In Penghai City, inside a skyscraper that soared into the sky, Cheng Zihao was lying on a gaming chair, wearing virtual glasses, when suddenly there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in." Cheng Zihao switched the mode of his virtual glasses to reality mode and looked at a middle-aged man who walked in from outside.
After the middle-aged man came in, he closed the door first, and then said in a slightly flattering tone: "Boss, the Binhai City Starry Sky Fighting Arena has decided to fire Xu Jingming. I changed my account to contact Xu Jingming, but Xu Jingming blocked me again."
"Really decisive." Cheng Zihao, with fair skin, smiled. "Li Miaomiao blocked me, and Xu Jingming also blocked us. The two of them are really interesting. Is this what they call a love stronger than gold? Hahaha... really interesting. By the way, where is Li Yuanping? He is Li Miaomiao's uncle."
"Li Yuanping went to see Li Miaomiao's parents in person, but Li Miaomiao's parents obviously approved of Xu Jingming as a son-in-law and kicked Li Yuanping out," said the middle-aged man.
"She's so useless."
Cheng Zihao frowned slightly. "This Li Miaomiao is really different from other singers. Doesn't she care about fame and fortune?"
"She has changed her live broadcast platform. The latest live broadcast was on Micro World," the middle-aged man said helplessly. "And she has never signed a long-term contract with our platform. She only broadcasts once a month. She has never cared about making money from live broadcasts. She is very Buddhist. Boss, what should we do next?"
"Li Miaomiao and Xu Jingming are both public figures, and their attitudes are so tough. Forget it. There are many things I like in this world, and I can't get them all." Cheng Zihao shook his head. "Let's put Li Miaomiao's matter aside for now. But continue to pay attention to her... People will change. I don't believe that she has always cared about fame and fortune."
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded and smiled. "She may still be young. Now she is in her early twenties and may not care about fame and fortune, but in a few years, after being beaten by society and realizing the importance of fame and fortune, she may change."
"If she becomes snobbish in a few years, I may not look down on her." Cheng Zihao said calmly. "Go down."
"Yes," the middle-aged man said respectfully, leaving.
Cheng Zihao's virtual glasses switched back to immersive mode. To him, Li Miaomiao was merely a minor incident in his life, one he didn't care about at all.
Within immersive mode, a vast stock market screen appeared, and Cheng Zihao watched. The capital market was what truly mattered to him.
"Why did Tiger Shark's stock price drop 8% today? I don't see any negative news?" Cheng Zihao couldn't understand. Such a large-cap stock like Tiger Shark Group rarely saw such a sharp drop.
"Dad ordered that, to diversify the risk, all my investments must not touch Tiger Shark Group. I'll let Dad worry about it." Cheng Zihao didn't dwell on it.
The family's largest asset was 8.2% of Tiger Shark Group stock, so of course he cared. However, according to family rules, his personal wealth had no connection to Tiger Shark Group. As for the Tiger Shark Group's stock plummeting? His father, Cheng Liwei, had controlled the group for over thirty years, and Cheng Zihao still had great faith in his father's abilities.
In Beijing, inside a Chinese-style villa, apart from a robot butler, there was only one elderly man living in the villa.
A burly old man sat at the table, devouring several cloves of garlic, munching on beef, and taking a few bites of cooked vegetables.
He was none other than Liu Hai, a legendary figure in the world of martial arts—"Fierce Tiger" Liu Hai.
At the age of forty-five, he participated in the first World Martial Arts Tournament, competing against masters from around the world. Only the top thirty-two in the world rankings were eligible! Most of the participants were around thirty years old, making Liu Hai a decidedly advanced competitor.
He had qualified for five consecutive tournaments, placing in the top three each time, and even taking first place in the fifth! He had been the head coach of the Xia national team for twenty years!
In terms of legendary status, only two other martial arts masters in Xia have rivaled him in the past thirty years. In terms of seniority, he was the oldest, and most of Xia's top professional martial artists had to call him "Master."
Now in his seventies, Liu Hai still spent six months each year in seclusion, dedicated to arduous training.
For example, he ate five meals a day, primarily beef, supplemented by vegetables and other side dishes. He couldn't handle anything less, given the intensity of his training.
"Hmm?" Liu Hai's tiger eyes radiated a domineering aura. Domineering aura is a mysterious concept, a powerful biomagnetic field born from a formidable physique. Standing 1.92 meters tall and weighing 110 kilograms, Liu Hai managed to place in the top three in the first five World Martial Arts Championships, even though the rules were the most imperfect, and he remained uninjured. This demonstrates his astonishing physical prowess and skills.