Chapter 1791 - 922: Gift

Mr. Han did not speak.

Feigning expertise.

It was evident that his mood seemed quite bad.

However, considering the situation from the heart, Ji Jue could understand Han Hui's feelings.

One hour, from a wealthy East City magnate to overwhelmed by debt, business crumbling was one thing, but along with shattered ambitions, stranded destiny... watching others climb out of the pit one by one, while he had to remain, especially since he was the one deliberately thrown in to stay at the bottom!

To still be able to stand and walk a few steps at this moment is already considered King of Resilience in East City!

Everything that happened today was merely the beginning; everyone knew a storm was coming, many would die, many would fall from grace.

And some would survive, continue to survive.

Live painfully.

Like Han Hui.

East City people always do things with decorum. At this precise moment, even after having a divine cutting with Han Hui, they still let him take the blame, but ultimately won't let him truly hit rock bottom.

He's still useful.

Especially a Han Hui who has hit rock bottom is even more useful.

"Mr. Han, why so late?"

At this moment, Ji Jue slumped on the sofa turned his head, looked behind him, and chuckled softly: "And why remain silent?"

At his feet, there was a glass bottle. In the bottle, a speck of Dust flickered intermittently, faintly glowing.

This was the greatest harvest of his journey, material from the Ember and You Sui that was endlessly useful... the Heavenly Human Foundation shed by the Heavenly People after suffering Rock Dye.

Others might not perceive it, but Han Hui would certainly feel where the fragments of his own Heavenly Human Foundation have ended up.

Even if just a trace.

Appearing out of nowhere in an old warehouse in the Wharf District, not even slightly disguised; this was clearly like holding a loudspeaker calling him out to meet!

Yet Han Hui did not expect that at this moment, the rundown warehouse did not hold any dragon's lair or hidden traps.

There was only an old sofa and an unexpected person.

"... Ji Jue?"

He glanced at the face that had reverted to its original appearance, asking indifferently: "Not even bothering to hide the disguise anymore?"

"Coming unannounced is already a breach of etiquette. Now that you're leaving, at least let Mr. Han know at whose hands you lost."

Ji Jue raised the beer in his hand, with two more bottles in the ice bucket beside him:

"Must be exhausting? Want to have a drink, take a break for a bit?"

Han Hui glanced at the beer he was holding, not even bothering to show disdain: "Chen Xingzhou doesn't even dare to meet me?"

"Ha..."

Ji Jue finally understood what he was thinking, chuckling and shaking his head: "He's busy, uninterested, and isn't as decorous as Mr. Han, doesn't so enjoy... putting on airs."

Clearly seething with anger yet forcing himself to be calm, even though he wanted to tear the instigator to pieces, he still acted as if everything was under control.

"Just lost a skirmish. You think I'm bound to be furious?"

Han Hui's cold laughter rang out, "Do you really think your actions can leave me in despair, unable to rise again?"

Ji Jue flicked his fingers.

The snowy fluttering TV screen suddenly changed, displaying the Desert Market election results.

Against the expectations of most people, something counterintuitive indeed occurred!

After suffering a recent plummet, Han Hui's position unexpectedly returned to the top twenty, still maintaining a steadier lead over Chen Xingzhou today, merely dropping from seventh to tenth!

Despite such setbacks, still firmly at the forefront!

"Indeed, it's Mr. Han!"

Ji Jue couldn't help but applaud and cheer, "Dominating East City, with immense family resources, being able to stabilize in such circumstances is truly remarkable!"

These words held no sarcasm and were genuinely heartfelt.

This is Han Hui, this is East City, this is the Heavenly People!

A calamity that would have shattered anyone else's power and reduced them to dust, on him only left him disheveled and embarrassed for a while.

The various advantages had already destined his high error tolerance.

Too high for Ji Jue to reach.

Regardless of other factors, simply because Han Hui is a Heavenly Person, as long as he doesn't die, these billions lost, sooner or later, can be regained!

Even his alliance wouldn't allow him to fall.

After all, within the Hanhai Alliance, there are countless Federation large enterprises and other Desert Market groups present, with such substantial investments, how could they simply watch it go down the drain?

This isn't related to sunk costs; rather, it resembles the leverage trading in the futures market.

If market fluctuations occur and you don't want to be force-closed and lose everything, then you must again add new funds...

The die is cast.

The game is open, even if the sky falls, it must continue to play, perhaps earning less, becoming harder; would you just stop?

And not only continue, if braver, increase investment to ensure future profits quickly offset initial investments.

The Hanhai Alliance remains, and it will continue forward, closely circling around Han Hui!

"But what is the cost?"

Ji Jue laughed, curiously asking, though he didn't care about Han Hui's answer.

The cost is Han Hui himself.

After losing his greatest capital, the fierce dilution of his internal voice and the inevitable shake of his position!