"Look, what did I tell you?"
He pointed at the piles of Disaster Beast corpses floating in the sea, sighing with emotion, "You should listen more to Mr. Ji, learn from him, and study what he says! It's been three days since I last saw him, and my heart just feels so empty..."
The others nodded repeatedly, with no objections. Even the way they looked at Minkler was full of admiration and anticipation: "Family Head, you are right!"
And so, with his empty heart, Minkler returned to his office. He had just picked up his tea cup, and lifting his head, imdiately felt a sense of fulfillnt.
His heart started pounding!
Right across from his desk, an all-too-familiar figure had appeared at so point.
As if it had been waiting for a long ti.
"Mr. Ji?!"
Minkler froze, instinctively removed his hat, stood at attention, and said solemnly and respectfully, "Is there sothing concerning Xiang State during this ti that needs..."
"There's no need to report to about what Xiang State is doing."
Ji Jue raised his hand to interrupt him: "How you manage things, how you make decisions, I have no thoughts on that."
"No, no!"
Minkler shook his head decisively, humbling himself once again: "I'm just asking for guidance..."
"If you want to know how to use a lathe or conduct alchemy, you can co to . But when it cos to managing Xiang State, if you're uncertain, why don't you ask your father? Isn't he right here?"
Ji Jue sighed, reiterating, "I've said this many tis—given the circumstances, I won't ask for much. As long as you can ensure my business remains stable and you continue behaving like a proper person, treating others as people, I won't interfere with what you want to do. I don't have that much ti. Do you really think I'm here to be the deadbeat dad of the Seven Cities?"
Moreover, even fathers co in different types!
Whether considering the long-term cooperation between both sides or out of trust in his own skills and abilities, Ji Jue didn't believe Minkler would ditch him and act alone. Given this, why would he micromanage everything?
And where would he find the energy for that?
Behind Minkler, the shadow of Busstaman lowered its eyes, as if hearing nothing, but there seed to be a hint of a smile at the corners of its mouth, restraining excitent and joy.
For newly-appointed Minkler, he may not deeply understand the value of such generosity. But for a long-watching entity like Busstaman, this free-range-style ntor is rare and precious!
No, he's already surpassed even a real father!
He can call on him for support when needed, and when there's nothing else, as long as offerings are adequate, he absolutely won't ddle or create chaos... This is indeed a treasure of an investor who only provides investnt but doesn't interfere with managent!
Save it for Minkler, even Busstaman wanted to kneel down and bow to Ji Jue!
After all this, Minkler finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good not to have made any mistakes.
Not making mistakes is progress!
With Ji Jue's reassurance, he carefully settled into his seat, half-sitting on the edge, seeking instructions: "What are your orders?"
"It's not you I'm looking for."
Ji Jue shook his head, pointing behind him, "I'm here for your father."
Minkler turned back in confusion, as did Busstaman, bewildered.
But imdiately, he saw those pitch-black eyes looking at him, like a vortex, deep and dark, capturing one's very soul.
The smile suddenly vanished, leaving only an iron-like cold and solemn deanor.
With a thud.
The Invisible Family God actually knelt trembling on the ground under the oppressive Heavenly Origin's Weight, in fright.
For the first ti since dying so long ago, Busstaman felt he could still break out in a cold sweat!
"Busstaman, there's only one chance. I have only one question; think carefully before you answer."
Ji Jue lowered his gaze, looking down coldly as he asked:
"The idea of modifying the Family God, where did it co from?"
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