Chapter 127: First Give

Late at night, in the dim, unlit living room of the villa, Jennifer Wiltonstein sat on the sofa, expressionlessly watching a thirty-four-inch television in front of her.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the building behind me is the Unicorn Apartment Tower. It is also the current residence of Andre Lee Wiltonstein. Just over a month ago, the Nathan Sports Group purchased the 39th and 40th floors here as a residence for Mr. Andre. But now, this Unicorn Apartment is also known as the Lucky Unicorn. Let's interview some residents here—"

"Yes! I was recently promoted, less than a month after moving into Unicorn Apartments. I was promoted to manager by my superiors."

"Resident? No, I'm not one now; I'm just here to move my things. A few days ago I did live here, but now I've sold my apartment—350,000 gold shields, more than double the purchase price, and above the average price of nearby houses. Now that you mention it, maybe there really is a lucky goddess blessing me?"

"Haha, I don't know what you mean by luck, but if I have to say what good thing happened to me this past month, it's love. I confessed to the person I've secretly loved for a long time, and she accepted! My god, this is undoubtedly the luckiest thing in my life—"

Jennifer coldly pressed the remote and changed the channel. It was another talk show about 'Lucky Andre.'

"You may not know this, but last Friday, the Nathan sneakers and sword bag that Andre wore that day are sold out in major stores. Many people believe that buying these two items can bring them good luck."

"I really didn't know that, but this afternoon, when I passed by a Nathan store, I did notice a huge increase in crowds."

"Actually, my child also bought a pair of shoes of the same style. I think this Mr. Andre is the incarnation of the goddess of luck. It's hard to imagine that his opponent in this round had another accident—bitten by his pet today. What does this mean? Without going through a decent fight, he's already entered the top 32 of the Cold Weapon Comprehensive Individual Combat Tournament."

"Poor Shiro, I heard that the latest rabies vaccine requires twelve consecutive injections."

"I think this is more like bad luck—bringing bad luck to others. To be honest, I still think this is a conspiracy by the Nathan Sports Group. Think about it: how could an ordinary person have such luck? It's lower than the odds of winning the lottery. There must be a puppet master behind all this—"

"But the police have already investigated; it was just an accident, with no signs of human interference."

"Actually, there's a theory in the media right now: in the first round, the armor sponsored by Nathan Sports Group did malfunction. They stirred up this whole storm to cover that up."

"Haha, I don't care if it's a conspiracy or not. Right now, I'm more curious about the result of the top 32 match. His next opponent is James Lanster! The top contender for this championship."

"I bet James will beat the shit out of him."

"But Lucky Andre also said he's determined to win the championship and that no other contestant in this tournament is his match."

Jennifer was watching intently until her butler Oliver appeared beside the sofa. She frowned and turned off the TV.

"Well? Did you find anything? What did he do in the Dark World over the weekend?"

"The Snake Eye Detective Agency couldn't provide any information. They only discovered this week that Master Andre had shaken them off and gone to the Dark World. Further intelligence may take one to two weeks."

Oliver shook his head: "But through their investigation, they found other gains."

As he spoke, he placed a photo in front of Jennifer: "This girl is named Elisa Targaryen, a collateral member of the Targaryen family, a ninth-level magic energy hunter. She usually hunts demons for a living and mingles with various hunting groups. Recently, this Miss Targaryen has appeared twice at Unicorn Apartments. Snake Eye believes she may have been hanging out with Master Andre recently. Notably, Elisa is currently not cooperating with any hunting group, but she has been spending lavishly."

"Is that so?"

Jennifer picked up the photo and glanced at it, then pressed her fingers against her temples, struggling to suppress her anger.

This kind of uncertain, ambiguous information was useless to her.

"Oliver, notify the court to sell that house. No need to set any price limit."

Oliver was taken aback: "But Miss, the funds currently controlled by Rising Sun Company are close to ten million gold shields. If we sell that house—"

"I know. This will give Andre more funds."

Jennifer's eyes flickered: "But there is a saying in the Eastern Tao Te Ching: 'In order to contract, it is necessary first to expand. In order to weaken, it is necessary first to strengthen. In order to destroy, it is necessary first to promote. In order to take, it is necessary first to give.' This means: to shrink it, you must first expand it; to weaken it, you must first strengthen it; to abolish it, you must first exalt it; to take from it, you must first give to it."

Oliver remained silent, thinking that although this young lady loathed her father to the extreme, she was still greatly influenced by him in her words and actions.

"Isn't he planning to exhaust Rising Sun's capital reserves for a big business plan? I don't know the specifics, but it doesn't matter. In Atlanta, without sufficient background, no matter how much of a business genius you are, it's hard to guarantee profits in the end."

Jennifer mused: "So we need to help him, push him to make this plan as aggressive as possible. Only then, two months later, can we reap more."

"I roughly understand your meaning, Miss—"

As Oliver spoke, the phone in the living room rang. He immediately went over to pick up the receiver, then covered the mouthpiece with a grave expression.

"Miss, it's your uncle, General Christian. He says you need to take his call as soon as possible."

Jennifer frowned again, a trace of reluctance flashing in her eyes. But then she sighed and took the receiver from Oliver.

Then, when she spoke, her face was full of smiles: "Hi, Uncle Chris! Still awake so late? Yes, there have been some slip-ups with Andre, but I'll handle them. It is a bit troublesome, but isn't the talent Andre is showing now more in line with your expectations? I think Grandfather is also keeping an eye on him—"