Dai Mengna remained silent. At that moment, her phone rang. She picked it up and immediately said, "I'm coming right now!" Then she simply waved goodbye to Peter, hurried off. Watching Dai Mengna rush off in such a hurried manner, Peter felt a great sense of relief. He stayed at his computer, scrolling through the news. On the screen, a striking headline stood out: "Due to the chairman's prolonged absence, investors have been withdrawing their capital, leading to the de facto bankruptcy of Yi Wu Cheng Shen Group!" "Haha!" Peter felt thrilled upon seeing this news. He angrily drew a large 'X' in red pen on a portrait, shouting, "Gao Liang! You're done! You, the hands-off chairman, will surely fall! It's all your fault! Only when you're completely ruined will Dai Mengna finally fall in love with me! Haha!" What was Gao Liang doing at this very moment? In their idyllic retreat in outer space, Gao Liang was flanked by Chen Yuting on his left and Dong Jiao on his right, with the two junior consorts comfortably nestled in his embrace—making Gao Liang feel exceptionally satisfied. At that moment, they were enjoying a game of eating grapes. Chen Yuting held a grape in her mouth and gently fed it to Gao Liang. As Gao Liang bit into the grape, he gave Chen Yuting a passionate kiss on the lips, which made her exclaim, "Husband! You're so bad!" As for Dong Jiao? She was not only ten times more beautiful than Wang Yidi but also recently received special attention from her husband, her cheeks flushed with rosy glow, radiating even greater charm. At this moment, Gao Liang presented her with a large banana. The beauty skillfully peeled it, her graceful movements utterly captivating. With her elegant technique, she peeled the banana layer by layer, like peeling a bamboo shoot, until the final skin was removed. After peeling, she first gently licked the top of the banana with her tongue, then held it in her mouth. Gao Liang found himself gradually becoming aroused, simply watching her Man, it finally makes sense why she's always making me so comfortable every night—just with her graceful, banana-enthralling movements, she's got me absolutely thrilled. Gao Liang pulled Dong Jiao right into his arms and said to her, "Don't tease me! I'm so easily overwhelmed!" Dong Jiao chuckled, gave Gao Liang a light pink punch, and murmured, "Husband! You're so passionate! I was always meant to eat bananas this way! You're just making it up! Hmph! From now on, I'm not speaking to you!" With that, she deliberately adopted a pouty expression, her lips curled up so high it could almost hold a bottle of wine. Honestly, her little scolding look is absolutely charming. Gao Liang feels truly blessed. Dong Jiao—this star wife who's even more stunning than Yang Ming—has become increasingly delightful lately. She's not just visually pleasing; she's also nourishing for the body and the soul. Haha! To have such a beautiful woman serving me every day, right beside me—what a joy! This is truly a wonderful time in my life. At this moment, everything related to wealth, status, and career seems to me like dust—something utterly unimportant. What truly matters is sharing simple, intimate moments with my beloved wives, enjoying the warmth and closeness of a loving partnership. These are things money simply cannot buy. Thus, during these days, Guo Liang has completely forgotten about the "Wish to Become a God" group. To him, there are only five wives: Ying'er, Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, Chen Yuting, and Yu Di. Guo Liang is unaware that a crisis has already emerged within his own household. Due to the severe blow the "Wish to Become a God" group has suffered during this financial crisis, it has effectively gone bankrupt. Moreover, because Guo Liang and his wives have repeatedly failed to appear when they were most needed, the solid foundation of the group's business empire has begun to crumble—only a single gust of wind now stands between it and total collapse. All the debt reports are overwhelming. Unanticipatedly, our group, Yi Wu Cheng Shen, has now become the company with the highest debt burden in Huaxia. Even Gao Liang, who had been living in a tranquil, idyllic life in the outer sky, enjoying a devoted and passionate life with five beautiful wives, could never have imagined this. Gao Zhongming and Shen Hanfu, his parents, simply cannot stay in Hanhai City anymore. Investors are now approaching them, demanding repayment of the shares they had previously promised. Gao Liang’s parents were once laid-off workers, and even as Yi Wu Cheng Shen flourished, they maintained a modest lifestyle. Now, with the company facing collapse and storms gathering, the pressure mounting—especially with their son no longer there—their family is struggling to cope. Unable to face the situation, they have quietly moved out of Hanhai City and settled in the countryside to escape. Fanta, this beautiful manager, couldn't withstand the massive financial crisis either. She issued orders to halt production, laid off workers, paid out salaries just in time—only to find that her own salary couldn't be issued. Her father came, overwhelmed with tears, saying, "Go home. I've completely lost my chance to become a god!" Fanta cried, watching her once-dominant "I Want to Become a God" group collapse under this financial storm. As soon as she returned home, she fell ill. High Light! Where are you? Why didn't you appear when the group was at its most desperate? Perhaps the "I Want to Become a God" group has already become a thing of the past. All its former glories now reside only in memory. Today, business competition is fierce, and international finance is turbulent. If you cannot establish your own robust financial system and gain control over global finance, then even if your corporate group grows immensely strong, a 10-minute collapse of the U.S. Wall Street stock market could instantly erase your once-thriving enterprise—this is no exaggeration; such events have already unfolded before our very eyes! Liang had already forgotten that he was a divine king of the cosmos, the God of Light. Now, he needed to live a simple, ordinary life, sharing it with his several wives in this "paradise on earth"—"You till the fields, I weave cloth; you water the soil, I plant flowers!"—a life that brought them deep contentment. At the San Francisco General Hospital in California, the blonde, blue-eyed woman Daimona took excellent care of her mother, Kelly. After diligently managing the medical bills using the $500,000 loaned from Peter, she quickly prepared a pot of chicken soup and served it to her mother, deeply moved to tears. At that moment, a physician approached her and said, "Could you come here for a moment?" Daimona stepped out and, in a quiet corner, asked the physician her question.