This is spoken in fluent, native American English, with a pleasant, engaging voice. The American woman has soft, flowing golden hair, luminous sapphire eyes that sparkle, a delicate, oval face, and skin as bright and smooth as snow. Her two large white rabbits on her chest sway gently back and forth as she waves her flag. She has a slim figure, with a perfectly balanced figure and a well-defined, pointed rear. A truly stunning American girl. The brightness immediately revitalized her spirit, banishing the earlier fatigue. Since she had committed to the event, she would win. "I wish to become a god!" she roared within herself. Though she did not yet activate her special ability, she had activated every cell in her body, each one engaged in intense, high-level movement. She surged forward, channeling all her energy—strictly concentrated in her legs. "Ah!" she shouted, her voice shaking the very heavens. Like an arrow launched from a bow, she shot forward. To the astonishment of the crowd, Gao Liang and the African player Drogba crossed the finish line almost simultaneously. "Ha! I've won!" Drogba thought he had won, thrilled beyond words. However, the referee, using a slow-motion replay, discovered that Gao Liang's foot crossed the line 0.01 seconds before Drogba's—shocking Drogba, who had long been the champion of the San Francisco Marathon. Never before had he lost, and now, he was defeated by a relatively unknown Chinese runner. Gao Liang narrowly triumphed, immediately receiving flowers and applause. When he climbed the podium, he was unexpectedly awarded a prize of $100,000. Holding the ten thousand dollars in his hands, Gao Liang was overjoyed—this was his first real fortune earned in the United States! "Congratulations, Mr. Gao Liang!" I have an invitation—I don’t know if Mr. Gao Liang would be willing to give me the honor!? (Congratulations, Mr. Gao Liang! I have an invitation—I wonder if Mr. Gao Liang would be so kind as to join me?) Just then, the American woman who had been cheering for Gao Liang beamed brightly and said so. Gao Liang, now noticing this American woman who had been cheering for him, realized with astonishment that it was the same American woman he had met by chance on the plane—Dai Mengna. Immediately, he said, "Miss Dai Mengna! What invitation?" Gao Liang spoke in Mandarin. Dai Mengna also switched to Mandarin, though her pronunciation was somewhat stiff and awkward—clearly not as fluent as Gao Liang’s American English. "Mr. Gao Liang! I have some wonderful news!" Dai Mengna pulled out a gold-embossed certificate and handed it to Gao Liang. Gao Liang looked at it in disbelief—how could this be true? It was indeed an official invitation letter from Electronic Arts of the United States. Invite Gao Huang as a signed professional player. Gao Huang was quite surprised—after all, the game developed by Electronic Arts of the United States is *Need for Speed*, a game he had never played before. Why would they want to hire him? Miss Daimeng immediately sensed Gao Huang's thoughts and explained: "Mr. Gao, haven't you been playing *The Legend of the Condor Heroes Online II: The Moonlight Lotus Box* game continuously? According to our recruitment firm, you've been playing this game since high school, progressing through levels, advancing through challenges, and even receiving an official invitation from the game company to join as a professional player—yet you declined the offer for a domestic professional player position. We are currently seeking players of your caliber to join us. As Electronic Arts is actively expanding its game business in China and aiming to develop a new *Need for Speed* game tailored specifically for Chinese players, we believe close user engagement requires the active participation of top-tier, experienced players like you." So, after verifying through our headhunting firm, we've concluded that you are absolutely the perfect candidate for this role!" "NO! NO! NO!" Though Daimengna sincerely expressed her intentions, Gao Liang firmly declined. For Gao Liang's visit to the United States wasn't to take up a position at a specific company—he simply wanted to find Zhang Yuping. Although he aspired to establish himself in the U.S., his current concerns were far from a job offer. Gao Liang's refusal made Daimengna somewhat disappointed. As she walked away, she said to him, "Think about it! If you decide, please get in touch with me!" Then she left with a business card. Gao Liang glanced at it neither, simply tucked it into his coat pocket. At that moment, the crowd began to murmur. "Hmph! That Chinese young man is simply ungrateful! He doesn't even deign to accept the invitation from our very own Daimengna!" "This was still mild. A well-dressed American man with a high nose bridge and blue eyes looked down his nose at Gao Liang with disdain and mocked, 'A yellow-skinned pig! Go back to China!' For the first time, Gao Liang felt humiliated. With his fists clenched tightly, he turned to the American and shouted, 'Say that again! Or I'll smash your head!' The American snorted, then gave a glance to two large, imposing men standing nearby. Instantly, the two bodyguards stepped forward, forming a solid wall that enclosed Gao Liang completely, yet he remained unfazed. At that moment, Daina, who had just walked a few steps away, turned back and saw the scene unfold. She immediately commanded the American, 'Peter! Stop!' Peter replied to Daina, 'Daina, this Chinese man is rude—he completely ignores our EA company. After all, we have a vast pool of talent. People like him, who lack basic courtesy, won't bring much value even if we officially hire them.' "Stop! Did you not know this was a personal offer from Chairman Kenneth himself? As a game designer, you have no right to interfere in talent hiring!" Peter was furious and immediately pointed at Daina, shouting, "Daina, after all, I'm your boyfriend! How can you speak to me like this? Are you even developing feelings for that yellow pig there?" "Don't belittle him!" Daina commanded, halting her powerful, lake-like gaze just inches from Peter's head—her clear eyes, not the two bodyguards, had brought him to a standstill. Seeing that the confrontation was yielding no advantage, Peter quickly straightened his collar and tossed a final remark at Gao Liang: "Young Chinese man, you've had good luck this time. But next time we meet, you'll find yourself less fortunate!" Gao Liang remained unconcerned, responding calmly, "Is that so? Then let's see who's afraid of whom." "Enough! Stop arguing! I'm leaving!" Dai Mengna said nothing more and simply got into a luxurious Ferrari, heading directly toward the Union Square in San Francisco.