Ji Jue.
The creator of Coast Group, New Spring's Moji, Haizhou's central pillar, the Association's Crown Master, Craftsman Master of the Three-Phase Lineage, Chosen of Embers, inheritor of the Mohists, the West Sea Vortex, King of Seven Cities...
Any one of those many titles and appellations would have been enough to silence the entire venue.
In just three short years, he had gone from a college student still drowning in student loans to a pivotal pillar of Haizhou—a figure counted among the foremost not only in the Federation, but in the entire present world.
At that moment, as he stepped onto the stage, the long silence shattered. Cheers and shouts naturally erupted, along with reverence and awe, solemn respect and admiration.
As though he were walking through his own territory, with everything under his control.
He looked so young, yet a streak of white ran through his mottled hair. On his handsome, dignified face, a red mark wound across his cheek like a flame.
Whether they bore him hostility or not, the instant they found themselves beneath the gaze of those eyes, they could feel it...
That thing called weight!
It was not merely the uproar and cheers within the venue. The barrage of comments in the livestream chat raced past like a storm.
[OHHHHH!! The Factory Director is here!!]
[Hiss hiss hiss]
[Do something crazy for us again, Factory Director!!!]
[He's here he's here he's here he's here]
"Ah, you have no idea how hard he works."
Lu Ma raised a hand and wiped at the corner of her eye. "So much white hair already. Tell me, what's the point of suffering like this..."
"Mom, don't worry about it." Lu Ling looped her arm through hers and softly consoled her. "Maybe he's just keeping up with fashion. Maybe it's