I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Fei's body streaked across the sky like a silent shooting star.

The wind whistled in my ears, but was kept out by the layer of air that enveloped my whole body.

Beneath my feet, the sparse lights of the city rushed past.

Soon, a cluster of skyscrapers appeared on the horizon ahead; we had arrived in Shanghai.

Only two or three minutes had passed.

For the average person, that's only enough time to make a cup of tea or watch a few short videos.

But for him, it was enough to fly from Qingyang County to Shanghai.

Luo Fei slowed down, hovering in mid-air, overlooking the bustling city.

A river meanders through the city, and you can see the iconic Oriental Pearl Tower at a glance.

Luo Fei's gaze swept quickly across the towering buildings.

Finally, he moved and flew towards a skyscraper.

That building is considered tall even in Shanghai, at least seventy or eighty stories.

A civilian helicopter is parked on the rooftop helipad.

Luo Fei landed at the edge of the tarmac.

He looked up and checked the building's features again; they matched perfectly with the office location of Yamamoto Ichiro that he had found on the computer earlier.

He walked to the door leading into the building, but it was locked and required a key.

Luo Fei reached out and grasped the doorknob.

It was a seemingly casual, gentle pull.

With a soft "click," the internal lock cylinder broke off.

He opened the door expressionlessly and went inside.

After descending one floor along the fire escape stairs, you arrive at the office area on the top floor.

Pushing open the door to the stairwell, you'll find a carpeted corridor inside.

The corridor was long, with closed office doors on both sides.

The lighting was soft, and it was very quiet.

Luo Fei walked forward along the corridor.

The carpet underfoot absorbed all the footsteps.

Ahead, at the end of the corridor, there is a double wooden door.

A bronze plaque is inlaid on the door.

President's office.

There was a desk by the door, and a woman in business attire was sitting behind it; she was probably the secretary.

She was looking down at some documents when she suddenly sensed someone approaching and looked up.

She was stunned for a moment when she saw Luo Fei.

A young man, dressed in ordinary sportswear.

He was walking towards the office door.

The secretary's first reaction was—how did this person get up here?

Access to the top floor requires a card, and access to the elevators and stairs also requires authorization.

But then she remembered the lesson she had learned before.

On that occasion, a young woman dressed in ordinary clothes also came directly to the top floor. Following company regulations, she went up to ask if she had an appointment. When the other party said no, she politely declined.

It turned out that the man was actually the nephew of the company president, who was just visiting Shanghai and taking a look around.

As a result, she was not only severely criticized by the president, but also fined three months' worth of bonuses.

From then on, she learned her lesson: those who could get to the top floor without any obstacles either had extremely high authority or a special background, and the front desk must have already confirmed it. If she rashly tried to stop them, she would only get herself into trouble.

Thinking of this, the secretary quickly stood up, put on a standard professional smile, and asked respectfully, "Hello, are you here to see President Yamamoto?"

Luo Fei glanced at her indifferently, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly.

She walked quickly to the office door, grasped the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

"Mr. Yamamoto is in his office. Please come in."

Luo Fei walked past her and went into the office.

The secretary gently closed the door.

The office is spacious.

Behind the desk, a middle-aged man in a custom-made suit leaned back in a large leather chair, his back to the door and facing the window, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

He was squinting, thinking smugly: once he got the 10% stake in Bai Ruizhe Company, the president would definitely praise him highly, and his position at headquarters would surely rise accordingly.

The president might even transfer himself back to the domestic headquarters, promote him to managing director, and perhaps even challenge for the president's position in the future.

As for that Chinese man named Luo Fei, he was ultimately afraid and dared not oppose the powerful Yamamoto Corporation, so he obediently submitted.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a sip of coffee, the rich aroma spreading in his mouth.

Hearing the door open, he didn't even turn his head, his tone casual and somewhat nonchalant, clearly assuming it was his secretary: "What is it?"

Luo Fei remained silent, simply watching the retreating figure as it walked step by step toward the desk.

Yamamoto Ichiro waited two seconds, but received no response. He frowned slightly in annoyance and slowly turned his chair around: "I'll say it..."

He stopped abruptly when he saw who it was.

The coffee in my hand wobbled and almost spilled.

He looked at the person walking towards him.

He knew that face all too well.

I just looked at his information carefully yesterday.

But that face shouldn't be here now.

The information I found yesterday shows that Luo Fei is in Qingyang County, which is more than 1,000 kilometers away from Shanghai.

When he called earlier, Luo Fei said he would come to Shanghai to see him. He assumed that was Luo Fei's compromise, an agreement to come to Shanghai to discuss cooperation.

Normally, it would take two or three hours to get here by plane.

How long has it been since that phone call?

Yamamoto Ichiro glanced at the clock on the wall subconsciously.

It hasn't even been half an hour since he hung up the phone.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

He must have come to Shanghai yesterday after receiving my call, so he must have been in Shanghai when he answered the phone just now to be able to get here so quickly.

Yes, that must be it.

Yamamoto Ichiro quickly convinced himself.

His expression shifted from surprise to smugness, and then quickly to an arrogant confidence.

"Mr. Luo Fei!" He quickly put down his coffee cup, stood up, and his face instantly filled with a fake smile.

"You arrived so quickly! I didn't expect you to come so soon, I'm so sorry for not greeting you properly!"

He walked around the large desk, strode towards Luo Fei, and warmly extended his right hand, wanting to shake hands with Luo Fei.

Luo Fei simply watched him quietly, showing no intention of reaching out.

Yamamoto Ichiro's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, creating an awkward moment.

He chuckled dryly, casually withdrew his hand, and pointed to the chair opposite the desk: "Mr. Luo Fei, you must be tired from your journey. Please, have a seat!"

Luo Fei still didn't move.

He simply looked at Yamamoto Ichiro, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

Yamamoto Ichiro felt a little uneasy under that gaze.

But the smile on his face didn't change.

"Mr. Luo Fei, I'm so glad you could come!"

He walked quickly back to his desk, took a folder from the drawer, and placed it on the table.

"This is the equity transfer agreement we have prepared for you."

He patted the folder, his smile widening.

"Mr. Luo Fei, this is an agreement our company has prepared especially for you. You can take a look; the terms are absolutely generous."

"You just need to sign a document to transfer Bai Ruizhe's 10% share to our Yamamoto Corporation, and we will handle everything else."

"Regarding the price, rest assured, we will definitely offer the highest price. One billion Chinese Yuan, to be paid in full at once."

"In addition, we have prepared a consulting contract for you, with an annual salary of 20 million. You don't have to do anything; you can just lend your name to the company."

"If you are willing to immigrate to Japan, we can also provide the best living conditions, including luxury homes, luxury cars, beautiful women, and private doctors.

After Yamamoto Ichiro finished speaking, he looked at Luo Fei with anticipation in his eyes, but Luo Fei still did not make any move.

He opened the folder, flipped to the last page, and pushed it in front of Luo Fei.

The signature field has already been marked.

"Once you sign, the money will be deposited into any account you designate within 24 hours."

He paused, then added.

"If you want US dollars, we can also convert the payment according to the real-time exchange rate, guaranteeing your satisfaction."

After speaking, he leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on his stomach, looked at Luo Fei, and smiled with a hint of smugness and confidence, as if the shares in Luo Fei's hands were already his.

Seeing that Luo Fei was still standing there, unmoved, he spoke again.

"Mr. Luo Fei, this price is absolutely the highest on the entire planet Earth. You can inquire around; no other company can offer this price."

"Our Yamamoto Corporation sincerely wants to cooperate with you, which is why we have offered such generous terms."

He pointed to the agreement.

So, please.

"Sign it, and you'll never have to worry for the rest of your life. You'll also become our special consultant, an honor that many people would rather die than have."

The office fell silent.

Luo Fei stood there, motionless.

He looked down at the agreement.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then looked up at Yamamoto Ichiro.

"One billion? A specially appointed consultant?"

His voice was very soft.

Yamamoto Ichiro nodded with a smile.

"Yes, one billion Chinese Yuan! That's more money than you could ever spend in your lifetime!"

Luo Fei looked at him.

"Did you orchestrate my aunt's car accident?"

His voice was still very soft, but it carried a chilling coldness.

Yamamoto Ichiro's smile froze abruptly, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure in an instant.

He spread his hands, looking completely innocent, and said, "Mr. Luo Fei, what are you talking about? A car accident? What car accident?"

He frowned slightly, his tone filled with doubt and grievance, "I don't understand what you're saying. I'm a legitimate businessman, always law-abiding. How could I do something illegal? You can't wrong an innocent person."

Luo Fei didn't reply, but simply looked quietly into Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes.

When he mentioned the car accident, the pupils of those eyes contracted for a fleeting moment, but Luo Fei keenly noticed it.

He withdrew his gaze and slowly extended his right hand.

Yamamoto Ichiro's eyes lit up instantly, thinking that Luo Fei had finally decided to sign.

He quickly took a gold-colored pen from the pen holder, respectfully handed it over with both hands, and his face was full of a smug smile: "Mr. Luo, please! Once you sign, we'll be family."

Luo Fei did not take the pen that Yamamoto Ichiro offered.

Instead, it came down to the laid-out share transfer agreement.