Wealth clubs belonged to an exclusive circle that shared a common language; perhaps not the absolute elite, but certainly the upper echelon. Those admitted to this circle were wealthy, and nothing less.

One couldn't describe them as merely "powerful and rich," because those who were only powerful but not wealthy were excluded—they wouldn't even receive an invitation. While there were instances of mutual sparring or subtle exclusion, the atmosphere was mostly characterized by the lighthearted teasing common among younger groups, interspersed with good-natured jokes.

So, when those guys teased Wang Zhuo, even if one or two comments carried a slight edge of envy, the overall tone was amicable. After all, Wang Zhuo was famous, and providing material for public amusement was part of the deal; one shouldn't take it too seriously.

What made Wang Zhuo slightly awkward was that while he could tolerate the group’s loose tongues, the crucial issue was that his own people were present. Fatty Dragon, Haozi, and Cheng Gang weren't exactly models of discretion.

If they overheard some of the club's internal gossip, it would truly become a headache. For instance, Wang Zhuo’s ongoing feuds with the Ma and Yang families in the capital, or the Tao brothers, were things these three knew nothing about—at most, they’d heard some vague rumors.

Yet, the members of the Wealth Club knew these stories by heart. There was also the recent gossip linking Wang Zhuo and Ning Yao.

The club members likely didn't believe it, treating it merely as a joke. But Fatty Dragon’s group existed on a different plane entirely and had no idea about such matters.

If this continued, those guys would get carried away... Breaking into a cold sweat, Wang Zhuo typed in the Wealth Club chat: “Who said I don’t play with sports cars and jets?” “Oh my god, Director Wang is actually here!” “What, what?

Am I seeing things? The perpetual submarine has surfaced!” “Wang Zhuo, you play with sports cars and jets?

How come we never heard about it?” “What cars do you have? Tell us!” “Sister doesn’t believe you.

You only have that one Lotus; does that even count as playing with sports cars?” The group instantly buzzed with excitement, and even many of the minor lurkers emerged. The mobile version of the Wealth Club had a notification feature, so when Wang Zhuo appeared, members who followed him received an alert.

An Guangjia had once mentioned in the chat that Wang Zhuo received this special privilege more than anyone else. In terms of popularity, Wang Zhuo was unmatched here.

The oldest member was nearing forty, the youngest just turned fourteen. The vast majority had inherited their wealth from their elders.

A self-made legend like Wang Zhuo commanded their admiration and respect. “Who is this ‘Sister’?” Cheng Gang interjected, pointing at the screen at the user with a small flower avatar who called herself ‘Sister.’ “I don’t know either…” Wang Zhuo scratched his head.

'Lotus' was another nickname for the roofless Tesla; he had only driven that red one himself for a few months. He hadn't expected a stranger to know about it.

“Wang Zhuo, did you order a plane?” Chairman An Guangjia asked. This was massive news.

Fatty Dragon, Sun Donghao, and Cheng Gang immediately pulled their attention from the screen to look at Wang Zhuo. “No, who said I ordered a plane?” Wang Zhuo typed quickly.

The three immediately looked crestfallen, having hoped Wang Zhuo was buying a jet, which would have afforded them a ride on a private aircraft. An Guangjia replied: “But didn’t you just say you play with planes too?

Did I misunderstand?” Wang Zhuo returned an awkward emoji: “I can pilot an attack helicopter, but those things aren’t exactly available for purchase…” A string of embarrassed emojis instantly filled the Wealth Club chat, mostly from the male members. Two female members followed suit, typing, “Get in line,” but many others were still confused.

“What’s an attack helicopter?” “Hehe, is there anything Director Wang can’t afford?” Someone quickly jumped in to explain to the bewildered members that an attack helicopter (, Wǔ Zhí) was military hardware, not civilian, so everyone understood. At that point, the faster typers started asking Wang Zhuo how he learned to fly an attack helicopter.

Others, perhaps more concerned with earthly matters, asked when the 'Life Ark' weight-loss drug would officially launch, and whether the gossip about him and a certain movie star was true. The Wealth Club became lively, resembling a chaotic marketplace.

Sun Donghao chuckled wryly: “So, rich people are this rowdy too…” Fatty Dragon and Cheng Gang nodded in agreement. Wang Zhuo glanced back at them and smiled lightly: “This is nothing.

A few days ago, two guys got into an argument and ended up setting up a real-life PK match at a Tae Kwon Do dojang. Many people from the group went to watch.

I was busy that day and couldn’t make it, otherwise, I definitely would have gone to see the fun.” “They even do that…” The three were utterly convinced. Wang Zhuo nodded: “After the fight, everyone went out for drinks and karaoke, shook hands, hugged,”—a gesture of letting bygones be bygones.

Only then did the three realize why Wang Zhuo got along so well with these people. It turned out this group had a genuine sense of camaraderie, not just the money-grubbing atmosphere they had imagined.

“I heard the Wenzhou Club and the Xishang Alliance are even bigger and more unified,” Wang Zhuo explained. “Plus another one called the Dahu Circle.

Those circles discuss business matters more often, unlike this Wealth Club, whose main topics are eating, drinking, and playing…” As they were talking, An Guangjia restored order and returned to the main topic: “Wang Zhuo, there’s a big toy right now that we are all very interested in, but we can’t afford it. Among our Wealth Club members, only you have the standing to even consider it.” “I saw your chat history…” Wang Zhuo replied: “The Royal Princess?

For me, marrying a princess is easy, but maintaining a princess is too difficult…” “Let’s make it membership-based…” A member immediately suggested: “…Build a yacht and helicopter club. Park the ship offshore, and members take helicopters to board.

They can entertain themselves on board or take the yacht out for a spin. Membership fees plus onboard consumption revenue would be enough to support your princess…” Fatty Dragon and the others immediately looked hopeful, secretly praying that Director Wang would buy the massive vessel!

“Uh,” Wang Zhuo sent a mischievous emoji: “If it can support itself by the ship, why don’t you buy it, Big Brother?” The man instantly broke out in a cold sweat: “Brother’s finances aren't independent; the sister-in-law controls everything tightly…” A stream of cold-sweat emojis immediately lined up, Wang Zhuo among them. After the men and women wiped away their perspiration, the brother who was heavily controlled began elaborating on his vision for the ‘Princess Club.’ As it turned out, the concept had merit, but it was still somewhat short of the goal of making the ship support itself.

However, after analyzing the figures, they concluded that this gap was likely negligible for Wang Zhuo’s financial capacity. The purchase price of over 100 million, plus several hundred million for refitting and decoration, meant Wang Zhuo could acquire this behemoth for under a billion.

After all, buying such a big toy was primarily for enjoyment, much like buying an airplane; it was a money pit. Being content if it merely covered its running costs would be a win.

Seeing Wang Zhuo lean back, deep in thought, Fatty Dragon coaxed: “Boss, I think you really should buy this thing. You aren’t short of money anyway; this is a symbol of status and prestige—the ultimate dream for so many military enthusiasts of the former naval behemoth!” Wang Zhuo glanced at him, finding the words strangely familiar… Ah!

He remembered now. It was the same feeling he had when feeding the Movie Queen sausage; the only difference was that one was the ultimate dream of a military enthusiast, and the other was the ultimate dream of a man!

Unfortunately, no matter how compliant Ning Yao was, that private affair couldn't be publicized—a bit of a regret, like enjoying luxury in obscurity. Buying an aircraft carrier, however, was different; people didn't mind knowing about this.

Without needing to show off, it attracted envy from many! The thought sparked a flicker of desire in Wang Zhuo.

Unlike those princes or tycoons buying A380s, although an aircraft carrier was also flashy, its price was relatively cheaper, and its safety coefficient was extremely high. Playing with this involved almost no risk to life; the chance of a maritime disaster was far lower than an air crash.

Furthermore, an impregnable sea palace was incredibly alluring: decking it out with a few of his own helicopters and small jets on the flight deck, and stuffing several yachts in its belly—that would be incredible… The Wealth Club members lobbied him via their computer screens, while Fatty Dragon and the others wheedled in his ear. Wang Zhuo calculated his options, suddenly recalling something his father, Wang Zhengdao, had said a few days prior.

Renting a private beach in Hawaii, leasing a few small private islands in Australia and Indonesia, and circling the globe on his private aircraft carrier—good heavens, how happy could life be? The Mouse Grouper was one of the more delicious varieties of rockfish, and consequently, not cheap.

Siyuan had spent over two thousand yuan on this particular Mouse Grouper. Fatty Dragon and his group had become minor nouveau riche over the past two years and knew good quality; they didn't waste it, treating it as an ordinary sea fish during the meal.

Admittedly, the young girl’s cooking was quite good; delicious. After the three hopeful companions departed, Wang Zhuo began searching online for policies regarding the rental of private beaches in Hawaii and small islands in various coastal nations.

He also looked up the expenses and relevant regulations for maintaining the Royal Princess. After the dissolution of the Soviet Union, the unfinished third-generation aircraft carrier Varyag was divided and given to Ukraine, later sold to China and eventually commissioned after extensive refitting.

The Royal Princess, however, had a history much older than the Varyag. It no longer held any military value in modern warfare; besides military conversion, its only other option was being scrapped for metal.

As for scuttling it to create an underwater theme park, such parks were ridiculously common nowadays; that path was a dead end. There were many wealthy people worldwide, but very few could afford such a massive toy.

Even Wang Zhuo was stunned when calculating the costs. Buying it wasn't difficult, but maintaining it was prohibitively expensive.

An Guangjia saying that only he among the Wealth Club could 'compare' was slightly underestimating the colossal expense. “Are you genuinely interested in buying that ship?” After cleaning up the kitchen and living room, Siyuan curiously leaned over.

Wang Zhuo and the others had been discussing the ship during dinner, sparking her interest. “A little bit,” Wang Zhuo replied with a smile.

“If I had a ship like that, I’d rent a private beach in Hawaii so wide the horizon disappeared, set up a few thatched palm huts, and go play on my boat. Eating seafood I caught myself, sunbathing, and swimming during the day, then lighting a bonfire for a barbecue at night…” Siyuan chuckled: “What does that have to do with the ship?

You could fly there…” “That’s entirely different. With the ship, I could also sail around the world—go to Hokkaido for sashimi, hunt bears in the Arctic, and step onto the Antarctic continent to take pictures with penguins.” Wang Zhuo launched into his fantasy: “And I could park a few planes on the ship—helicopters, gliders.

If there’s enough space, I could even fit a golf course, or a racetrack.” Siyuan interrupted him with a laugh: “Do you have a race track? The ship is only over 200 meters long…” “Then I’ll change it to a lawn bowls court and a dog racing track,” Wang Zhuo said with mock seriousness.

“From now on, I am the Captain. Please call me Wang Zhuo Sparro…”