"How? You're not even having it! In our place, that would be impolite! Do you understand?" Gao Liang beamed with a smile. With so many reporters on site doing live coverage, Ma Long had no choice but to gesture to Zhang San and Li Si to take over and eat. Though Zhang San and Li Si had to comply with the president's request, they politely went to receive Gao Liang's taro. Gao Liang laughed heartily, then casually brushed some gray dust off a bag of fertilizer and sprinkled it onto the taro, cutting each piece in half and handing one to each of them. "These scraps, I'm giving them to you!" Gao Liang said with a smile. Zhang San and Li Si looked rather embarrassed, swallowing the offerings with difficulty, while Ma Long glared at Gao Liang with growing resentment. How dare he mock me in front of everyone, and now he's handing me trash? This is clearly a deliberate affront to me. If you want to compete with me, I'll treat you like a fly—easy to squash. I'll leave you nothing but broken! The magic show began. This was Ma Long's specialty, as his unique status and position So his live performance was practically a replica of Liu Qian's, immediately drawing thunderous applause from the audience. "Great! Liu Qian's here!" someone excitedly shouted in the crowd. "Amazing! Wow! He's exactly like Liu Qian!" a female magic enthusiast cheered. ... Xia Yu also stood up, watching Ma Long's magic, just as everyone else, deeply moved. Ma Long felt confident and triumphant—after all, I'm the number one top-tier man in the world. I wouldn't have come to compete for you if I didn't like you. Everyone was amazed, while Gao Huang remained calm, casually eating his taro, scratching his itch, and even yawning. "We're now announcing the results!" the host checked his watch, only ten seconds left, "Ten, nine, eight, seven…" When everyone had treated Gao Huang as if he were invisible, at the count of five, Gao Huang simply reached into his fertilizer bag, pulled out the last taro, raised it high, and waved it gently in the air. Everyone was astonished, unsure of what high-light had in store. "Have him perform!" one judge shouted, and so, as the audience was about to reach zero, the host stopped them, allowing high-light to finish his act before proceeding. High-light requested the host to find someone to join him on stage. Xia Yu felt curious and wanted to give it a try, only to find that as soon as she raised her hand, the host selected her. Under the attentive gaze of everyone, Xia Yu stepped onto the stage. Xia Yu watched high-light closely—how familiar! Oh! The movements were so similar—was it someone else? Yes, it was high-light himself. Indeed, it was him. With keen observation, Xia Yu noticed that although her CEO, high-light, wore the attire of a young farmer, his wise eyes radiated confidence. High-light merely nodded slightly toward Xia Yu as the magic yam performance began. He asked Xia Yu to hold the magic yam and place it freely into one of the small red boxes that looked exactly alike. With a simple gesture, the host summoned twelve beautiful female models onto the stage. Each model wore a circular plaque on her waist, bearing the Arabic numbers from 1 to 12. The models carried the boxes and exchanged them with one another, creating a dazzling display. "It's No. 3!" one audience member shouted. The beautiful model with No. 3 gave a gentle smile and opened the box—only to find it empty. Xuya immediately became interested. "I placed it myself!" she exclaimed loudly. "It's No. 6!" "Please open the box for No. 6!" Under the host's guidance, the model opened the box—again, it was empty. "No. 8!" Ma Long, a master of magic, had been observing carefully and confidently declared. Yet, unfortunately, when the corresponding model opened her box, it was completely empty. The crowd then erupted with excitement, continuing to guess, naming each remaining number until, finally, everyone knew without needing to ask—there was only one number left: No. 9. "Open it up! It must be No. 9! No. 9!" The atmosphere was incredibly lively. As everyone firmly believed it was No. 9, Gao Huang smiled at the corner of his mouth and made a surprising announcement: "Wrong!" Immediately after, the box of the model with No. 9 was opened. "Empty!" "Empty!" many people shouted. "It's impossible! Impossible! We just saw it in the hands of these beautiful women!" One audience member was particularly surprised. At that moment, a leader from the Binhai City Television Station was present, watching the steadily rising viewership figures. With his right hand, he tapped twice sharply, saying, "Excellent! Excellent! Our television station's program has been a great success—setting a new record for viewership among similar programs! Oh my goodness! It's still going up!" The audience's attention was now fully focused on where the magic yam had gone. Ma Long was not satisfied. What kind of magic was this? A simple farmer from the countryside was playing tricks on me—could he possibly compete with me? Could he even match Liu Qian? Definitely, it must be somewhere on Xia Yu's person. Ma Long recalled that Dong Qing had been a planted guest for Liu Qian, so he firmly insisted it was in Xia Yu's hands. The host immediately sent someone to inspect Xia Yu's entire body, finding only a sleek smartphone, nothing else. Mao Long made two incorrect guesses, putting his face in jeopardy and deeply resenting Gao Liang. How dare he play tricks in front of me, making me look foolish—this is clearly a deliberate affront! If you're unkind, I won't be kind either. Zhang San and Li Si, under Mao Long's instructions, subtly undermined Gao Liang. Zhang San, while Gao Liang wasn't paying attention, deliberately inserted a fine silver needle into the chair on the performance stage—the needle was so thin it was nearly invisible. At the same time, Li Si applied a transparent, colorless lubricant to his right foot and wiped it across the stage floor. He thought: as soon as Gao Liang passes this way, he'll fall flat on his face, leaving the entire audience in laughter—thus giving our master the satisfaction he deserves. What will happen next? Gao Liang continued his performance with the taro. To everyone's surprise, he pulled out the taro that everyone had been searching for, from his sleeve, earning thunderous applause from the audience. "How did it end up in his hands?" "We actually saw him put it into the box!" said a viewer from the front row, puzzled. "I don't believe it! I'm coming!" Ma Long shouted, then Ma Long decided to try again—he wanted to make sure that a simple country boy like him could possibly outplay me. Gao Liang took over the newspaper, smiled brightly and said, "Let them say what they want. At least we're clear of any blame!" "Hmph! No way—I have to make a change in my position!" Xia Yu suggested. Gao Liang nodded enthusiastically, "We're already scheduled to travel to Taiwan with the team next week, so any transfer decision will have to be finalized after we return." Xia Yu left looking rather dissatisfied. After Xia Yu had gone, Gao Liang went through a pile of documents, his head aching, feeling uncomfortable sitting in the office as the CEO. It looked great outside, but once he sat down in his office, surrounded by stacks of reports, he felt rather restless. Man, the old executive wanted to be hands-off, so he immediately called the Game Design Department. Three minutes later, Mike and Julie arrived, both of them feeling their work had fallen short and lowering their heads, waiting for a stern reprimand—recent game development issues had arisen. Unexpectedly, Houang personally brewed a cup of Gongfu tea for each of them and served it to them, which deeply moved Mike and Julie. Mike held the cup with a noticeably heavy hand, while Julie looked genuinely flattered. Houang personally turned to Mike and said, "Mike, my good friend, you know I've always wanted to be hands-off. So," Houang paused, then pointed to a pile of documents on the table, "from today on, I'm fully delegating authority—you take over all my responsibilities! Just come to me if you're unsure about anything!" "That... that might not be possible, sir! You're the CEO after all!" Mike hesitated, clearly unable to accept the offer. "Mr. Li, my husband isn't half as capable as you are—he can't be entrusted with important responsibilities!" Julie pushed back.