African Americans are naturally built for long-distance running. Whites, being tall and long-legged, also hold an insurmountable advantage in this event. Although Gao Liang underwent specialized physical training, underwent significant physical transformation, and grew from his original 1.70 meters to the standard 1.80 meters, he still fell short when compared to the white runner who stood at 2.20 meters. That white runner, with his exceptionally long legs, would often send Gao Liang flying backward with a single powerful stride. Meanwhile, the black runner who came in first demonstrated exceptional endurance. Even though the white runner briefly overtook him, the black runner remained calm and composed—marathon racing isn't about explosive power but about stamina. The race was far from over; why rush? Gao Liang finished in third place. At this point, the crowd began to discuss and speculate. Everyone was placing bets, eager to see who would emerge as the champion of this marathon. Huang was running his first marathon. Though not overly fatigued, he still felt a bit weak. Man, he hadn't eaten on the plane today because he'd been rushing—now his stomach was empty, making constant gurgling sounds. The bright sunlight in San Francisco was causing Huang to feel dizzy. He was now both tired and thirsty. Looking around, he realized he had far surpassed the fourth-place runner behind him, while the first and second-place runners had pulled away, leaving him far behind. Positioned right in the middle, he felt completely stuck—trapped. At that moment, Huang didn't know that a luxurious sedan had passed him from behind, driven by a beautiful young woman who, by chance, noticed Huang's somewhat weary figure. Recognizing that he was both tired and thirsty, she immediately handed a hamburger and a bottle of cola to a passerby, also giving the passerby some cash. The passerby, naturally delighted, hurried over to deliver the meal to Huang. Hao Liang took it, deeply grateful, yet the American young man kept saying, "NO! NO!" and pointed toward the direction where the private car had driven off. Hao Liang immediately looked that way, but by then, the car was already quite far away. Because of sweat blurring his vision and having turned off his ability, Hao Liang naturally hadn't activated his spiritual sight, so he couldn't see clearly who was inside the car. Inside the luxurious vehicle, a Chinese-American woman was wiping tears from her eyes—truly unexpected, he had come! It was obvious: Zhang Yeping! Zhang Yeping's car pulled into the first street running east to west in the eastern part of San Jose, stopping at No. 68, the entrance of China Dragon Automotive Co., Ltd., American Branch. She stepped out, and the gatekeepers at the entrance bowed and nodded respectfully, "Miss Zhang! You're back! Miss Zhang! Wonderful!" Zhang Yeping merely gave a slight nod. Zhang Yuping entered the company hall, and everyone immediately put down their current tasks, nodding respectfully to her: "Ms. Zhang! Great!" "Go ahead and get busy!" As soon as Zhang Yuping spoke, all the company staff began to move and get back to work. At that moment, Sales Manager Yang Chao approached, handed her a list, and presented it with great courtesy: "Ms. Zhang, please take a look! This is last month's automotive sales performance report. Would you kindly review it?" Zhang Yuping flipped through it, shook her head, and said: "Not good enough! We still have one month left. If we continue with these sales figures, we'll struggle to establish a foothold in the U.S. market—our Shunlong automobiles will be completely lost!" "But, Ms. Zhang, we're facing strong resistance from two sides: Ford Automobile from the U.S. and Mitsubishi Automobile from Japan. These two international automotive giants hold significant influence globally!" We are far behind them in both funding and R&D and sales, so... Sales Director Yang pressed his eyes with a weary expression as he reported to Zhang Yurong. Zhang Yurong listened intently, deeply reflecting. Indeed! This time, she had been called back to the United States to join her parents in San Francisco, where they had built their family business—China Shenlong Automotive Co., Ltd.—over decades. Having studied foreign languages at Kyoto University, the top university in China, she had quickly adapted to life in the U.S., mastering American English with ease within just six months, enabling her to communicate fluently and naturally with local Americans. She began studying business management and attended evening classes at the University of San Francisco. Thanks to her natural intelligence, diligence, and decisive leadership, she had already become proficient in handling both daily and major company affairs after just six months of practical experience. This also gives her parents peace of mind. With their ages and health conditions, they've already gone on a vacation to Hawaii together. Now, all management and operational responsibilities of the company have fallen squarely on Zhang Yurong's shoulders. Recently, she's been busy visiting clients to present new automotive investment plans. Today, after returning from a client meeting in Los Angeles to San Francisco, she happened to spot Huang Liang along the way. Yet Zhang Yurong feels complex—right now, the company is at its most critical juncture, and there's simply no time or energy to catch up with Huang Liang. She has to quietly hold onto her feelings for him. Finally, with a sense of weariness, she waves her hand, and Sales Manager Yang gracefully steps away. Inside, Zhang Yurong feels deeply unsettled—should the post-sales business of China-Saic Automotive fail to make significant progress, the company will face imminent collapse. She's completely overwhelmed—just so frustrated. Zhang Yупing entered the company's lounge and happened to notice a large LCD television displaying a sports news broadcast from KTV San Francisco: "Ladies and gentlemen, viewers! Good afternoon! The marathon is now at its most critical moment—everyone is preparing for the final kilometer sprint! Look! First-place runner, the Black athlete Drogba, demonstrates his endurance and makes a decisive final push, overtaking the White athlete Jack Will. The champion is about to emerge!" As the female announcer finished speaking, the audience erupted into loud cheers and exclamations: "Li Xiang! The second Li Xiang from China has arrived! Wow! Wow! He's Chinese! Chinese! Truly remarkable!" Zhang Yупing immediately became energized. She looked closely—wow! It was him! Outstanding! He made a magnificent final surge. Running like the wind, he surged ahead and soon passed white runner Jack Wilk, but Black athlete Drogba was still 30 meters from the finish line. At that moment, Huang Light was still 100 meters away from the finish. The crowd erupted with excitement and murmurs. "Drogba! Champion! Champion!" The crowd overwhelmingly favored the Black athlete, while no one cheered for Huang Light. However, soon a beautiful American woman stepped forward, took a flag of the Five-Star Red Flag from behind, stood on a podium, and shouted directly to Huang Light: "Come on! Come on! I think you!"