Sartre said with a lingering tone, "I'm leaving for Moscow tomorrow!" "I'm going to Vladivostok—I have to go back with my sister!" Lina expressed her deep affection for China. "All the best on your journey!" Hao Liang said. With the beautiful women around him now gone, Hao Liang turned to his two wives and said, "Look! Only you are truly mine!" "Haha!" The two wives finally laughed heartily, relieved. That evening, Dian Mena wore a thin bra and a sheer, delicate gown, her perfectly model-like figure fully revealed to Hao Liang's gaze. Afterward, Gao Liang gently moved Mei Ji to the side, where she lay flushed, like a perfectly ripe Fuji apple, breathing evenly and looking deeply satisfied—truly beautiful in her sleeping pose. Gao Liang couldn’t bear to wake her. Mei Ji had sweated profusely, and as Gao Liang wiped her with her fragrant handkerchief, he noticed a delicate crimson stain on the white bedsheet. He carefully collected the sheet, kissed Mei Ji gently as she still slept soundly, then rose to find Damina had already poured his favorite French elderflower wine into a delicate highball glass and placed it before him, saying, "Husband, have a glass to refresh your mind!" Gao Liang gratefully accepted the glass and said, "Shall we share this together?" "Husband, I don’t drink wine!" Dai Mengna was about to refuse, but Gao Huang had already lifted her high-footed glass to her lips. With no choice, she sipped a little. Being sensitive to wine, she coughed, clutching her chest as it warmed. Gao Huang watched Mengna's flushed face, then grasped her hand firmly and said, "Honey! You're absolutely beautiful! I still want more!" "Go on! Go on! Haven't you and Meiji had enough yet?" Mengna protested, yet Gao Huang's hand grew restless. Soon, the two were entwined, rolling together on the soft carpet, performing a graceful scene of peonies pressing against magnolias in the presidential suite. Afterward, on the spring mattress bed, Gao Huang embraced both of his beautiful wives, who now lay like docile sheep, nestled comfortably in his arms. That night, Gao Huang and his two beautiful wives were deeply immersed in tenderness and passion. It was only then that he truly understood the meaning of "this moment is worth a thousand gold pieces." As the newly appointed CEO of Electronic Arts, Gao Li launched sweeping reforms, rehiring employees who had previously been dismissed under Peter. This was a tremendous boost—Mike and Julie were overjoyed, cheering and repeatedly expressing to Gao Li: "President Li! Since you took office, our lives have been filled with hope. We will work diligently to repay the company’s care and support!" In fact, at that time, the U.S. was facing a subprime mortgage crisis, making job hunting extremely difficult. Many companies were downsizing and cutting costs in preparation for a winter dormancy. Gao Li’s unusual actions generated significant attention across the U.S., effectively serving as an organic promotional campaign, and once again elevated Electronic Arts’ visibility on the U.S. corporate rankings. Peter cashed out his $3 billion inheritance from his ancestors, yet the normal operations of Electronic Arts continued smoothly, thanks to the compelling, charismatic leadership under Huang Guangli as CEO. American private capital continued to pour into the company, driven by its strong stock returns and promising outlook—key reasons for the active participation of its diverse investors. Huang Guangli retained Kenneth, as the legacy CEO had accumulated valuable experience across multiple domains. With Huang now in a prominent position, he particularly needed a broad range of talents. No matter how capable Kenneth was, he could not do it alone—he needed to build a strong, dynamic team under his leadership, one that emphasized collaboration. Companies with a strong team spirit survive longer, demonstrate stronger competitiveness, reach further, and grow faster—principles Huang Guangli learned at Stanford Graduate School of Business in the United States. The old guard must not only become the king of Chinese martial arts and the king of gaming, but also the king of business. Lao Zhi's business ambitions span the globe, just like the Jews—astute and far-reaching—just as the Zhejiang people from China have successfully established themselves in markets around the world. Lao Zhi aims to use Electronic Arts of the United States as a launching platform to grow his gaming industry, not merely the gaming industry, but any sunrise sector that is supported by the state—any such industry, he will pursue. Once Lao Zhi's ambition to become a world-class business leader began to expand, it became unstoppable. China Wushu Games Co., Ltd., under Lao Zhi's leadership, launches large-scale recruitment nationwide, attracting top talent with competitive salaries. At the same time, the subprime mortgage crisis reaches China, prompting numerous companies to cut jobs—a phenomenon known as "staff reduction for efficiency enhancement." Lao Zhi's seemingly counterintuitive actions stir significant reactions across China. Suddenly, graduates from universities across the country flood into the recruitment offices of China Wushu Games Co., Ltd. This can be seen from several large job fairs held in Binhai City, where other companies' exhibition halls were nearly empty, while the staff at the "Chinese Martial Arts" game company were in high demand. By the time work hours ended, applicants were so numerous that they could hardly hand over their resumes, and many had to resort to submitting them online. Gao Liang holds a prominent position, serving as CEO of two game companies simultaneously—making him an international CEO, and the CEO of two major companies in China and the U.S., a rare achievement on the global stage. The true custodian of "The Secret Guide" is Gao Liang alone. The temporary access password he provided to Peter originally has a limited validity period. What is the actual access password for "The Secret Guide"? That remains confidential—only Gao Liang knows it. The scene shifts to the recruitment office at the headquarters of China Wushu Games. Long lines of job seekers form. Recruitment managers typically make up their minds within three seconds—either accepting the resume with a note that the candidate will be interviewed next Monday, or rejecting it outright, or simply saying, "We'll keep you in mind," or "We'll get back to you." Isn't that something we've all experienced? Formerly, the author had such a firsthand experience. Thus, this book aims to showcase the challenges and pressures modern urban job seekers face when hunting for employment. It's an entertainment book, so it should be engaging and satisfying. No further explanations. Among the applicants is a woman who returned from the United States. Her face, softly pink, carries a gentle melancholy. She wears a white shirt and elegant high heels, and hands over her bilingual resume to a round, well-built recruitment manager. "Name?" The manager doesn't even glance at the resume. "Dong Mengshan!" "The lady replied. 'Which university did you graduate from?' the hiring manager simply asked. 'From the School of Business Administration at the Ocean City University of Science and Technology!' Dong Mengshan answered. 'Do you have work experience?' the hiring manager asked. 'No, none!' Dong Mengshan's voice was soft. 'I'm sorry, our company isn't a university. We can't offer you a position. Go home!' The hiring manager tossed the resume aside, and Dong Mengshan looked utterly defeated. 'Next!' the hiring manager called out. So, one young man struggled his way through the crowd to reach the hiring manager, who continued with his routine tasks. Dong Mengshan pulled out every cent she had—only 198 yuan, just enough for a train ticket back home. With no further hesitation, these days, having returned alone from the U.S. to find work in China's Binhai, she had truly expected the same difficulty as in America—finding work was especially tough, and the salaries were quite low." After visiting nearly twenty companies without success, she finally saw China Game's large-scale hiring drive, attractive salaries, and excellent benefits, so she took a chance—still, nothing worked out. With her last resume now exhausted, she felt completely drained and decided to head home. Dong Mengshan walked slowly, her steps heavy as though weighted with lead, toward the Binhai City Railway Station. A job application form slipped out of her pocket and drifted in the wind. She didn’t go to pick it up—it fluttered gently. At that moment, a sleek Ferrari pulled up, driven by a handsome, confident young man wearing sunglasses, whose identity remained unclear. The form caught the wind and landed on the car. The young man noticed it, his face momentarily stunned, his expression thoughtful—he looked toward the distant figure, growing increasingly familiar.