Zhang Yuping felt a strong pleasure surge through her body; her form grew weak and began to sway, eventually collapsing onto her husband’s broad, strong, and warm chest. Gao Liang tightly embraced her, and Zhang Yuping gently held onto his head. The two kissed again and again. "I love you! From head to toe! I will love you until the ends of the earth!" Gao Liang whispered into Zhang Yuping’s ear. Zhang Yuping felt like the happiest woman in the world. They continued to entwine and linger, losing track of day and night, until early morning at 11 o’clock, when bright sunlight streamed into the room and fell upon their bed. Gently rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes, Zhang Yuping checked her watch—wow! Oh no, she was late for work! She remembered that today she had an important appointment—a major client who had signed a contract intent—to meet in Redwood City, California. "Husband! I have something to attend to—I must go!" Zhang Yuping quickly dressed and rushed out. Gao Liang gently held her hand, bringing his lips close to Zhang Yuping’s ear and said, “Honey! I’m coming with you. How about that?” “I’m not going to the office! I’m heading straight to Hongmu City! I have a client who needs to meet with me!” Zhang Yuping spoke directly, always open and honest with her husband—trust was mutual between them. “Alright! Then go ahead! Take care!” After saying this, Gao Liang waved at Zhang Yuping. Zhang Yuping gently kissed him on the lips, saying, “Thank you!” Watching his wife rush off in a taxi, heading toward Hongmu City, Gao Liang thought to himself, “Honey! You’re busy now—so am I! Starting today, I’m going to see my dream of becoming a god come true!” At his room in Victoria Hotel, Gao Liang performed 20,000 push-ups with remarkable ease—clearly, after a full night of intimacy with his wife, not only was he physically refreshed, but he felt even more energetic and vibrant. My Wishing to Become a God Group—how should we rise? Gao Liang believes that starting with our My Wishing to Become a God Automotive Group is the key breakthrough. If we can fully distinguish this automotive group, capture the market, and establish its global presence, then we will be able to drive the development of the broader industrial ecosystem under the My Wishing to Become a God Group, and together with our main wife, propel the automotive group to even greater growth and expansion. Back at Wuyu Chengshen Automotive Group, I directly issued instructions to Lin Yaomin: "Production should be driven by sales." During this period, the key focus should be on acquiring customers and securing orders. Lin Yaomin graduated from Kyoto University, where he studied both business management and marketing, and he also has strong English skills. He is a diligent and hardworking person. As soon as Gao Liang gave his directive, he immediately became busy, leading the newly hired staff—many of whom are actually graduates from Kyoto University. Like Lin Yaomin, they have received scholarships from Wuyu Chengshen. They are proactive, reliable, and practical talents. At the same time, Gao Liang took a bold initiative: even under extremely tight financial conditions, he maintained high salaries for these employees, which deepened their loyalty to the company. "The business world is like a battlefield—sometimes even more brutal than a battlefield! The test has begun! From today on, you must walk and work alongside Wuyu Chengshen! Seize every moment, and together, let us restore Wuyu Chengshen to its former glory!" Let Chinese enterprises go global! Let our products reach every corner of the world! Standing on the stage as a business advisor, Gao Liang delivered passionate words that stirred the audience's enthusiasm. "Clap! Clap! Clap!" The crowd erupted in thunderous applause. Lin Yaomin was shrewd and decisive, always following Gao Liang's guidance, hitting the targets he set. Gao Liang personally reviewed the sales contracts signed recently between Zhang Yuping and several customers. As he glanced at one of them, a clear line of text caught his eye: "Hongmu City, Yundai Automobile Industry Sales Co., Ltd." Gao Liang pulled out his super portable computer, casually typed those words—English—quickly, and the company's profile appeared on screen. Indeed, search engines proved effective—they provided some background on this company. From the profile, it appears the company is large-scale, financially strong, and well-qualified. Yet, Gao Liang still feels an uneasy intuition. After all, he once worked as a contracted professional player at Electronic Arts in Redwood City, California, for a period of time, making him quite familiar with the city and its enterprises. At Electronic Arts, there was a detailed directory of California-based companies, each with specific annotations and descriptions. Gao Liang has an electronic version of this directory stored on his high-end handheld device. He quickly revisited it and discovered that there was no entry for this company in the directory. That’s unusual. If a company is found only through U.S. search engines but is absent from this highly authoritative directory, it suggests the company may be a shell entity—or a "package-holding" company. No way. If my guess is correct, Zhang Yuping must have gone to that company. I have to head over there right away. Checking the time, it's already evening. Based on the usual schedule, she should have returned by now, yet her phone is off. From San Francisco to Redwood City, whether by taxi or by car, it would take over two hours—time is no longer to be wasted. Hua Guang must now summon his full abilities. Air travel, teleportation—these classic moves haven't been used in a long time. This time, he has to truly shine. Hua Guang activated the energy throughout his body, and soon his form became light and floating. "Hua Guang's Magic Box!" He shouted, and instantly, a golden square box appeared in the air. The box's door opened, and Hua Guang stepped inside. "Go!" He commanded. Immediately, the door closed automatically, and Hua Guang's Magic Box began to move, flying toward Redwood City. The scene shifts to Redwood City, California. Inside a deserted factory, a beautiful woman is tied to a chair, while an American man stands before her, his face contorted in fury, shouting, "You're Huang Liang's wife, aren't you?" Zhang Yeping recognizes him as Peter and immediately replies, "Peter, you're truly despicable! You've been impersonating a client to bring me here!" "Hah! Hah! This is all your fault—you didn't think clearly. You threw out such a simple bait, and here you are, easily caught!" Peter smiles with cold, calculating grace.