Having taken courses at Stanford Business School, he has a solid understanding of business. A man who can confidently say he earns 10 million is one who is bold, willing to take risks, and hardworking. "Highlight, I'm behind you!" Nan Gong Yan smiled sincerely, giving Highlight tremendous motivation and support. "I don't like people who just talk a good game and never deliver results. If you truly have the ability, show me now!" Nan Gong Hai is a hands-on practitioner—everything is judged by facts and performance. Highlight remained speechless. Just beside him, a sales representative was enthusiastically announcing to Nan Gong Hai, "I've finally closed a deal!" "Wow! It's a 50-million-yuan sale—paid all at once!" The other sales representatives were envious. Nan Gong Hai gave the sales representative who had secured the big order a warm, approving smile. He extended his right hand, grasped her hand, and said, "Excellent! Keep up the great work!" Immediately afterward, he announced that the sales representative would receive a 1% commission. "500,000! A commission of 500,000! You're really going to make it!" The sales representatives were marveling. "Gao Liang, don't let me down!" Nan Gong Yan said this, though her tone clearly showed a hint of disappointment. After all, selling real estate involved many factors and wasn't something that came easily. Just as she finished speaking, a pop-up message appeared on Gao Liang's laptop: "If you can't enter your permission password, please enter your onboarding password!" Gao Liang had casually mentioned "onboarding password," and Nan Gong Yan heard it. Her eyebrows lifted slightly, she smiled gently, and with her delicate hands typed "188688988!" "Gao Liang, you've got to give it your all!" Nan Gong Yan said, before walking away. "The company can only extend your evaluation period by one week. If there's no clear improvement within that week, things might not go as planned..." Nangong Hai, once his daughter had stepped away, immediately put pressure on Gao Liang: "Gao Liang, are you truly capable—or just pretending? I want to see what you've actually accomplished and what value you bring to the company!" With that, he and his staff walked off, leaving Gao Liang looking deeply subdued. By chance, he glanced again at his laptop and exclaimed, "OK! OK!" The sound startled the 12 sales representatives sitting nearby, who stared at Gao Liang as if he had discovered a new continent—how could he be so delighted? In fact, the "188688988" that Nangong Yan had entered was precisely the access password needed to unlock the secret key to the game mechanics notes for *Top Gear: Unbroken Storms*. After all, the search had been long and arduous—only to find it effortlessly, without any effort at all. With this access password, the senior staff could now swiftly decode the entire English-annotated list of game mechanics. Gao Liang's English proficiency is now truly outstanding—he scans the game with ease, quickly memorizing its core gameplay mechanics. At this very moment, the Japanese player has reached level 11.5, while the American professional player advances from 11.5 to 11.8. "Ha! Just one more minute, and I'll be the number-one player—those ten million dollars will be mine!" the American professional proudly announces to all the players in the game chat window. "Where is Gao Liang? Why hasn't he shown up yet?" asks one Chinese player anxiously. "Hmph, too late! Even if Gao Liang arrives, it'll be too late—we American professionals are truly the best!" boasts another American player. At this moment, the official website of "The极品飞车" becomes the stage for a rivalry between the U.S. and China, with both sides vying to determine who is truly the king of the game. Since Highlight had yet to step forward, 98% of the supporters had shifted their support toward the U.S. side. Man, under pressure, Highlight needed to reverse the situation within one minute. He focused his attention, swiftly operating the keyboard and mouse, fully commanding the game of "Top Gear" with intense concentration. The car executed a variety of maneuvers—crossing, drifting, accelerating, aerial flying, flipping, side-maneuvering over bridges, and high-speed sprints—each action comprising no less than 100 distinct moves. In the final minute of the race, the car's level rapidly climbed from ten to eleven. Thirty seconds passed, and the swift advancement amazed the online game users on the official website. "A real talent! The top car has arrived!" exclaimed one Japanese player. "I'm going!" When Highlight surpassed the Japanese player's level of 11.5, the Japanese player typed out these two words in Japanese. "Man, for heaven's sake, who in the world is this guy that's even arrived by rocket?" the American professional player exclaimed, rapidly typing on his keyboard and launching a final push toward the target in the last 20 seconds. "You're pushing, but old man rocket's faster!" Gao Liang stepped up, unleashing his signature move from极品飞车—his "Sky Drive!"—"Sky Drive!" The online game fans erupted in cheers. This was the second time such a unique and rare move had been seen. "Is it Gao Liang?" one American gamer guessed. "Look at this—his name appears right here! Really!" another Chinese gamer cheered. "The Chinese players are absolutely amazing!" a Japanese gamer admired. Final sprint countdown: "10, 9, 8, ..." When everyone reached "1," Gao Huang's top-performing car had already crossed the finish line; it was only when the count reached "0" that the American player finally passed the line, gaining a one-second lead. "Winning by one minute to advance two levels—outstanding! Truly outstanding!" The official website of *The Need for Speed* game instantly erupted with excitement. "King of Gaming, Gao Huang!" The crowd cheered in unison. "Gao Huang, where are you? We want to follow you! We will always support you!" Someone shouted. "ChinaCoastalCity!" (China's Coastal City) This phrase appeared on the official *The Need for Speed* website. "We're going to China to support Gao Huang!" Gamers around the world went wild. That same day, thanks to Huangao's active involvement and outstanding performance, he immediately secured $10 million. At the time, Peter was on a flight heading to China's coastal city, his phone off, so he was completely unaware of such developments. If he had known, he might have moved to eliminate Huangao. With an additional $10 million now in his China Bank account, Huangao felt incredibly delighted. This week, Huangao had not gone to the sales office of Tianlong Real Estate's Tangcheng No. 1, where he usually worked. Instead, he had simply arranged for a striking red banner to be hung on the 68th floor of the 98th floor, clearly reading: "Huangao, the King of Games, Has Moved In!" What on earth was going on? The 12 sales representatives were puzzled, staring at the banner fluttering in the wind. Huangao smiled warmly at them, as if to say: "You'll find out soon enough." Now at the Good Speed Automobile Sales Company, Huangao leaned casually against a spacious backrest chair and called out to Ye Tong, who was arranging files beside him, "Quick, get me a cup of Longjing tea!" As high light's hand was about to undo the last button of Ye Tong's blouse, it was struck by something, causing high light to gasp and fall backward onto the boat. Ye Tong woke up, looking up to see two foreign women with long hair flowing over their shoulders had stepped onto the boat from the stern—both radiating fierce determination. Without needing to ask, these two were the Russian beauty assassins, Lina and Bova. Lina delivered a powerful punch to high light's chest, while Bova kicked him firmly in the leg. Fortunately, high light hadn't completely lost consciousness and managed to shift his body slightly, otherwise Bova's kick would have crushed his groin. The Russian beauties were indeed both fierce and precise—high light had once again experienced their intensity. Ye Tong and high light were now securely tied together, and to prevent a repeat of the escape that had happened previously, the two Russian women spent a full ten minutes tightly securing high light with steel wire. "Now, tell us—where is the DVD of 'The Secret Guide'? And what is the access password?" Lina produced the new, silent pistol, gleaming sharply and intimidating, aiming it at the illuminated forehead, pressing her advantage.