"Outstanding! We're proud of you! We're truly proud of you!" "Chinese people—what an achievement! Outstanding! Another Li Lianjie has arrived!" ... Outdoor reporters conducted extensive interviews, with particularly enthusiastic responses from American college girls, who, without realizing it, had made Gao Liang their personal idol. In a country known for its free speech, these girls openly declared to the reporters, "If I were looking for a boyfriend, I would definitely choose a man as outstanding as Gao Liang!" On-site reporters analyzed the data: while viewership initially rose due to Daina's strong performance, the peak surge occurred during the actual match—jumping by 50%. Throughout the game, the audience had been overwhelmingly focused on Mike, but in the final three seconds, their attention shifted completely to Gao Liang. This swift and dramatic shift had never been observed in any sporting event before. This is absolutely a miracle, and the man who created it is this Chinese man with yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes—Gao Liang. "Gao Liang is a god! Not just a human!" a reporter exclaimed—something that is no exaggeration, but rather something verified by both the reporter and the live audience. Thus, in the final three seconds, Gao Liang made himself unforgettable to the entire American public, quickly rising to fame. With the United States' highly developed media landscape, newspapers, television, radio, online portals, books, and magazines all provided comprehensive coverage of this remarkable event on that very day. This seemingly ordinary match propelled Gao Liang to widespread recognition across America—something he never anticipated. Even more surprising developments were unfolding… Smile! Let's dive into the story—everything will become clear as you read on. The scene shifts to the Fenglong Auto Company in San Francisco. Just as the beautiful CEO, Zhang Yuping, arrives at the office in the morning, she finds numerous distributors gathered from all over the region. Yang Chao, the sales director, has a swollen face, and the majestic stone lions flanking the building have been knocked to pieces by distributors who hired people to smash them. The distributors are shouting, "Return our down payments! Pay us back!" It's astonishing—just one week later, Zhang Yuping is completely stunned. A staff member signals to her to hurry, but she still arrives a little late and is spotted by a leading distributor. Immediately, the distributor shouts, "Ms. Zhang! Today is the deadline for your refund. What will you do?" The crowd joins in, vocally demanding, "If you don't pay, we'll storm in and start smashing everything!" Zhang Yuping is utterly surprised by how dire the company's operational situation has become. The Fenglong Company is truly the life's work of her parents! Their parents love them deeply. Though they were forced to leave their homeland at birth and settle in the U.S. for development, once they achieved professional success, they fully entrusted the management of their companies to their children and had promised, "All the assets shall be inherited by my daughter!" Now, the company is on the brink of bankruptcy, and Zhang Yuping knows that if all the funds are truly refunded, the company will completely collapse. After all, a significant portion of the collected receivables has been allocated to research and development, production, and the purchase of equipment for manufacturing vehicles. "Please just give us one more week of grace!" Zhang Yuping is utterly helpless. Sales manager Yang Chao, his face bruised and pale, looks sorrowful and pleads, "Our appeals are in vain. Right now, only money can solve the problem!" Indeed, the crowd becomes increasingly angry, fully turning their focus onto Zhang Yuping—after all, she is the company's primary leader. Her personal safety has now become a serious concern. Because Zhang Yuping had no bodyguards, most of her company staff had already fled, and now only Yang Chao, the sales manager who had been taken in by her parents and was working tirelessly for the company, remained—someone deeply appreciated by Zhang Yuping’s parents. One distributor was nearly frantic, shouting, "If you don’t refund us our money, I’ll have you right here!" And then, like a wild beast, he charged straight at Zhang Yuping. Zhang Yuping was deeply startled. A sharp blow landed on someone’s head—on Yang Chao, who had stepped forward to shield her. Zhang Yuping was unharmed and looked at Yang Chao with deep gratitude, while Yang Chao smiled warmly, a steady stream of blood still flowing from his mouth. The distributor didn’t stop there. He roared, "If you don’t pay us back today, we’ll tear this place to pieces!" At this moment, the crowd lost its reason, and someone else shouted, "Even if someone gets hurt, it's all right! I'll take the blame for you all! I've always had a grudge against Shendragon Company! They've come here to snatch our jobs! Send them back to China!" Then, several large, strong Black men, hired by others, with broad shoulders and sturdy frames and a stern expression, moved in to surround Yang Chao and Zhang Yuping. Yang Chao was quickly knocked to the ground, his body repeatedly kicked by the Black men. He held his head with his hands, yet the more he did so, the harder and more forceful the Black men kicked him, causing blood to stream down his entire body. "Yang Chao! Yang Chao!" Zhang Yuping was deeply distressed—she never imagined that Yang Chao, who had chosen to stay for the sake of the company's interests, would face such danger. Under the instigation of a particularly well-meaning distributor, the several Black men, now displaying a lewd demeanor, rushed toward Zhang Yuping. Zhang Yuping felt utterly hopeless. Xiu Mu wiped away tears, pouring two clear streams of sorrow onto the heavens, silently thinking, "Husband! I can't walk this journey of life with you!" As she spoke, she reached for her throat to take her own life. At that moment, one of the distributors suddenly stopped the group of black customers, leaving everyone startled. Why? Because this distributor had just received a call from a customer who immediately requested 100 Shendong Wanger sedans—on the spot, promising to pay immediately if stock was available. Unprecedented! The business was thriving so remarkably! Success! If each vehicle brought a profit of $30,000, then 100 vehicles would yield $3 million—this was a hands-off deal, one that anyone would eagerly seize. Thus, this distributor would not allow Zhang Yuping to leave without a trace. Even more interestingly, among the 80 major distributors present, every single one had received a direct order call from their own customers, all busy and delighted, each enjoying the profitable business. Immediately turned cold toward Zhang YuPing, showing utmost respect, and instead of accompanying her, she even scolded the several Black men just now. The Black men, who had not received any favor, hurried away in a state of panic. At that moment, Yang Chao picked up the fragments of the shattered stone lion—made of hard marble—and threw them at the men with force. "Crash! Crash! Crash!" The men's heads immediately bled profusely. Yet, they could only bear it in silence. "Get out!" one distributor roared, and the Black men fled, rolling and crawling. More interestingly, the distributor who had originally provoked the Black men, after receiving a huge order from a major client, suddenly collapsed to his knees, face flushed with embarrassment, pressing his hands against his face and saying, "Miss Zhang! It's all my fault—I didn't recognize the importance of this great person and have offended the god of wealth. Please forgive me!" Zhang YuPing was deeply surprised—why had these distributors changed so quickly? Didn't they say the Shendragon car had problems? At that moment, one distributor tore up a negative report from the San Francisco Chronicle about Shunlong vehicles that had been published a week earlier, right in front of Zhang Yuping, and shouted, "Shunlong King! That's truly a premium luxury vehicle!" "Yes! The Shunlong King is far superior to Ford vehicles! Truly impressive!" Another distributor said with a cheerful smile. Zhang Yuping found this quite puzzling. "Huh! That's strange! It's obvious that Ford, in terms of brand and scale, far surpasses our Shunlong King. Why is the narrative now being reversed? What's the reason? Why has this shift happened so quickly?" Zhang Yuping was deeply thinking about it when suddenly, the 80 distributors grew anxious—believing that Zhang Yuping wouldn't agree to deliver the vehicles—so they immediately rushed to her and said, "Ms. Zhang! We don't need to return the previous vehicle orders. Moreover, we have financial staff on site who will immediately send the full payment without any discrepancies—right now!" Zhang Yuping felt delighted and nodded gracefully, saying, "Excellent!" But! I’m a bit short on staff here—let’s wait for half an hour and handle the transaction procedures at the company lobby!” To the 80 distributors, Zhang Yупing was nothing short of a god of fortune. They happily nodded, saying, “Great! Great! Half an hour is perfect! We’ll all be ready to finalize our transactions!”