"Great! Outstanding, you're truly amazing!" Bova unconsciously kissed Gao Liang on the forehead. Lina gave Bova a withering look—such a wonderful man, she herself was deeply moved. The entrance was now warm, so she unbuttoned her top and leaned down, revealing her ample chest to Gao Liang without intention. Wow! Russian beauty truly lives up to the hype—she's no match for American beauties. Gao Liang's eyes were magnetically drawn to her, his mouth streaming with admiration as he stared on. Then Lina gave him a sharp look, buttoned up her top and said, "Gao Liang, what are you staring at?" "Who are you staring at? There's a cockroach crawling into your chest!" Gao Liang caught a cockroach in her bust, and Lina gasped, instantly going limp. "My sister is absolutely terrified of cockroaches!" Bova softly remarked. Fortunately, Lina was supported by Gao Liang's arm, their bodies now in close contact, and a fragrant breeze flowed between them—Gao Liang was completely enchanted. Peter didn't care a damn about any of this—he just wanted to feel good. And right now, he truly felt great! The elimination of his long-standing nemesis, the top assassin from Blackwater, Garett and Jim, whom he had hired with great expense, had brought him peace and stability in his sleep every night. Watching the racing game business flourish with momentum, seeing his daily earnings soar into the tens of thousands, Peter felt exhilarated beyond measure. So, over the past few days, he'd indulged himself, living a life of luxury and constant pleasure. With so much money flowing in, he found himself increasingly drawn to women—quickly becoming a man who could never stay away from them. Even during the day, while handling routine office tasks, he'd engage in passionate romances with women nearby, growing more and more captivated until he eventually decided to step back from managing the company's affairs. After all, everything was now thriving, and he could simply delegate everything to his trusted colleague, Powell. He purchased a million-dollar villa at Dongfang Hawaï, the most luxurious residence in Binhai City, specifically to cater to his secondary mistress, and invested heavily in recruiting beautiful women from various countries, living a life of constant drinking and indulgence. In contrast, Gao Liang, who also secured a million-dollar budget, dared to spend not a single cent. He aimed to create a game that would stand out globally—better than the still-fetus "Myth Game"—and achieving this required substantial funding. With just one million dollars, he realized it was merely a drop in the bucket. Therefore, Gao Liang was fully aware that he had no allies, no institutional backing, and had to rely entirely on his own efforts, starting from scratch. While others could slack off and merely maintain the status quo, he had to remain ever-vigilant, strictly demanding excellence at every moment. Time was precious—Pit’s new "Gran Turismo" was set for global launch in a month, and with the current momentum, the results would surely be outstanding. To truly turn things around, how much effort would he need to put in? The pressure he was under was unimaginable—he had to bring glory to China by developing indigenous Chinese games and making them globally successful! It was very encouraging that two Russian women, Lina and Bova, worked seamlessly with him, even reporting their progress to their supervisor, Valery. Although Valery had some reservations about Gao Liang, seeing that Gao was a victim—his disc "The Secret Guide" and the access password "Permissions" now firmly in the hands of American Peter—Valery began to harbor a strong resentment toward Peter. After all, collaboration was crucial. With Valery's strong backing and his quietly sending a team of Russian game experts to join the effort, Gao Liang's position grew significantly stronger. Yet, numerous challenges arose, as Peter had already taken the "Guide to Unlocking Secrets." Consequently, the games from various countries could not be fully unraveled. Gao Liang, deeply familiar with Chinese gaming traditions, now needed to integrate the strengths of Japanese and American games—fully absorbing the invaluable experiences and benefits offered by these two gaming powerhouses—to forge a truly distinctive Chinese game. How difficult! Time was pressing, and the task was immense. What should he do? Gao Liang pondered. The coastal city of China was bustling with the World Expo, drawing visitors from all over the world! Gao Liang still wanted to go and see it, especially since he had yet to visit one important national pavilion—what pavilion was that? No need to ask—everyone would know: the Japanese Pavilion. The Japanese Pavilion is located in Area A of the Binhai World Expo and covers 6,000 square meters, accommodating up to 1,800 visitors simultaneously. It is expected to welcome approximately 17,000 visitors each day. As one enters the Expo site, the Japanese Pavilion appears like a massive, vibrant silkworm resting along the banks of the Binhai River, its distinctive architecture resembling a living organism. The pavilion's base color is a deep red-vine hue, a harmonious blend of red—symbolizing the sun—and blue—symbolizing water—representing a natural, organic tone. The exterior walls dynamically shift their appearance with changes in daylight and nighttime lighting, offering visitors a sense of movement and vitality. Residents on the opposite bank of the river can also enjoy a clear view of the pavilion. Gao Liang, wearing glasses, had his distinguished face barely recognizable. He had taken a taxi to arrive, paid his fare, and upon looking around, spotted a vehicle that seemed familiar—wasn't this the Lexus IS300 he had previously sold at Binhai's GoodSpeed Auto Sales Company? She had purchased it herself and even made a profit of 60,000 RMB—was she also coming to the Expo? Never mind. Today, Old Zhi is simply out for a stroll. She wouldn't have come to the Japanese Pavilion at all, unless it were for the headaches over developing a new game. Even then, she'd have wanted to see it. Following the crowd into the Japanese Pavilion, the first thing that greeted her upon entry was the two Chinese characters "Connection," accompanied by serene Japanese music. As the 3D scenes—both real and dreamlike—gradually unfolded inward, she found herself naturally drawn into the first exhibition area, "Connection's Surprises." What surprises were these? On a massive video wall, visitors witnessed the historical journey of cultural elements from China, centered on the Tang Dynasty missions, evolving and continuing to thrive in Japan over time. The undulating, scroll-like screens evoked the elegance of ancient scrolls. "Wow! Chinese culture is absolutely splendid! I absolutely love China!" A vibrant stream of Japanese flowed through the crowd—so beautifully spoken! It was truly a heavenly sound, and High-light's ears automatically perked up. Wait a moment—how familiar that voice sounds! Who is it? Is it her? High-light quickly turned toward the sound, but couldn't make out the face because a woman standing nearby was blocking her view. The woman was enthusiastically discussing the historical connection between her homeland and China. High-light, with her keen hearing, clearly picked up every word of their conversation despite the crowd and the ten-meter distance. "Daughter, once we finish, we're heading back to Japan!" "Mom! I'd really like to stay in China one more day—would that be possible?" "Ah! I just don't know what to do with you! But we only have one more day—otherwise, Dad will be furious!" "Hmm…" It was her! It was definitely her! High-light was filled with excitement. She never expected to see her come to the coastal city of China to attend the World Expo! Just as she was about to call out her name in front of everyone, the crowd surged, and they had to quickly evacuate from another area. Forced by the flow of people, they ended up exiting through different entrances. When they returned to the parking spot, the Lexus IS300 was gone. They had left, and Hao Liang felt deeply disappointed. He had come to the Japanese pavilion to unwind, but instead, he felt even more isolated. Where is Daimon? What is happening to her? Does she live or has she passed away? He didn’t know. Well, never mind—she’d head back to Hao Shi Su Fast Car Sales Company. Hao Shi Su Fast Car Sales Company was now facing a crisis it had never encountered before. "Please send your technicians over immediately—I’ve had the most serious fault with my car!" the middle-aged woman cried out. "Please don’t worry," said General Manager Zhang Shijie with a warm smile, "I’ll have one of our top managers check it out right away—it should be resolved soon!" Under the signal from General Manager Zhang Shijie, Manager Liu Qingsong quickly stepped in. He was familiar with the Lexus IS300 model, and soon identified the issue: it was an engine problem. He then addressed the Japanese middle-aged woman, saying, "I'm sorry, but our company does not have original parts for this vehicle. Repairing this model will take some time. Would you be able to...?" "Time is no longer available! I have to leave Binhai tomorrow and return to Yokohama, Japan!" the middle-aged woman interrupted him.