In terms of intonation and tone, it was clear that his English had already taken on the distinct accent of a native American. "A true American!" one Chinese merchant exclaimed spontaneously. He was the only Chinese businessperson among the group, and he had actively greeted Gao Liang in fluent Mandarin. Gao Liang had discussed the matter with George for quite some time, during which George made firm assurances—vowing absolutely no falsification of the drugs. After all, under U.S. law, George would hardly be spared. Indeed, it took great courage just to have the nerve to speak up. Gao Liang found himself unsure which version to believe, as the Chinese merchant communicated directly in Chinese, revealing the truth. It turned out that this was a new drug launched by Bo Point Company to treat myocardial infarction—a revolutionary product entering the U.S. market. This innovative formulation significantly reduces mortality rates among patients suffering from heart disease. Initially launched in areas with high concentrations of Black residents, the drug received a positive response. As a result, numerous pharmaceutical companies began placing orders, expanding its sales reach to white-dominated communities. For the first few days and weeks, no adverse reactions were observed. However, after a month, many white patients started reporting noticeable side effects—primarily severe headaches and intense chest pain. Consequently, several drug distributors began resisting the new medication, claiming it was a fraud and demanding refunds, which has now led to the current situation. Highlight smiled, confirming that the drug was indeed effective, especially for Black patients. Yet, the same medication showed no benefit for white patients and instead caused strong side effects, clearly indicating that the drug needed improvement. Inspired by this insight, he interrupted his ongoing conversation with Daina and explained the situation in Mandarin. Daina's Mandarin had improved noticeably, and she fully understood his message. "Ring-ring!" A series of phone rings sounded. Gao Liang answered the call—it was Professor Owen. He asked Gao Liang to return to the university immediately, as he had an exam to attend. While still negotiating with the merchants who were still hesitant, Gao Liang spoke fluently in English: "This is simple! In three days, you come to collect the improved medicine. If you're not satisfied, we'll issue a full refund. How does that sound?" After his sincere explanation, people began to disperse. Many shook their heads, saying, "Three days? Hah! I'll see what new medicine you can come up with!" As the crowd started to leave, Gao Liang turned to the beautiful Daimona and said, "I'm assigning this task to you!" Daimona had assumed the matter had nothing to do with her, only to find herself unexpectedly entrusted with this challenging responsibility. She was furious, stomping her feet and saying, "Gao Liang, stand still! This isn't over!" Gao Liang left her, driving off in his Ferrari, and smiled back as he said, "Off to class I go!" Dai Mengna felt helpless—her husband had assigned her such a task, and it was hard to refuse. So she bravely took the medication and requested a set of materials, then began studying it at the pharmaceutical manufacturing site of Bo Di Company. At the Stanford Graduate School of Business classroom, a serious business exam commenced. As this was a high-level exam requiring genuine performance, the university placed strong emphasis on supervision. Not only were the desks of each student spaced apart, but students' seating arrangements were also changed—such as the exam seat previously close to Meiji now being separated by Tom, with a certain distance maintained between the three of them. This arrangement proved highly unfavorable to Gao Liang. Lao Zi has been swamped lately—just cracking Li Loong's Chinese martial arts has consumed a huge portion of his brain cells. Meanwhile, he's racing to save the situation at the Union Square in San Francisco, and even taken a beating from a big guy at the hands of Demona. Just this morning, he went to Bo Di Pharmaceutical to settle merchant complaints and unrest. Goodness, he still has to take an exam! He hasn't even managed to work through a single problem in days, let alone study consistently—plus, he's been on leave so frequently that he hasn't learned much at all. Full post-examination supervision ensures authentic results from every aspect, eliminating the possibility of cheating at the source. Man, old Li just handed in a blank answer sheet—why not? He’s simply going to leave it blank. He was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed Tom appearing to be adjusting something on the table. Given Tom’s confident expression, he instinctively sensed something was up. High-light wanted to verify this before handing in a blank sheet, since it was still early—there was no rush. So he observed Tom closely, and indeed, Tom seemed to be answering questions while simultaneously focusing on the object he was manipulating—clear evidence of copying. High-light uncovered the secret: the small device was actually a miniature camera, disguised as a rubber-like object. The rubber had two sides—one side was genuine rubber, the other a bright, reflective surface. Examining the angle at which it was positioned, heaven help him—perfectly aligned, directly focused on Mei Ji’s answer sheet in front of him. They're copying her! Where is Miki? Naturally, she's a diligent student, deeply focused on her assignments. As a beautiful woman, she occasionally pauses in thought, occasionally rests her chin in her hands, and at other times writes furiously. High-light furrowed his brows, then had an idea. He wrote something on a piece of paper, folded it into a neat ball, and, when the two exam monitors were momentarily relaxed, and while Tom was changing his pencil, he tossed the folded paper gently to Miki's desk. It was perfectly timed—right into her hand. The paper rolled several times on the desk. Miki bent down to pick up the pen that had fallen to the floor, turned sharply around, and saw High-light giving her a sly smile. She glared at him but said nothing. She continued working, only to notice a small, bulging object beneath her exam paper—paper, folded. Curious, she unfolded it, and there, clearly visible in Japanese, were these words: "A pleasant collaboration between China and Japan! Please provide all answers to the exam, then pass the paper over! I will surely reward you generously—High-light!" Highlighted sat at her seat, mentally rehearsing, "You don't love the old guy, do you? The way you tore the fan that day was so endearing—those fragments even asked, '02825 (Do you love me?)' The old guy was genuinely struggling to grasp the parameters of Chinese martial arts, so he couldn't reply back then. Now, he's determined not to leave the exam blank. So, as long as you provide him with all the answers, once he's successful, he'll personally say, '7374520 (I love you, from this life to the next)'—not just love, but he'll also... While mentally composing this, something flew over—paper folded into a tight ball. Highlighted was both startled and delighted. Oh, what good fortune the old guy has! That Japanese girl was so attentive, she managed to transmit all the answers so swiftly. With boundless excitement, she unfolded the paper—only to be stunned. For in her slanted, uneven Chinese characters, it read: 'Gao Liang, you won't get away with it!' Highlighted stared at her with a firm gaze, just as Misugi turned to meet her eyes—her look clearly said, "Copy? Never in a million years." She'd ignored the old guard's advice, and now she was paying the price. If Misugi didn't offer an answer, the old guard would surely find her own way. The time for submission was drawing near. Tom watched Highlight still struggling, deeply pondering, completely stuck. He then chuckled and said, "Highlight! How'd it go? Quite good, wasn't it?" "Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Really quite good! Tom! Look! Misugi's figure is absolutely perfect!" Highlight deliberately confused Tom. Tom's eyes crinkled with laughter, narrowing until they nearly became a single line. He watched Misugi now, who had finished all her questions, neatly gathering items from her desk and brushing her long, flowing black hair—so pure and graceful. Tom was completely stunned, gazing at her in silence. At that moment, Highlight made a swift, almost imperceptible move—something he had completely overlooked—quickly changing her exam paper. "I've thought about it, and I just feel that we aren't meant for each other—so I'm giving her to you!" High light added, speaking specifically into Tom's ear. Tom was overjoyed and exclaimed, "High light, you're truly a true friend!"