Now it all makes sense—here’s something you’ll love! Please accept this, Highlight! It’s a gift from both me and your dad!” Dong Lingyun interjected, stepping in to speak on behalf of Gao Zhongming. Immediately, Gao Zhongming produced a credit card and handed it to Gao Liang, beaming with joy: “Son, this was always meant for you—take it!” “Wow! Dad! You’re so biased! One billion dollars! That’s enough to knock someone out!” Gao Qingxue rushed to take the card, glanced at it, and gasped. “You’ve seen the scene today, haven’t you? Your brother is far more capable than you! Without him, I wouldn’t have this much money to give him. Just now, my secretary called me—PLC Company has just transferred a sum of one hundred billion dollars into our account!” Gao Zhongming said with genuine pride. “Gao Liang! My son! Is this real? Gao Liang! You’re absolutely amazing! Mom is truly delighted!” It seems that Guanyin Bodhisattva has truly appeared, bestowing upon our family a wonderful son, bringing prosperity to our household!" Dong Lingyun was overjoyed. "Brother, I truly admire you! You're so capable—so capable! I really need to learn from you!" Gao Qingxue's eyes were filled with admiration and respect. Gao Liang thanked his parents and happily took the two items in hand. He thought to himself: "This time, my old pig has truly come down to earth and made a great impact!" The villa of the Ouyang family in Mingyue Mountain Resort. On the second floor, in a room, Gao Zhongming and Gao Qingxue were conversing. "Dad, here are the detailed profiles of all the shareholders of Saint Dora Mary Business School—please take a look!" Gao Qingxue handed over a stack of documents to Gao Zhongming. Gao Zhongming took them and glanced through them, then said, "Our shareholding is only 30%—that's quite low. We should increase our investment in education. In other words, we now have the capability to serve as board directors!" "Gao Qingxue said nothing but took a deep breath and remarked, 'Just recently, I attended a board of governors meeting where new rules were established. Besides having a relatively strong shareholding, there's another crucial condition: the children of the board members must be among the top-performing students academically!' 'Doesn't this rule seem fair?' Gao Zhongming questioned. 'If our son, Gao Liang, can outperform that Qiu Xinxue Yue, I believe this will work. The problem is, our son doesn't particularly enjoy school!' Gao Qingxue sighed helplessly. 'Big sister! You're absolutely right—I don't like school much. But don't forget, we are the real board members!' Gao Liang had entered quietly at some point, holding his fists tightly, his eyes full of determination and a clear sense of determination to win. 'Exactly,' said Chen Jiang, stepping in to agree. 'Well said! What a promising son!' Gao Zhongming praised enthusiastically. "I've decided! I'll be enrolled tomorrow!" High Hongming's words struck like a strong stimulant, piercing his nerves with extraordinary excitement. Yet, after the excitement, he shook his head and said, "But you didn't pass the evaluation!" "Yes, High Hongming! According to school regulations, students must pass an exam to be enrolled!" High Qingxue said, then, like her father, shook her head firmly, "You won't make it!" "Sir, Madam! Our young master has passed the evaluation!" Chen Jiangliu, as a witness, happily declared. "Son! Is this really happening?" High Hongming was simply unable to believe it was true. "How could it be! I've learned about that exam paper—it was quite challenging!" High Qingxue shook her head vigorously, like a seashell being rocked back and forth. Yet High Hongming's confident expression conveyed clear certainty. At the right moment, Chen Jiangliu recounted in full the incident of High Hongming's recognition at the Outstanding Students' Awards Ceremony, leaving them utterly amazed. "Son! Truly impressive!" Gao Zhongming once again expressed his admiration. "Gao Liang, sister, I'm going to give you all my support—we believe the board of governors is ours!" Gao Qingxue was cheering for Gao Liang. "My dear, I'll light several incense sticks for you, and the deities will surely answer!" Just then, Dong Lingyun arrived at the room and heard their conversation, delighted, and joined in. "Dad, Mom, and elder sister—don't worry! This time, I'm certain to succeed in returning to campus!" Gao Liang raised his right hand and tapped it once, speaking with bright confidence. "Yes! Gao Liang is the best of us! Xiao You! Go ahead! Xiao You! I have full confidence in you!" Chen Jiangliu, standing by, clenched his fists and shouted encouragement for Gao Liang. Gao Liang smiled confidently, and the whole family joined in. It seemed that this time, Gao Liang's return to campus would surely be full of excitement. Yet, George remained unconvinced, saying, "You dare challenge me? That's like an egg hitting a stone—overestimating your strength. If I At least, I'm sparing you one arm or one leg! That's my special favor!" "George! George! Don't hurt him! He can't stand against you! As long as you don't harm him, I'll do anything!" Kinnana saw a crowd suddenly surge out from beside George—each person wearing sunglasses, armed with weapons, some even holding real guns—the scene terrifying. So she pleaded. "Kinnana, don't intercede for me! For you, I'd die!" Haoliang was filled with passion. Now, he had completely set aside his own life. "Fire! Wound his legs!" George ordered. "Bang!" High-liang's left leg was struck by a bullet, and he lost his balance, collapsing to the ground, blood flowing. Yet Haoliang did not yield. He struggled on the ground, gritting his teeth, using his hands to push himself up, only to fall again. "Kneel! As long as you kneel before me, I'll give you a chance to live!" George's face was contorted with fury, while Jinan held onto his衣corner, pleading with him to spare Gao Liang. The more Jinan pleaded, the more delighted George became. Watching Gao Liang's already battered leg, he felt a surge of joy—he had finally found his match! "Gao Liang, you wanted to fight me? Then go ahead and die!" Yet Gao Liang did not kneel. He remained upright, bracing himself on his uninjured leg and using his hands to steady himself, staggering to his feet with great difficulty. When Jinan shouted, "Don't shoot!" a second sharp "bang" echoed—the gunshot struck Gao Liang's other leg. Now with both legs injured, he could no longer support his body and collapsed, "thud" falling to the ground—remarkably, he landed on his knees. Unfortunately, he faced away from George, not toward him. George was furious. "Gao Liang! I told you to kneel! Why didn't you?" He stormed forward, his sturdy shoes stomping hard on Gao Liang's injured knees, shouting, "I told you not to kneel! I told you not to kneel! You're going "Highlight endured the pain, glaring fiercely at George without even humming. This resolute man moved golden Nana to tears. 'Give me the gun—I'm going to kill him!' George took a short rifle from the guard and aimed it at Highlight's forehead, ready to pull the trigger. Unexpectedly, a voice cried out from the crowd: 'Bad news! Bad news! The Singularity Electrical Building is on fire!' George quickly turned to see the central section of the building blazing, the flames now spreading rapidly with the wind, engulfing adjacent floors. Chaos reigned within the floors. He immediately halted the rifle, issuing orders: 'Get to the fire! Quickly head to the CEO's office!' The guards rushed upward in a flurry. George still wouldn't let go of Highlight—he needed to eliminate him swiftly. Once the guards had moved away, he drew out the short rifle and kept it pointed at Highlight's forehead. 'George! Please don't kill him! Just give him a chance to live, and I'll do anything you ask!' Golden Nana pleaded continuously. 'No way!' "Only by eliminating this persistent threat can I rest peacefully!" George scoffed, just as he was about to pull the trigger, when a gunshot struck his leg. "Ah!" For the first time, George felt the pain of being hit, rolling around in agony. "Bang!" A second shot struck his other leg. "Ah!" George began to howl like a pig being slaughtered. High Light was puzzled. Suddenly, two figures leapt out and lifted him, carrying him toward the darkness. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunfire followed from behind—his bodyguards were firing—but the two figures moved with remarkable agility, skillfully dodging the barrage of bullets. ... When High Light awoke, he found himself lying on a hospital bed in a private hospital in New York. David arrived with two tall, close-protected bodyguards, bowing to the now-awake High Light and saying, "Mr. Li! These two are my fellow soldiers from the U.S. Marine Corps—one is Bill, the other is Andrew. They are willing to serve Mr. Li to the very last." "Highlighted gestured for them to rise and spoke in a soft voice: 'Since you're so willing to serve me, I will never let you down!' David stepped forward and said, 'Mr. Li, rest and recover!' Highlight nodded in agreement. Bill and Andrew then withdrew. Highlight asked David to elaborate on the current situation at Electronic Arts in the United States. David began: Originally, under Highlight's leadership, the 'Need for Speed' game series at Electronic Arts had been continuously updated and improved, resulting in steady growth in performance. However, suddenly, the capital raised from the American public was taken over by a consortium—specifically, the Rockefeller Consortium, which ranks among the top ten financial dynasties in the U.S. and operates independently of the national government. As for George, how he became the CEO of Rockefeller overnight remains utterly puzzling." To be sure, George's very first move upon taking office was to target Electronic Arts, buying its shares at a low price and selling them at a high one, thereby eroding the confidence of original shareholders who gradually withdrew their investments and shifted to other holdings. This has led to a steady decline in Electronic Arts' performance, leaving Miss Jinanana unable to sustain the company. George even threatened, "If Miss Jinanana doesn't report to Rockefeller Center, I won't hesitate—Electronic Arts will vanish from America right away. Moreover, he intends to claim Miss Jinanana's beauty for himself. Highlight was nearly overwhelmed; he clenched his fists and declared, "George, I'm here—your schemes won't succeed! The old guard will prevail, no matter how strong you are—we won't back down!" David shook his head, his expression bitter. "We must strike at his core strengths. After all, his position and status have changed dramatically. In the United States, we have to act with caution—otherwise, we'll suffer adverse consequences!" "What should we do?" Hao Liang asked. "Bill, Andrew!" David called out, and the two immediately entered. "You must absolutely obey Mr. Li. Protect him at all costs! I'm going to visit Electronic Arts personally to check on George's work records. If I find anything significant, I'll come right back to report to Mr. Li immediately!" "Go ahead and do so!" Bill and Andrew smiled reassuringly. They now saw Gao Liang had already gotten up from bed on his own, moving around smoothly as if nothing had happened. "Wow! Amazing! He's able to walk right after surgery! Outstanding! Outstanding! Li General!" Bill and Andrew both exclaimed in amazement. What on earth was going on? Even Gao Liang himself was surprised—since he had been practicing the "Decoding the Secret" dual-path method, his body had healed remarkably quickly. The bullet wounds in his legs had been removed, and the incisions had healed rapidly, closing completely as if they had never existed. This was truly extraordinary. The "Decoding the Secret" had now revealed a new function: to decode and revitalize the body, enabling swift recovery and unlocking its full potential. Gao Liang had personally benefited from it. Yet, he was puzzled—there was a clear instruction: daily dual-path practice was required, without interruption! Old Li can't do without beautiful women—every day, without fail. Now Old Li is in the U.S., with neither his primary nor secondary wives nearby. How can he practice dual cultivation? How can he tap into his full potential? Gao Liang is genuinely at a loss. "Come on! Let's go for a walk!" Under Gao Liang's leadership, Bill and Andrew, his two personal bodyguards, follow closely. Broadway in New York City is a major north-south road, stretching from Battery Park in the south to the north across Manhattan. The New York City Subway's Broadway Line and Seventh Avenue Line run beneath it. Because of the numerous theaters located along both sides of the avenue, Broadway has become synonymous with American theater and musical theater. Broadway is the name of a street in Manhattan, New York. For many years, its central section has served as a hub for commercial theater entertainment, and thus the term "Broadway" has come to stand for American theater activities. No street in the world evokes as much imagination as Broadway. Today, Broadway stands as the embodiment of American modern musical theater and the American entertainment industry. Each year, millions of tourists from around the globe visit New York to experience Broadway musicals. The English translation of "Broadway" literally means "Wide Street"—a road that existed well before New York City's urban planning in 1811. Its core area is centered around 42nd Street, near Times Square, where dozens of theaters are clustered. To Americans, Broadway is synonymous with opera and drama—belonging to American opera. Yet in other continents, such as Europe and Asia, people typically refer to it as musical theater. Highlight and Bill, Andrew arrived at Broadway Street, where they saw large, vibrant posters showcasing musicals, and felt an immediate urge to see one. Bill and Andrew, seeing that Mr. Li was deeply interested in China's traditional music and dance culture, immediately became enthusiastic and invited him to the largest opera house in the middle section—the "American Met Opera"—where they bought tickets on his behalf. They then joined the steady stream of audience members entering the theater. "Wow! What a grand and magnificent setting!" High-light, being there for the first time at one of America's most renowned theaters, could hardly contain his admiration. The three of them found a seat in the front row and sat down side by side. The performance began promptly. Thank you to our friends for your continued support through book reviews! The elegant host, dressed in a stunning evening gown, excitedly announced to the audience of over 50,000: "Ladies and gentlemen! An exciting program is about to begin! Please welcome the ballet and dance troupe from the National Center for the Performing Arts in China, who will present the dance piece *Tang of the King of the Chariot*—please give them a warm welcome!" "As soon as the words were finished, Director Dong of the China National Grand Theatre Ballet and Dance Company brought onto the stage a group of 28 young performers, who alternated between singing and dancing, earning enthusiastic applause from the American audience. High-light noticed that among these young performers, one seemed so familiar—he just couldn't place who it was. Just as he was pondering, a voice from the crowd suddenly cried out, 'Not satisfying! Not satisfying! The dance steps are not fresh, and the performances lack emotional depth!' This was a well-known American arts critic, Chris, a seasoned reviewer of the Broadway opera houses. As soon as Chris spoke, the crowd stirred. 'Yes! Yes! Absolutely not satisfying! We're leaving!' Many people began to rise from their seats and started to move toward the exits. Dong, the artistic director in charge of this Broadway performance in New York, was stunned. For this Broadway show, he and his troupe had worked tirelessly, day and night, even utilizing weekends, putting in months of effort—only to end up with such a disastrous performance. In his international performance history, this had never happened before. What could he do? A major financial loss was one thing, but more importantly, the National Centre for the Performing Arts is one of China’s most prestigious theaters! To have such a collapse in New York—clearly a blow to Chinese dignity! No, he couldn’t let it go. Immediately, Dong brought on a young female actress from the China Film Academy and replaced the underperforming male actor. The result was effective, though not dramatic—neither the female actress’s fault nor the issue of the performance, but clearly the male actor’s. The King of the Chariot in "The Farewell to the King" had to perform not only to please Chinese audiences, but also to win over American viewers—since 80% of the audience on site were Americans, and the box office revenue was largely funded by them. If Americans didn't like it, how could the company possibly earn money? Then it would have to go back home. The General Director made one final effort: in the third set of axes of Chen Yijing, the last one was personally taken on by him, stepping into the lead role as King Xiang, the hero of the story. Clearly, the audience's interest had been captured, yet when they felt confident, a flaw emerged. The American audience collectively exclaimed: "It's too Chinese—lacking in connection!" "Still not engaging? Good grief! I'm not watching anymore!" Many Americans expressed their frustration. "Stop performing! Please refund our tickets!" One American even lifted a large banner reading "Refund" and pushed it so forcefully that the General Director was knocked off his feet onto the stage—complete, complete. This performance had truly come to an end.