The fact that May and whether one should "settle down" seem utterly unrelated made Xiao Wanjun's linkage of the two concepts leave Wang Zhuo somewhat bewildered.

"A crackdown in May?" Yuan Dakai blinked his eyes.

Ding Baoji snapped back, "A crackdown up your sleeve! Can't you use your brain? Would a crackdown even touch someone like our Wang Zhuo?"

"Then I can't possibly guess," Yuan Dakai chuckled wryly. "If even Secretary Xiao won't spill the beans, how am I supposed to guess?"

Ding Baoji sighed in resignation, "Exactly. We're simply not on the same plane of existence."

Not on the same plane of existence? Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Wang Zhuo's mind, and he slapped his thigh with a loud pa! "Damn, I get it now!"

"Zhongme di?" Yuan Dakai quickly turned back to ask.

Zhongme di, a homophone for "what's up," was asking Wang Zhuo for his reasoning. However, this homophone was a bit suggestive, as a certain part of a man’s anatomy is often referred to as a 'lump' or 'swelling' when encountering a beautiful woman!

"Seriously, I’m speechless!" Wang Zhuo was a mixture of anger and amusement, tinged with a hint of triumph and surprise, grinning widely with his eyes darting around.

"What's up with this guy? Did he get hit by something?" Yuan Dakai muttered a joke to Ding Baoji.

"I don't know!" Ding Baoji shook his fat face until the flesh jiggled wildly.

Wang Zhuo roared with laughter, waving his large hand dismissively, "Right turn at the next intersection, let's hit a restaurant and drink!"

"Uh..." Ding Baoji asked in surprise, "Aren't we going to beat up that Liu fellow?"

"Let him enjoy a few free days!" Wang Zhuo waved his hand casually, as if dismissing a mere fly.

In truth, when they set out, Wang Zhuo had intended to indulge in the feeling of being a spoiled young master—sitting back with his legs crossed, letting his subordinates handle the necessary rough stuff. Lu Weimin and the female bodyguards weren't suitable for such tasks, nor were his college classmates. Ding Baoji and Yuan Dakai, being seasoned professionals, were perfect for the job!

However, a phone call from Xiao Wanjun had waylaid his plan, and later, Ding Baoji’s phrase, "not on the same plane of existence," had struck the dreamer into wakefulness.

Today was May 2nd, the very start of May, which was also a period of intense focus. The higher echelons were preparing for their leadership elections!

The change in leadership was indeed on a different plane than that of a commoner like Ding Baoji, but for Qin Xue, this was a critical time. And Wang Zhuo, not only bearing the label of the Qin faction but also being highly prominent and frequently charging ahead on the front lines, could not afford any negative news or unresolved grudges with certain powers that might arise, as that was the last thing Qin Xue wanted to see!

Qin Xue knew Wang Zhuo’s capacity for disruption all too well. Precisely because of this, he kept a close eye on Wang Zhuo’s movements. The entire political scene was currently in a delicate state; only an outsider like Liu Jieming dared to act unconventionally. Only a reckless youth like Wang Zhuo seemed utterly oblivious to the significance of the leadership transition, rolling up his sleeves, ready to start a brawl.

Understanding the reason why Qin Xue didn't want him fighting, Wang Zhuo first felt a sense of absurdity mixed with amusement. After a moment's thought, he realized it wasn't simply Qin Xue being overly cautious or paranoid. Although the leadership transition might already be a settled matter, nothing was absolute; last-minute variables could always appear. Given his relationship with the Qin family, he could very well be the catalyst that caused unforeseen ripples. Qin Xue’s caution was well-founded.

A lucky star like Wang Zhuo could sometimes morph into a ticking time bomb. Qin Xue would have loved to let him follow his nature, but his destructive capability was simply too astounding!

When the car reached the restaurant, Yuan Dakai couldn't contain his curiosity. "Wang Zhuo, what major event is happening in May?"

Wang Zhuo chuckled, lowering his voice, "The powers that be are changing, and Qin Xue told me to keep a low profile and not cause trouble at this juncture."

It's like achieving wealth and status but returning home without fanfare—living in splendor in the dark. If he kept such thrilling news bottled up and didn't brag a little to his friends, Wang Zhuo felt he would suffocate. While this betrayed a political immaturity, given Wang Zhuo's youth and his non-political status, occasional showing off was understandable.

Yuan Dakai stared blankly, not grasping the meaning of "changing." But Ding Baoji, being quicker-witted, instantly felt a jolt and hastily asked, "You mean the leadership change?"

Actually, the term "changing" was quite inaccurate. In recent years, the political situation had been fundamentally stable, public welfare generally satisfied, the system largely unchanged, and development basically secured.

So, at most, it was just a reshuffling of the leaders into new seats; there wouldn't be any major upheaval or drastic transformation.

"Holy cow—" Yuan Dakai's eyes lit up, shining brightly. "Wang Zhuo, you really are incredible; you can actually influence national leadership changes."

Wang Zhuo nearly kicked him, saying with a mix of frustration and laughter, "Brother Yuan, please stop joking. It’s more like if I were allowed to cause destruction, that would be different. Qin Xue is afraid I’ll mess things up, which is why he had Secretary Xiao give me a warning."

"Destruction is also a form of influence," Yuan Dakai asserted firmly, shaking his head. "I wish I had the skill to cause destruction, but I don't."

"Regardless, this is quite remarkable," Ding Baoji praised. "Think about it, Wang Zhuo, you’re only twenty-two, not even graduated from university yet, and you’ve already reached this level. What kind of achievements you'll have in the future is truly exciting to anticipate."

Yuan Dakai chimed in, "Exactly! Never mind anything else; just look at your knack for making money. In such a short time, you’ve amassed this fortune. Give it a few more years, and you’ll be the richest man in the country! Who knows, maybe by middle age, you'll be vying for the title of world's richest man!"

Ding Baoji nodded in agreement, "My uncle was right when he called you the Miracle Kid."

Lavished with such explicit praise, Wang Zhuo felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and chuckled, "Being the richest man is ultimately just an empty title. There are far too many hidden tycoons in this world; many can even influence an entire nation."

"So what?" Yuan Dakai said with a smirk. "You're only twenty-two, haven't finished college, and given time, you might not be any less significant than those people!"

"Right, we support you!" Ding Baoji extended his fat hand toward Wang Zhuo. "Idol, sign an autograph for me! I’m going to find a tattoo artist tomorrow to get it inked!"

Wang Zhuo immediately broke into a sweat. Although the two were teasing and joking, the underlying logic was sound: being twenty-two truly meant infinite possibilities. If his current achievements were merely due to stumbling into good luck, so be it. But with his invincible artifact, the X-ray vision, if he utilized it properly, it wasn't impossible to achieve what Yuan Dakai described—to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the giants atop the pyramids of wealth and power in the years to come!

Looking at it this way, his recent life had been too decadent, too dissolute, too complacent, and too self-satisfied!

"If I sign this, you'll really get it tattooed?" Holding up Ding Baoji’s hand, Wang Zhuo asked with a faint smile.

"Anyone who doesn't get it tattooed is a puppy!" Yuan Dakai immediately egged them on.

This was like watching a fire without worrying about chaos—playing around while gouging out an eye.

Ding Baoji hesitated, then meeting Wang Zhuo’s clear gaze, a sudden surge of courage filled him. "Write it! Whoever doesn't get it tattooed is a puppy!"

"Done!" Wang Zhuo raised his right hand, pulling out a whiteboard marker stuck into the front seat cover. He uncapped the thicker end, positioned Ding Baoji's arm correctly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and with strokes that seemed divinely inspired, wrote a line of English letters in a bold, flowing script: ing.

King—the most authoritative word in English, meaning monarch or sovereign. It also represents rule and supreme power. Although this word wasn't Wang Zhuo's name, when directly translated, it corresponded with the sound of Wang’s surname. Furthermore, getting such a tattoo was quite common and wouldn't invite misunderstanding or unnecessary speculation.

Ding Baoji had expected Wang Zhuo to write the Chinese character for 'King' (, Wáng). Seeing the English word King made him pause for a beat before he immediately exclaimed approval. In a sense, this word carried a broader implication than the Chinese character for 'king.' Using a word from a foreign tongue added an extra layer of coolness—the saying about the 'foreign monk reciting scriptures better' applied here.

"That's beautifully written," Yuan Dakai admired the four letters, surprised that the casual script Wang Zhuo dashed off possessed such sharp edge, seemingly imbued with a grand, heroic spirit.

"Get it tattooed," Wang Zhuo said proudly after examining his writing. "Brother Ding, there will come a day when people will admire this tattoo with envy. Not because it looks good or is cool, but because I, Wang Zhuo, wrote it!"

What is true dominance? This is dominance! At this moment, the sturdy Ding Baoji felt his frame tremble, Wang Zhuo's domineering aura displayed without reservation!

...

Problems solvable by money are not problems at all. Problems solvable by violence often have simpler, more effective solutions.

Wang Zhuo experienced a sudden enlightenment and made a resolution—from now on, he would stop fighting! He would conquer people with virtue!

As for how long this deeply considered decision would last, everyone who heard his earnest guarantees simply laughed it off. A man can’t change his philandering nature, and a dog can’t stop eating feces. If Instructor Wang ever stopped fighting, it wouldn't be because he restrained his nature, but because no one provoked him!

But regardless of how many empty promises Wang Zhuo made, one thing was clearly observable: ever since returning to Jiangzhou from Beijing, the man seemed to have fundamentally changed. He curbed his idle habits, spent noticeably more time studying, worked diligently, and even before sleeping, he would sometimes leap up suddenly to grab paper and pen to record sudden thoughts.

As if overnight, this man's ambition had suddenly matured. He no longer stayed up all night chasing pleasure. During intimacy, he began prioritizing quality over duration; what used to last an hour or two was now often resolved within half an hour, with both parties reaching satisfaction.

This transformation was quickly noticed by those around him, and while the women were surprised, they were generally pleased to accept it.

Once a person gets busy, time flies. May, June, July, and August—these four months passed quickly in this manner of living. Just as he was achieving significant breakthroughs in the research for his weight-loss supplement, an uninvited guest suddenly showed up at his door.