Chapter 1680 - 863: Authority in Hand (Part 2)

If he doesn't sign the contract of selling himself, doesn't become one of their own, there's no legitimacy. Even if the Federation wants to give it to him, he can't reach it.

Moreover, why should they give it?

As early as when Ji Jue wanted to take a path through the Security Bureau, this idea was directly vetoed by Lv Yingyue.

Impossible, forbidden, out of the question.

For Ji Jue, it's not worth the loss.

Indeed, the Federation has a large number of quotas distributed every year, but compared to the number of quotas involving High-level Heavenly Yuan Blessings and the number of waiters, it's like many monks but little porridge.

If not for the privileges of the Heavenly Governor's endorsement from the Tower City's action department, even Tong Shan would have to obediently wait in line for another seven or eight years, and still rely on luck, praying that no well-connected person jumps the queue.

For the sake of a blessing, jumping into the Federation's muddy water, and competing with so many people, what comes hard-earned, also has to bear suppression.

Regarding obtaining the blessing and leaving if desired is just dreaming.

Prepare to work for the Federation for a lifetime.

The Federation is not a hair salon where you can say stop and just stop working.

Once you serve the Federation as a tool for a day, you must prepare to be a tool for a lifetime. If one truly wishes to climb out, who knows how much effort it will take.

Even if Hai Province's current contribution and size seem exchangeable or accessible, it's still not something Guardian Lv can allocate to him.

The words "against the rules" easily block all intentions of freeloading completely outside the door.

"Heavenly Origin Path, nothing more than autonomy and dominance, making grandeur and fortune."

At that time, Guardian Lv, drinking tea in the office, said calmly: "Aren't you doing well on the Coast? The importance of autonomy doesn't need my explanation, does it?"

Ji Jue understood and completely dismissed the original hasty ambition.

——Since he has such conditions, why anxiously seek outside and depend on others?

The Heavenly Origin foundation hardly laid, once assimilated by the Heavenly Governor, don't expect ever to reclaim it, living under others' roofs, even sweet days might taste somewhat bitter.

This affair is too much black humor.

Just as White Deers fear the rules, Heavenly Yuans yearn for the so-called 'freedom'.

Since you are trapped in a cage, how could you easily escape? Even if presented with resignation chances, most Heavenly Yuans wouldn't choose to let go.

A lifetime of painstaking efforts, half-life of hard labor, positions attached with threats almost exceed life itself!

Guardian Lv's intentions couldn't be more clear, no, allowing her, as Hai Province's guardian, to ignore such easy achievements, instead, she earnestly shared to such an extent, it's almost the treatment one wouldn't give even to a biological son.

For Ji Jue, the best way is to expand his reserves of Heavenly Yuan to the best possible extent, relying on the push and hold of Chixiao, develop the Coast and nurture a Heavenly Yuan Blessing in the self-owned lands of New Spring, Tower City, and Seven Cities!

Grow bigger and stronger, create brilliance once again!

Even, one might say this is a hard standard needing facing for the rebuilding of Spring City——where can a Central City unable to produce Heavenly Yuan Blessings exist?

Whether there is land and can something grow on the land are two separate things!

No three-foot ground for planting stakes, how can there be hard toil? If it's a wasteland where nothing grows, how can towering beams sprout?

Though difficult and troublesome, once successful, the gain would definitely be tenfold, a hundredfold more.

Even if in the future needing to rely on the Federation, treatments would entirely differ.

Facing acquisition, a studio without any autonomy would just honestly obey orders, turnover all financial power and personnel, and even whether to continue existence or disband would depend solely on the board's decision.

And if New Spring can truly develop to the level of a Central City, Ji Jue might come as adding capital as the first Governor, become the pillar of Hai Province.

Even securing a legacy seat in the Federation Parliament of Central City!

Not to mention, if disputes arise during meetings, wouldn't he also have the legitimate chance to strike at Xu Chaoxian amidst the chaos?

The days were increasingly promising.

[Autonomy, dominance]

With these eight words from Guardian Lv, the core of the Heavenly Origin Path is summarized, a shortcut to maximizing efficiency.

As the saying goes, unused power expires, wanting to highlight power's existence means not letting it gather dust but using it as much as possible.

During this period, Ji Jue changed his past hands-off, behind-the-scenes approach, frequently coordinated the operations between New Spring and the Seven Cities, not merely the Coast's production and expansion but also through pervasive monitoring and management, exercising his powers in all aspects.

To liver through the practice, he even flipped out the batch processing work previously dumped on Isis, then micro-managed each of them.

No matter this or that, toss it all, then say!

Even if some places can't be tossed, tormenting those shunned scum at the Desert Market feels equally pleasing?

With internal softness and cultivation, and after a batch of long-term projects without immediate benefits rolled out, he began ruthlessly opposing externally…

First going around tormenting colleagues in Tower City, then wantonly trampling the trash at Thousand Islands.

Catch who needs catching, kill who requires killing.

Then after a few days of overtime liver-burning, the first batch of fully-loaded cargo ships had followed the Desert Market channels, heading towards the Northern Realm.

Many affairs came to an end, and Ji Jue, lowered his eyes gazing at the gradual formation of creations within the Melting Furnace.

After a long while, he turned back, glanced at the phone beside him.

The screen lit up, the call dialed out.

Quickly, a respectful voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Ji."

"Have the people from Iron Hook District and Hidden Mist Reef arrived?" Ji Jue asked.

"Yes." Ling Shuo replied, "Satria and Caruso arrived personally, awaiting your time."

"How many days?"

"Two days."

"Oh, sound not too long."

Ji Jue casually said: "Make it three full days, sounds auspicious."

"Understood."

Ling Shuo nodded without hesitation, after hanging up, he lowered the phone, motioned towards an incoming person saying: "Inform those two groups, considering their sincerity, Mr. Ji is willing to spare some time amidst his busy schedule.

Meeting set for tomorrow afternoon."

He leaned back in the chair, face hidden in shadow, smirked lightly: "Just, whether the talks succeed entirely depends on their performance."

Hearing this, the messenger dared not say much, carefully exited the room, only when breathing a sigh of relief did a note of bitterness appear on his face.

A hot potato task.

Even doing well earns no benefit, a blunder brings trouble aplenty.

If this message is passed on, who knows what might stir; worst, he can't lower his stance too much but muster arrogance or it stains the Dragon Head's reputation.

Yet if the scene gets tough, might even catch a scolding from their Dragon Head, held accountable.

Between tough and tougher, it couldn't be avoided.

As he mustered courage, pondering a whole way to articulate Ling Shuo's intends, unexpectedly, after a brief silence, it was accepted.

The two Desert Market Dragon Heads nodding calmly, said nothing more.

Like a stagnant pool.

Endured!

Since another day is mentioned, then wait another day.

Three days waiting, extreme pressure, utmost disdain and disregard...

They bore it all, enduring like a Heavenly Yuan.

Even an afternoon in the waiting room continuously waiting till almost evening bore no resentment or annoyance, always smiling, filled with anticipation.

An entire afternoon in silence felt like unspeaking torture.

Within the endless ticking of the wall clock in the corner, every second dragged on like a lingering death.

Until from the corridor's end, amidst a shuffle of footsteps, that unique deep voice surfaced.

Like a predator in the dark waiting for its prey's blood to drain, only when they are barely alive, did it stride towards its hunting ground.

Finally…