Jing Qingfu was dying.
Although Jing Qingfu could still speak and smoke normally, when he took the initiative to ask the four brothers how to deal with the Silver Blood Society's problems, Jing Zhengwu knew that this man, who had once held absolute authority in the Jing family, was going to die.
Language was a marvelous thing. Once spoken, those fleeting words immediately took on a fixed form, binding the speaker.
Jing Qingfu's question was, in truth, a ceremony of transferring power.
He had exposed his weakness completely.
There was actually no difference between people. Even if you were a master of military strategy, as clever as a demon, and possessed overwhelming charisma... in the end, you were still only human. You could not control others.
The reason the more than one hundred members of the Jing family firmly rallied behind and obeyed their patriarch, Jing Qingfu, was that they believed Jing Qingfu had both the ability to let them live better and the authority to make them wish they were dead.
Power was formed by everyone's belief, yet in turn, it would frighten and threaten everyone. Power was simply that marvelous.
However, once the patriarch revealed his weakness, once another worthy heir appeared, the power formed through trust would also shift to the new patriarch because of that same trust.
The weak were like vines. Once they saw someone stronger appear, they would quietly stretch their tendrils toward him.
And what Jing Zhengwu had to do was prove that he was a leader stronger than his father and his brothers...!
"Silver Blood Society's concerns are easy to understand, but that's because they've never managed worker-slaves." Jing Zhengwu spoke in a clear voice. "As the saying goes, an army cannot move without a general, and a snake cannot move without