opened the door.

Finally, he saw the silhouette kneeling outside the steps all night.

The dew had dissipated, the sun gradually becoming scorching, under the scorching sunlight, Ling Shuo knelt straight, meticulously waiting in silence.

Upon hearing the door open, he raised his hands, prostrating fully.

Devoutly worshiping.

"When did you arrive?" Ji Jue sat on the step in front of him.

Ling Shuo lowered his head and replied, "Last night, at eleven o'clock."

So, Ji Jue nodded, lightly sighed:

"It's truly hard work."

"Not hard."

Ling Shuo prostrated again, "Just afraid of annoying you."

"Yes, it's indeed troublesome, but it can't be ignored."

Ji Jue looked up at the distant Luo Island and suddenly asked, "Do you just want to be the Dragon Head that much?"

"I do!"

Ling Shuo trembled, using all his strength, uncontrollably shouting:

"I dream of it!"