Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

From the factory to the hands of the buyer, the profit can be a hundredfold, a thousandfold, or even ten thousandfold or more!

This is my business, gentlemen, the business I desire. If you've come for this kind of business, I am all too welcoming. You are my guests, distinguished visitors of the Seven Cities. As long as you abide by the rules of the Seven Cities, you are free to act recklessly, and I will applaud and admire you from the sidelines.

But you are not…"

"To accomplish such a business, a stable environment is necessary, along with a complete supply chain from raw materials, refinement, reprocessing, and final assembly into finished products, involving no fewer than a hundred disciplines, and requiring professionals who must be hired with high salaries from the Federation's Five Great and the Empire's Three Mountains, while the production requires skilled workers numbering ten thousand! A hundred thousand!

This is the preparation work needed for my business, and to you, this is nothing more than a distant fantasy."

The voice in the phone slowly said: "Now, on the production line in the Seven Cities, every employee is my tool, my commodity, my property.

Even to train an operator for the assembly line requires six months of professional training, along with continuous schooling and learning.

Such tools also require proper maintenance and stable environments, education, and healthcare, to be used to a maximum age of sixty-five, and ensure their continuation and end, willingly nurturing the next generation of workers for me.

And on this basis, maintaining basic education and advanced training for decades, hoping to cultivate true elites from the mundane, seeking out real talent and pearls among the ordinary.

I need them to spend their blood, sweat, and intellect, with undivided attention and dedication, to create more value for me.

They can never imagine that their devoted efforts swap for meagre rewards that aren't even one-ten-thousandth of the true value they've created. But they are already satisfied, seeking nothing more.

Such tools are excellent, extremely good, making me cherish and rejoice, yet such tools are remarkably simple to destroy.

Just one pill from you is enough…"

"Now, please answer my question, gentlemen."

The voice no longer concealed its disdain and indifference:

"When compared to the infinite value a person creates in their lifetime, how high exactly must the profit behind your one pill be?"

Silence, long silence, Satria and Caruso spoke no more.

"So, please don't misunderstand, I look down on you, not because of some moral dichotomy, but merely because your kind of thing is just too shameful, utterly inefficient."

On the mountain peak, Ji Jue lowered his eyes, looking down at Luo Island beneath his feet, ignoring the Dust carried by the wind.

"You want an answer, well, here is my answer.

I don't play games with fools, nor do business with you."

"—Because I, Do, Not, Want!"

The sound of bones rubbing echoed, Satria's face on the sofa turning from pale to red, almost beside himself with rage, even the three days of futile waiting and unending humiliation pales compared to these words.

Yet he was restrained by Caruso.

"Mr. Ji, I understand your point." Caruso took a deep breath, slowly said: "Since that is…"

"Is that all?"

His words were cut off.

"Why pretend anymore, gentlemen?"

Ji Jue said indifferently: "You came here today, carrying smiles, humble after being arrogant, probing in every way, simply harboring discontent.

You don't feel defeated, merely manipulated by my minor tricks. For you, strength and life outweigh knowledge and the future, all I said are destined to be speaking a different language to you.

I don't expect you to understand, nor do I care for your submission.

So, why not be straightforward, whether to fight or to make peace, whether to bow or to contest, make your choice!"

"Then let's fight!!!"

Satria could no longer restrain himself, his ashen face twitching convulsively, shattered the armrest of the sofa, no longer concealing malice and ferocity: "Since you want to use the Desert Market's rules, then let's go by the Desert Market's ways!"

He said resolutely: "We want to invoke a showdown!"

Caruso nodded accordingly.

This is the most used method between Desert Market branches, casting aside right and wrong, disregarding past and bygone, each side sending one person, a fight to the death, winning or losing speaks!

The victor takes all, the loser eats dust!

"You want to fight, can you?"

Ling Shuo no longer cared for rules, before Ji Jue could speak, sneered: "Acting as if you have the capital to fight with us, stop making a spectacle.

Are you even worthy!"

Both sides' stance clearly is of gamblers who've lost everything, hoping for a come-back, slamming the table, shouting to gamble their lives.

As if your wretched life is worth a lot!

Why?

I don't need to fight you; I just need to wait, your blood will be spent dry!

Mr. Ji, don't fall for these two scum's scam!

Caruso remained silent, simply pulled out another envelope from his coat.

The envelope landed on the table, rapidly swelling into a box, the released atmosphere making Ling Shuo's eyes pause for a moment.

Especially when the box was opened, a thumb-sized perfume bottle still covered with the Imperial Water and Mountain Workshop's wax seal, the dazzling liquid inside flowed like spring water, illuminating the silent meeting room.

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