Chapter 56 - Chapter 55: Game of Thrones

"Li Wei, I need your help."Yogan didn't bother with pleasantries. He went straight to the point, his tone clipped but steady. "I want to start my own investment company."On the other end of the line came a small chuckle. "Of course," Li Wei replied, "that's the smartest move you could make. With your current net worth, professional wealth management is essential, and my team—""No." Yogan cut him off before he could finish. "You misunderstand me. I'm not looking for someone to manage my money. I want to establish a platform for capital operations. I'm putting in three hundred million U.S. dollars to start."Silence.Not the polite silence of someone thinking, but the stunned kind. The line hissed faintly between them. Five full seconds passed before Li Wei found his voice again, and when he did, the shock was obvious."Yo…Yogan," he said slowly. "I take back what I just said. Tell me. What exactly do you want to do?""Three things." Yogan's thoughts were already neatly arranged like pieces on a chessboard. His voice was calm but each word landed like a stone."First, find the right people for me. I want the highest-level team you can assemble. Recruit a CEO from a place like Blackstone or Goldman Sachs—someone who understands both offense and defense in capital operations. Under him, I want a cadre of ruthless, brilliant graduates from the most prestigious schools in the world. They must know how to make my money grow."He paused to let that sink in."Second, this company is not just about making money. I will give them a list of sectors—industries that look insignificant now but will disrupt the world in the future. Artificial intelligence, new energy, biotechnology. I want my flag planted in every future trend before anyone else."His tone dropped a notch, heavy now, like a hammer striking an anvil."Third, and most importantly, I want to put down roots in the United States using this company. I don't want to be a visitor at the casino table; I want to become part of the casino itself."Li Wei held his breath as Yogan continued."I'm only aiming for money," Yogan said, "but if my money can be tied to the livelihoods of tens of thousands of people in this country; if my name can be carved into the endowment walls of Harvard and Yale; if my foundation can help every segment of this society…" He inhaled slowly. "Only then will I have a truly solid foundation."On the other end of the line, Li Wei sat back, staring at the ceiling of his office. What kind of fighter was this? He wasn't hearing a sportsman talk; he was hearing a strategist, a ruler. Yogan wasn't playing a simple money game. He was laying the groundwork for a fortress built of capital and influence."I see!" Li Wei's voice had a new note of excitement. "Yogan, you've given me a challenge, but also the most thrilling assignment of my career. Give me one week and I'll give you a complete plan. Have you thought of a name for this company?"Yogan turned to the window. Beyond the glass the Californian night stretched dark and vast, pricked with city lights. He smiled faintly and said two words."In my place."And then, after a beat, he added: "Pangu Capital—to create the world."The words seemed to fill the room like an echo from the future. In his mind's eye, Yogan saw not just a business but an empire—a structure that would shelter his dream of fighting and perhaps one day shelter far more people than himself.---Two Lives in One BodyIn the days that followed, Yogan's life split into two distinct halves, as if he were living in parallel universes.By day he was the tireless champion of AKA, sweating on the mats with world-class wrestlers like DC and Khabib, rolling, striking, drilling until sunset. His collaboration with Coach Javier became deeper and more emotional. When the multi-million-dollar investment plan for the gym was laid out, the elderly coach's eyes glistened. "No one has ever done this for us," he whispered, nearly in tears.By night, however, Yogan transformed into the mysterious founder and silent president of Pangu Capital. In the quiet of his villa's study, encrypted video calls flickered on a large screen. Wall Street's leading figures, men twice his age, presented their reports to a much younger boss they were only beginning to understand.Li Wei moved with breathtaking efficiency. Within days he had secured a CEO from Goldman Sachs, a man known for his ability to turn fledgling funds into powerhouses. Under him, a "dream team" of Wall Street elites began to coalesce—quants, analysts, sector specialists, each one recruited with precision.Yogan did not micromanage. He set direction and outcomes, nothing more. At the first general meeting he appeared via video, his image clear but his voice even clearer. His first orders were simple and direct:"Buy as much Tesla and Nvidia stock as you can without distorting the market. Form a team to research Bitcoin and invest in the entire industry chain—miners, exchanges, infrastructure. This is non-negotiable."He avoided sensitive political issues for the time being. He knew all too well that if an emerging empire entangled itself in politics before it had built enough assets and operations, it would quickly become someone else's pawn. His only task now was to accumulate capital wildly, using his foresight advantage like a sword.---The WeChat DilemmaFor all the grand strategies, there were also "small" issues—those pesky, human-scale matters that could not be ignored.One afternoon after training, David Chen approached Yogan, phone in hand, looking uneasy. Sweat still clung to his temples."Yogan," he said, "you're extremely popular now. A lot of people in China want to contact you. Celebrities, owners of internet companies, even some… people with official backgrounds. They're all asking for your private contact information through different channels. What do you want me to tell them?"Yogan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, frowning slightly. He had always hated meaningless social interactions, but he also understood that absolute isolation was unrealistic. Too much clarity leaves no fish; too much coldness alienates allies.He thought for a moment. "Give them my WeChat."David blinked. "Which account?"Yogan took the phone from his hands and personally typed a string of letters and numbers: ZH1137. Handing it back, he said, "Tell them I'm very busy and may not have time to reply. This WeChat is only for important people—my relatives, friends, and domestic athletes can add it.""Understood," David said. He saved the contact as if it were a treasure. In his mind he thought, This series of numbers is going to be a priceless business card in China one day.---Setting SailOnce these various tasks were settled, Yogan felt a burden lift from his shoulders. He stood before the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, the horizon was painted golden-red by the setting sun.Pangu Capital had officially set sail, a deep-sea giant lurking beneath the ocean of global capital. The comprehensive upgrade plan for AKA was progressing steadily; soon it would become a holy place in the hearts of fighters worldwide. The WeChat account created a flexible bridge to his home country. And all external affairs were handled by the most professional teams money could hire.Now, for the first time in weeks, he could focus his full energy on the one battlefield he truly loved—the Octagon.He slowly closed the laptop that had mobilized hundreds of millions of dollars. The soft click of the lid sounded like a demarcation line separating two worlds. Without hesitation he turned and walked to the power room, where the barbells waited.He gripped the cold steel, lifted, and felt the fibers of his muscles tear and rebuild. Sweat ran down his back, and his heart pounded in rhythm. For him, the capital games that created chaos outside—no matter how exciting—were only a means to return to his favorite place with more peace and purity.The roar of the barbell, the burning of his blood, the smell of sweat and iron. This was his cathedral.Inside the Octagon lay his true throne.And Pangu Capital was the first wall protecting that royal city.---