Let us set aside Gao Yuan's calculations and return our attention to He Zhenghao.

Gripped by restless anxiety, he spent another ten days or so scraping together the full hundred million contribution points.

Then, following Gao Yuan's advice, he quietly waited for Li Fan's next command.

The wait was excruciating.

However reasonable Gao Yuan's reasoning had sounded, it was still personal speculation. As for what the Secretary-Envoy was truly thinking, who could say for certain?

What if he actually intends for me, He Zhenghao, to manage that hundred million contribution points?

His face remained composed, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and his heart filled with trepidation. He felt like...