Originally, when Gao Qingxue fell to the ground, Lin Mingjun picked up her phone. "It's turned off! I've got it! Just take it from me!" Lin Mingjun smiled flirtatiously. Gao Qingxue felt utterly defeated, her head spun, and she fainted. Seizing the moment, Lin Mingjun eagerly began tearing at Gao Qingxue's clothes. "Don't blame me—blame only your father!" Lin Mingjun's face was glowing with lust. He was captivated by Gao Qingxue's alluring breasts, which rose prominently, his eyes fixed, nearly drooling. As his hands reached out toward her snowy, delicate arms, Lin Mingjun suddenly noticed a bracelet on her right wrist—transparent, crystal-clear, radiant and brilliant. Lin Mingjun thought the bracelet would surely be worth a good deal, so he eagerly reached out to try to remove it, but the bracelet wouldn’t budge—no matter how hard he pulled. This startled Gao Qingxue, who had just fainted. It was her treasured possession, a gift from Gao Liang, and she had always remembered her brother’s words: “Big sister! Take her with you! Who knows—maybe in the future, when things go wrong, they’ll turn out all right!” So, in her mind, she called out, “Gao Liang! Where are you? What’s happening now?” Unexpectedly, a miracle unfolded—Gao Liang’s voice emerged from outside the car, saying, “Sister! I’m here! I’m coming to save you!” Before Qingxue could respond, she heard Lin Mingjun shouting in pain, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” It turned out that Gao Liang had just pulled him out of the car and tossed him to the ground like a dead dog, throwing him three or four meters away and landing him heavily on the pavement. “Sister! I’m here!” "High Qingxue felt a great sense of security in High Guang's voice. Yet, her clothes had been torn and tugged badly by Lin Mingjun, making her feel embarrassed in front of her younger brother. When High Guang took off his outer coat and let her wear it, High Qingxue was deeply touched. 'That man with the scar?' High Qingxue said, stepping out of the car, looking worried. 'Haha!' High Guang said to the two people beside him, 'The one in the flower shirt, the one with the yellow hair—how did things go?' 'Hah! Honestly, he's a complete fool,' the flower-shirted and yellow-haired man said proudly, 'He didn't even let us act—he just froze when we mentioned that the head of the group had arrived and ran off right away!' 'You did well today,' High Guang smiled, 'Thanks to your timely discovery of Star in the park and your prompt report to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have arrived so quickly!' On the following Sunday morning, Gao Ruolan rode her wobbly bicycle to the欧阳 family's villa at Mingyue Mansion. Although she wasn't very enthusiastic about going, that day she had personally promised Gao Liang to tutor him in his studies at Van Wei Ze's birthday party. She was a person who valued integrity—once she made a commitment, she would follow through. In the grand hall of the Ouyang family's villa, Gao Zhongming, Gao Qingxue, and Dong Lingyun were all present. At that moment, Gao Zhongming took the newspaper from the hands of the butler Chen Jiangliu, whose hands were trembling—only a glance at the today's *Gaojiacang Daily* was enough to send him collapsing onto the high-end leather sofa imported from the United States. He murmured, "It's over! It's completely over!" Gao Qingxue quickly picked up the newspaper, and her mother, Dong Lingyun, also leaned in to read it. Gao Qingxue then sighed and said, "Dad! It's all my fault—I simply trusted Lin Mingjun too much!" Dong Lingyun remained silent by the side. "Ah! If only I had known then what I know now—what's to be done now? You'll have to manage on your own from here on Gao Zhongming sighed in despair, lighting a high-end cigar, taking a deep drag, then extinguishing it. He relit another, took just one breath, and put it out again. Soon, the ashtray on the coffee table was piled high with cigarette ends. Watching her husband and daughter growing increasingly anxious, Dong Lingyun interjected, her expression of excitement standing in sharp contrast to theirs. "Zhen Dong, Qingxue, don't worry so much," she said. "While I was praying at the bodhisattva's altar, I drew a fortune—top-tier. The fortune has four characters: 'Turn the heavens and earth around!'" Yet, upon hearing this, both Gao Zhongming and Gao Qingxue found it merely comforting, offering a wry smile. Gao Zhongming, still shaking his head in resignation, said, "Stop comforting me! The boat has already sailed—there's nothing we can do now!" At that moment, Gao Liang and Gao Ruolan came down from the upstairs study, having just completed a set of assignments with remarkable efficiency—though not Gao Liang's, entirely Gao Ruolan's. Gao Ruolan, of course, knew such tutoring would be utterly pointless, yet that day she had genuinely been enthusiastic about dancing and had accidentally agreed to help. With no choice, she had had to go along with it, even if it meant doing so against her own will. As Gao Liang and Gao Ruolan descended, they had heard everything the three had said. Gao Liang beamed with confidence, clapped her hands, and said, "Mom's right—as long as we work together, we're sure to turn things around!" "Surprising, indeed—but Dong Lingyun could sense that her son was confident about this matter, because she knew him well. Since recovering from a vegetative state, his abilities have significantly improved. For instance, in business knowledge: although he didn't enjoy studying dry, theoretical business courses at school, he was deeply interested in real-world business issues and had unique insights—insights that were not merely textbook content, but entirely his own intelligent reflections. Yet Gao Zhongming was only astonished. He picked up the newspaper he had dropped on the ground again, still smiling faintly and saying, 'The matter is now settled—I no longer have any hope!' Gao Qingxue shook her head in agreement, saying, 'Gao Liang, do you think we didn't try? We held an all-night board meeting yesterday, reviewing countless solutions—none of them proved feasible, so we ultimately decided to abandon them!' 'But, elder sister!' You're so focused on solving problems that you've barely taken the time to study the materials and documents at hand. Remember, if you want to defeat your competitors, you must first transform yourselves! Highlight spoke with confidence, turning to Gao Ruolan, who looked utterly surprised, and said, "Gao Ruolan, what do you think?" "Yes! The ancient military principle of 'knowing yourself and your opponent leads to a hundred battles without failure' applies perfectly to business as well!" Gao Ruolan nodded, further reinforcing Highlight's point. Hmm! I never saw Highlight studying so diligently before—how come he's so composed and confident today? Could I have misjudged him? "Dad! Sister! Did you hear that?" Highlight said, pulling out a file folder and handing it to Gao Qingxue. "Here you go, Sister!" He glanced at his watch—it now read 11 a.m.—and said, "Let's act swiftly now!" Gao Qingxue took the file folder, but showed no interest in opening it—only hesitated, for she was too clear in her conviction that the situation was lost. Yet Gao Liang was so confident, and she didn’t know what he was up to. At that moment, Gao Liang glanced at his watch again and said, “Sister! Come with me!” “And you, Ruolan! Today’s going to be a thrilling business simulation—would you like to join in at the last minute?” Gao Liang smiled at his colleague, Gao Ruolan. “Really? That’s wonderful!” Gao Ruolan, enthusiastic about business, cheered like a magpie. “Chen Jiangliu! Go get the car ready!” As soon as Gao Liang spoke, Chen Jiangliu couldn’t possibly hesitate—he immediately sprang into action. Gao Qingxue was almost dragged into the car by Gao Liang. Gao Zhongming remained seated on the sofa, sighing, “It’s over. It’s completely over!” Dong Lingyun gave him a sharp look and excitedly said, “Gao Liang is going to turn things around this time!” “I don’t believe it! "Gao Zhongming said with absolutely no hope. "Then go ahead and bet on it!" Dong Lingyun suggested. "Great! Great!" Gao Zhongming actually made a bet with his wife, setting a wager—despite the company facing a crisis of survival. For the first time, the couple was thrilled and excited about betting against each other. The exact nature of their bet, however, remained a secret, which we will find out later. Chen Jiangliu drove a high-performance luxury sedan, continuously pressing the accelerator under the urgent urging of Gao Liang, rushing toward Gao's Village Airport at breakneck speed. Neither Gao Qingxue nor Gao Ruolan on board understood why they were heading to the airport. Gao Qingxue even scolded her brother, calling the whole thing senseless, and several times tried to get off the car, only to be held back by Gao Liang. Gao Ruolan, too, was puzzled—what on earth was Gao Liang up to today?