Matsubara Shigeru kept shaking his head after listening to Peter's lengthy explanation, stating that cooperation was now out of the question. Peter was stunned, insisting that this visit had been made with the utmost sincerity. However, Matsubara emphasized that the reason *Gran Turismo* had not been well received in Japan lay primarily in the significant cultural differences between the U.S. and Japan. This remark left Peter speechless. At that moment, Denise stepped in and suggested that, if possible, the game could be adapted and improved. This new proposal caused Matsubara to widen his eyes. After consulting his colleagues, he shook his head again, saying, "Impossible, impossible—unless we start from scratch!" "Start from scratch?" Pit was taken aback. He glanced at the twelve experts sitting beside him, all of whom shook their heads in unison like metronomes. Pit then stood up and addressed Matsunaga: "As far as I know, the cost of tearing down and rebuilding is enormous—it means completely abandoning the current project and starting over from scratch. All previous efforts would then be wasted. In terms of both human resources and financial outlay, this far exceeds our budget." "Then, quite simply, we have nothing more to discuss!" Matsunaga replied coldly. "The meeting is adjourned!" Both parties quickly departed. The Japanese representatives remained unconcerned—after all, Nintendo had long established itself as a dominant force in both Japan and the Western markets, with substantial financial strength and a vast customer base. In contrast, while Electronic Arts was a globally recognized gaming company, it held little market presence in Japan. Now, they were essentially seeking support from the Japanese side, whose own games were not gaining much traction. Damn it! All the hard work these days had been for nothing. Pit looked deeply discouraged. At the dining room, Peter, Daina, and twelve expert team members gathered for dinner, all deeply disheartened. After all, by 8 a.m. the following day, the Japanese representatives would leave the Tokyo Ginza in San Francisco—once they departed, all their months of meticulous preparations would come to nothing. What a waste of effort! Peter looked utterly crestfallen, drinking copious amounts of red wine. Daina didn’t drink much, but Peter signaled to the female server beside him to bring her a glass of Bordeaux. The wine exuded a delicate fragrance, and the server enthusiastically promoted it, urging Daina to take a sip. The other expert team members also encouraged her. So, Daina took a small sip, and Peter, now slightly tipsy, smiled at her with a sultry expression. Dai Mengna was dazed and couldn't quite make out who was speaking. "I'm so happy today," she said, "I've been drinking the wine that Peter brought me. Now I feel so... so..." With a soft snap, Dana's blouse was torn away, revealing her pearl-colored underdress. Before Peter's eyes, the perfect human chest emerged, and his eyes narrowed to a thin slit. Today, he was determined to fully release himself—let Dana become his woman. High-light, ha! This time, he'd leave you battered, your woman now fully under his command. Unexpectedly, Dana's gaze grew dreamy as she lay like a goddess on the wide, soft bed, her hands gently pulling at her clothes, murmuring, "So hot! So hot! I want it! I want it so much!" Peter charged toward Dana like a bull in heat. To his surprise, Dana's eyes were filled with eager anticipation, fully expecting Peter's storm of passion. Dana's garments were now reduced to just her final triangular underpants. Like High-light, Peter also bled from his nose, his movements fierce and determined—like a starving wolf tearing at Dana's last defense, striving to break through. Just at this crucial moment, the door of the room was slammed open with a loud crash, and a handsome young man appeared. He stared at Peter with eyes that seemed to be blazing, pulled his trousers belt in his left hand, and gently but firmly pulled him away from beside Demetra, then delivered a solid punch to Peter's broad belly with his right hand. "Ow!" Peter cried out, clutching his abdomen with both hands. As he looked up, he saw Gao Guang. In sheer shock, he didn't even register the pain and rushed out of the room, leaving behind only one phrase: "We're not done yet!" Gao Guang now saw Demetra's eyes sparkling with allure, sighed, and intended to walk away. But Demetra suddenly reached out and caught him, initiating a passionate kiss. Gao Guang watched her, now behaving like a woman in full bloom, eagerly kissing his solid flesh. How could this be the demure, pure Demetra from before? He pushed her away, but surprisingly, Demetra didn't know how to be modest and immediately surged back toward him. Gao Guang was furious—what was happening to his wife? How could she be so ungracious! Fortunately, I arrived just in time. Seeing her expression, even a man like Peter would have wanted her, so he reached out and gave her a sharp slap. But instead of waking her up, the slap only made戴梦娜 cling to him tightly, pleading, "I'm so hot, so eager—I need you now!" At that moment, Gao Liang had no intention of staying with her, as someone else was waiting for him back. He simply said to her, "I'm leaving. Take care!" And then he turned and walked away without looking back. Left behind, Daimeng bit her lips, wept quietly, and murmured to herself, "Gao Liang, if you truly are my good husband, then you should stay. You've truly let me down!" In fact, when Daimeng had first asked for Gao Liang, the spring tonic in her wine had already dissolved, and she had already awakened. The next morning, as Matsunaga Matsunobu and his party were about to leave the Tokyo Ginza section of Nippon City, a beautiful Japanese girl in a stylish school uniform spoke fluently in Japanese, which initially made Matsunaga unconcerned. Beside her, a handsome Chinese young man spoke in English, but Matsunaga didn't quite understand. So the Chinese man switched to Japanese, though his Japanese was quite awkward. Fortunately, the beautiful girl clearly conveyed the Chinese man's message. As Matsunaga listened, he found himself nodding in agreement. Matsubara Akira nodded politely, and only then did Peter feel truly delighted, reaching out to grasp Matsubara's hand and exclaim, "Mr. Matsubara, thank you so much! Thank you so much!" Matsubara withdrew his hand and said, "Mr. Peter, I agreed to engage in negotiations primarily because Mr. Gao, the one you mentioned, has clearly defined the framework and vision for our collaboration—this is exactly what I've been looking for. Please take a look!" Peter and Demona only then noticed Gao and a striking young woman standing by the side. Peter took the documents and read them carefully, then gasped, saying, "Excellent! Excellent!" Demona cast a favorable glance at Gao, but Gao seemed completely unaware of her presence. Demona felt a pang of disappointment, watching the harmonious pairing between Gao and Misugi, and felt as if she had eaten grapes—sweet, yet slightly sour. In the 1218 Conference Room of the Tokyo Ginza Business Center, the second round of business negotiations was unfolding with great intensity. Representatives from both sides, led by Masunobu Matsunaga and Peter, sat across from each other at the oval table. In this scene, Gou and Miki took the lead, presenting their vision and strategic plans for Japan-U.S. cooperation. Gou pulled out a laptop computer and projected it onto the large white screen, delivering a clear, well-organized, and visually engaging explanation of each point requiring elaboration.