"A minor oversight, a minor oversight!" the recruitment manager bowed his head and apologized. Nangong Yan said to Gao Liang, "I never expected you to come to our company. If you're willing to stay, let's have a chat!" Seeing Nangong Yan's professional attire and youthful, vibrant appearance, Gao Liang nodded in agreement. "Here's an overview of our company—please take a look," Nangong Yan led Gao Liang to her office and handed him a beautifully designed brochure titled "Tianlong Real Estate Profile." Gao Liang nodded and asked, "Is 'Tangcheng No. 1,' the most luxurious villa complex in Hanhai City, developed and constructed by your real estate company?" Nangong Yan confirmed, "That's our flagship project—targeting high-end clients, with a selling price of 150,000 RMB per square meter, and a minimum price of 50 million RMB. Do you have confidence in selling such premium properties?" Gao Liang confidently nodded, saying, "Give me a fulcrum, and I can move the Earth!" "Excellent!" "Nan Gong Yan really appreciates Gao Liang's initiative," she said. "The 'Tang City First-Class' sales campaign has been stagnating recently—not because of high pricing, nor due to insufficient advertising investment—but because there's a lack of top-tier sales talent. The Sallen S7 that Nan Gong Yan purchased from Hao Shisu Auto Sales had a few minor issues, which Gao Liang took the time to fine-tune. Nan Gong Yan was genuinely grateful. Now, Gao Liang's schedule is flexible, allowing him to manage two roles simultaneously: he works at Hao Shisu Auto Sales in the morning and attends training sessions at Tianlong Real Estate Sales in the afternoon to gain knowledge about real estate. As for the evenings? Everyone knows—he's renting a home and spending his time online playing games. When he opens his browser, he's amazed: the game 'Top Gear' is currently running a vibrant campaign—actively seeking global participants for the event 'Top Gear: Unstoppable Winds'—but the special guide disc has been stolen, leaving Gao Liang quite frustrated." As he was thinking this, the door of the room was forcefully slammed open, and Mr. Xing, together with Mr. Lei and He Tou, along with over thirty others, rushed in. They tied up Gao Liang tightly, with Mr. Xing inserting a disc into a notebook computer he carried, connecting it to a wireless broadband. He demanded urgently, "Quick! Quick! Tell me the password for the permanent patch that fixes the bugs in 'The极品飞车'—the one that grants you the permission to apply it!" Gao Liang's neck was propped up by several daggers, and Mr. Lei and He Tou sternly said, "Gao Liang, show some sense—otherwise, I'll finish you off!" After speaking, Mr. Lei delivered a solid punch to Gao Liang, and He Tou kicked him in the leg. Fortunately, Gao Liang had drawn upon his Chinese martial arts skills, so he remained unharmed, though he pretended to be in great pain. "I'll count to three. If you don't say it by then, I'll kick your jizz out!" Master Cheng smiled faintly, beginning to count: "One, two..." When he reached three, just as the elder Lei was about to kick, he felt his leg struck by something, "Ah!" he cried, falling to the ground. Then he heard Master Cheng shouting, "Grab her! Grab her! Retrieve the DVD!" High-light looked over and saw a woman with golden hair that seemed magically alluring, her large blue eyes deep and clear, like a lake of still water. What a stunning foreign beauty! She wore a blue, red, and white floral print T-shirt with sleeves, tall, straight, and slender—like a water fir—her hips short and her legs long and elegant, spread wide like a compass. Dressed in a short leather skirt and wearing short leather boots, she stood before him, her feet crossed in a straight line, her gaze unwavering, her long golden hair flowing gently, transparent and radiant, beautiful and regal. Gao Liang had seen beautiful women from all over the world at Stanford, and by instinct, he knew this was a Russian beauty. If she walked down the street, her graceful figure swaying elegantly, as if dancing rhythmic exercises, would send hearts fluttering. Damn it, the old habit is back—Gao Liang’s nose warmed up, and now two drops of blood had already fallen to the cold floor, staining it a little red. If he remembered correctly, this was the third time he’d bled during a meeting with a beautiful woman. No need to ask—those first two were his wife Dai Mengna and his second wife Mei Ji. "Catch her! Catch her!" Master Cheng roared. The thugs surrounded the beauty like a solid iron bucket. The beauty shouted, her figure shifting, then extended her slender, fair legs and delivered a swift sweeping motion—"Ouch! Ouch!" The thugs cried out, all falling to the ground. "Damn, she’s that good! I didn’t believe it—catch her, catch her! After capturing her, I’ll have my first real meal, and all my brothers will share in it!" Master Cheng shouted. The assailants then rose from the ground, each wielding weapons, and launched a coordinated assault on the beauty. The woman dodged and weaved, but with so many attackers, she soon found herself struggling to hold her ground. "Sister, I'm here!" A clear voice cut through the commotion. Looking up, Liang saw another Russian girl, dressed almost identically to the one just before—though this younger one seemed more spirited. The elder sister quickly threw the disc, which the younger sister caught and tucked into her chest pocket. With the two beauties fighting fiercely against over thirty assailants, the star's team gradually gained the upper hand. Yet, as the younger beauty smiled gently and chuckled, she pulled out a handful of lime powder from her pocket, scattered it with a swift motion, and while the attackers blinked in confusion, the elder sister swiftly lifted the ropes binding Liang's legs, freeing him to move. The elder beauty pressed her dagger against Liang's chest and, in her clumsy Mandarin, said, "Hurry—come with me!" Then, the younger beauty pulled ahead, while the elder one pushed from behind, forcing Liang to move forward. They've kidnapped me! Great! See how far you can go with that. Gao Liang believes he's lucky—after all, yesterday he had a fortune-telling session online and was told he'd be having good luck lately. Unfortunately, just one kilometer into his journey, two Russian women tightly covered his eyes with transparent tape and sealed their own mouths. They forcibly seated him in a black Jeep, with the younger woman at the wheel, accelerating swiftly ahead. He didn't know how long it had been before he was pulled off the vehicle and led down to a deep underground room, where he was slammed into an iron cage with a loud clang. "Let me go! Smell—!" Gao Liang hadn't finished shouting when a solid punch landed on his stomach. A strong, broad-shouldered Russian man, holding a large fist, said, "If you scream one more time, I'll have you dead right here!"