One day, a Mr. Fan, seeing that his wife couldn't secure a box seat, teamed up with fellow enthusiasts such as Roosevelt, Isaylan, Gret, Astor, and Mao Gen to raise nearly 80 million U.S. dollars, with the goal of building a better theater—thus giving birth to the Metropolitan Opera. Gao Liang became a security guard at the Metropolitan Opera in New York. Because he kept a long beard and wore large sunglasses that covered half his face, most people could not recognize him. One day, Gao Liang received a phone call from his security supervisor, David, who asked him to carry out a special assignment—travel to San Francisco. The specific details of the mission, however, were unclear. David only instructed him to go to a phone booth next to the San Francisco General Hospital upon arrival and meet someone there. Only then did Gao Liang realize that the security guards hired by the Metropolitan Opera in New York were not merely ordinary security personnel, but individuals capable of carrying out special missions. It seems my superior, Floret, is a mysterious figure—pretending to hire security staff, but in reality, he's hiring bodyguards. Indeed, having the seasoned elder serve as a bodyguard is sufficient; he can move freely. It's been a long time since I last visited San Francisco. My Dragon and Phoenix Real Estate Company, under my Desire-to-Be-Deity Group, is there, as is my Desire-to-Be-Deity Automobile Group. I wonder how Joe and Ye Qian are doing there. And how can my Desire-to-Be-Deity Group re-emerge and regain its strength? I've been thinking about this extensively, and with this trip to San Francisco, I've decided to take the time to attend to my own affairs. "Desire-to-Be-Deity! Unstoppable! Those who stand in my way shall fall!" Huangliang has now established clear objectives: to elevate the older generation of elites into divine status across all domains. China, as the world's largest developing nation, is akin to a rising Eastern dragon, steadily ascending. However, during its ascent, it inevitably faces pressure and constraints from developed nations. The global financial crisis, sweeping across the world, has also impacted China—once known for its stability and prosperity—significantly. If China can establish a fair and rational international financial system and gain full control over it, it will no longer be vulnerable to such economic crises threatening the entire world. A complete reorganization, the creation of new rules, the unification of global commerce, and the emergence of China as the world's preeminent commercial power—these are Huangliang's true ambitions. The flight departs from New York, USA, and reaches San Francisco, California, in the western United States, within just a few hours. As soon as he stepped off the plane, Gao Liang was immediately hit by a fresh, invigorating breeze. Seeing the familiar streets of San Francisco, the towering skyscrapers rising up around him, Gao Liang was filled with excitement. "I'm back! I'm determined to revive my Yucheng Shen Automotive Group! I'm determined to have Longfeng Tang Industrial Co. once again represent me in the U.S. stock market, becoming the strongest, most resilient stock—never to plunge again!" Enter the San Francisco General Hospital. Soon, they locate Ms. Dianema's mother's bed in Room 216, the special care unit. Gao Liang arrives in civilian clothes and immediately notices that Ms. Dianema's mother lies on the bed, clearly in pain—her condition is clearly serious. "Mom! This is the chicken soup I've just warmed for you—please drink it while it's hot!" A familiar voice comes through—Gao Liang recognizes it as Dianema's soft, clear tone. "Dianema! I'm not strong anymore. I just feel like I'm dragging you down!" Ms. Dianema's face is pale, her voice weak and frail. "Don't say that, Mom! I'll make sure you live!" Dianema's firm voice echoes. "There's something my mother hasn't told you yet—about your father..." Ms. Dianema's mother struggles to speak. "Mom! Didn't your father leave us when I was little, due to illness?" Dianema's eyes widen as she asks. "No, your father is doing very well!" "Mother said. "Mother! Who is Father? Where is he? Let's go find him right away!" Dai Mengna urged. Tears streamed down Mengna's mother's cheeks as she sobbed, saying, "You'll find out when the time comes!" Dai Mengna didn't press any further. She only murmured to herself, "I will surely find my father! If my father has a sense of conscience, he will step forward now to treat my mother!" Gao Liang wondered: who exactly was Dai Mengna's father? What was her true background? Her supervisor, Flock, had assigned her to protect Dai Mengna and her mother. Could Flock be her biological father? Yet Dai Mengna's appearance didn't resemble Flock at all—Gao Liang couldn't make sense of it. He decided not to dwell on it. After all, he would simply follow the line person's instructions—whatever they were told to do, that's what he would do. Besides the $80,000 he has earned, of which $20,000 is being donated to the poor, High Light still has $60,000, plus the additional $20,000 provided by his supervisor, Flock, through this special initiative—bringing his total to $80,000. This sum now allows High Light to be free from financial worries. He can certainly survive in the U.S., especially given the worsening economic crisis today. Yet currently, men's primary focus remains their careers. High Light intends to revive my ambition to become a god. First, he plans to visit my Ambition Automotive Group. Today, while purchasing a copy of the *San Francisco Chronicle*, he noticed a striking headline: "My Ambition Automotive Group is Re-Embracing the Path of Light!" Upon seeing the accompanying photos—showcasing various small-scale auto exhibitions—High Light became immediately enthusiastic. Indeed, among all my companies, only the Ambition Automotive Group has remained resilient. That’s excellent. He will now visit it secretly. At this moment, as dusk was approaching, the main entrance of Yu Cheng Shen Automotive Group headquarters had begun to dim, and many employees were leaving for home in small groups. The light in Room 808 on the 8th floor remained on—Zhang Yuping was busy handling several matters in her office. Today had been tiring; after persistent efforts, she finally secured three dealership purchase contracts, a significant achievement over the past week. To ensure the continued strong growth of Yu Cheng Shen Automotive, Zhang had personally stepped in, demonstrating her driving skills in a stunning performance behind the wheel of the new luxury model A886. Her appeal to both merchants and customers was truly compelling. In addition, she launched a free "experience test drive" program, offering gifts to all participants regardless of whether they made a purchase.