He was utterly convinced now. He had strained his eyes through binoculars just to make out two warships, one large and one small, in the distance, yet Wang Zhuo had seen them without any optical aid. What kind of eyesight did this man possess?

If only Heidegger and the other military personnel understood Chinese, they too would have been greatly astonished. A soldier's eyesight is paramount; it was no exaggeration to say they were all sharpshooters among ordinary folk. Yet, just when the Royal Princess could only be detected via radar, Wang Zhuo had already spotted two distinct battleships, one large and one small, anchored on the sea!

Seeing them was one thing, but anyone who has flown knows that the distance between "seeing" and "arriving" is still substantial. On land, there's the saying, "Talking about mountains tires the horse"; at sea, especially in the air, this holds even truer. Fortunately, the helicopter was fast.

Another twenty minutes passed, and at last, they reached the vicinity of the Royal Princess! The British certainly knew how to conduct business. The helicopter began a slow circle around the Royal Princess, while Heidegger started briefing them on the retired aircraft carrier’s standard specifications and history.

Like a vintage car, its past was a significant factor in its valuation. For the aristocracy, recounting how their prized vehicle narrowly missed hitting the Queen’s dog on a specific date was excellent fodder for conversation. Looking down from the air, the Royal Princess was indeed a colossal vessel.

Several Super Puma helicopters were already parked on its deck, and the figures standing there resembled tiny ants. The accompanying destroyer was completely dwarfed, and the speedboats floating nearby looked as delicate as matchboxes beside a computer monitor. "What a massive ship!" Li Mingxu whispered softly, raising his camera and snapping pictures furiously.

Wang Zhuo also felt a profound sense of expansion in his chest. The flight deck of this aircraft carrier was far larger than a soccer field; hosting a small sports day on it would be effortless. If nothing else, the sheer scale of it had already conquered his heart.

Prior to this, Wang Zhuo’s grandest "toy" had been nothing more than an oversized Mercedes RV. Though it contained a conference room, a bar, a bathtub, and a circular master bedroom, compared to a ship of this magnitude, it was utterly insignificant. Even Maimeng’s custom Airbus A380 boasted a holographic cinema and a luxury ballroom capable of hosting mid-sized parties—the difference was staggering.

But this behemoth below was something entirely different! Just then, Zhou Jiyuan exclaimed admiringly, "See that? The Super Pumas fit up there easily.

You could park ten or eight without issue." Wang Zhuo nodded in agreement repeatedly. Of course—the carrier deck was long enough for fighter jets to take off and land; parking a few vertical take-off and landing helicopters was child's play! Zhao Yu pointed downward, "Quite a few people down there.

Three helicopters have already arrived." "Most are just here to observe, very few genuinely intend to buy," Wang Zhuo replied with a relaxed smile. "That’s how our Arab friends operate. They are mostly here to show support for the British Ministry of Defence.

They will only step in to buy it if no one else wants it, offering the British a face-saving deal." The others were left speechless. Li Mingxu managed a wry, subdued chuckle, "So that’s how it is..." "And if they buy it, will they resell it?" Kang Yangqiu asked curiously. Wang Zhuo smiled faintly and spread his hands.

"They'll scrap it for iron." The group was left with nothing but speechless awe. People from the oil nations were truly born holding golden keys; money was no object to them! The reality was just that.

Take Abu Dhabi, for instance: citizens receive completely free healthcare and education from birth, their community services rival those of developed nations, and everyone receives the equivalent of over ten thousand RMB monthly without working. There is not a single beggar in the entire country. The government's birth subsidy alone is enough to hire a professional foreign nanny to care for the mother and infant's healthy growth.

The helicopter circled the Royal Princess three full times before landing smoothly on the deck. The sea wind was quite strong, and as Wang Zhuo and the others disembarked, they immediately felt a chill. Staff members promptly brought over standard-issue British Army green felt overcoats, offering warmth to the esteemed guests from a foreign land.

The officer in charge of today’s viewing was a Lieutenant Colonel named Morning, who, despite holding the same rank, appeared far more professional and capable than Lieutenant Colonel Churchill. Another Super Puma descended slowly. Wang Zhuo watched with a faint smile as, moments later, Aileen Top and her entourage stepped onto the deck.

Morning immediately stepped forward to greet them warmly, not toward the superstar Aileen Top, but toward the elderly man whose arm she was holding, rendering him a crisp salute. It turned out the old gentleman was named MacTop, a retired Royal Navy officer. Although his rank only reached Colonel, slightly higher than Morning’s, he had commanded Morning’s commanding officer.

The two shared a significant history. What Wang Zhuo found fascinating was the affectionate way old man MacTop studied the decommissioned carrier. Observing their conversation, Wang Zhuo realized this elder had actually served aboard the Royal Princess for over a decade.

His youth had been spent on this very vessel! That explained everything. Aileen Top's grandfather was an 'old acquaintance' of the Royal Princess.

Now, the nation was selling off this retired aircraft carrier to alleviate military budget strains. Perhaps after today, the warship would be bought by some foreigner, refitted, and given a new purpose. It was only proper for his granddaughter, Aileen Top, to accompany the old man for this farewell to his old friend.

Wang Zhuo finally understood the real reason for Aileen Top’s presence and couldn't help but smile knowingly. Due to the distance, Aileen’s group hadn't noticed Wang Zhuo. While Wang Zhuo was momentarily distracted, Liu Jieming and his party of five also disembarked.

This time, the British staff performed their duty: a Sergeant introduced Liu Jieming, the slightly overweight young man leading their small group, gesturing toward Wang Zhuo’s vicinity. Seeing that Liu’s group remained somewhat reserved and did not approach, Wang Zhuo chuckled and waved expansively. "Let's go over and introduce ourselves." He wondered how many other Chinese groups were there to inspect the ship.

He might even run into someone he knew, as everyone involved in considering the purchase of a decommissioned carrier—a massive toy—was invariably top-tier in China's circles of wealth and influence. The asking price was quite cheap, and there were certainly affluent countrymen who could afford it, but the subsequent maintenance costs were an absolutely staggering black hole. Halfway across, Wang Zhuo noticed Liu Jieming had recognized him, his face shifting with apprehension and uncertainty, when suddenly several tall foreigners stepped out from an oblique angle, blocking their path.

Seeing the stiff expressions on these high-nosed, deep-eyed Caucasians, Wang Zhuo raised an eyebrow and asked coolly in English, "What is it?" "China, Wang?" a man of about six-foot-three, similar in height to Liu Jieming, asked playfully. Wang Zhuo paused briefly. Wang in English sounds like want, and hearing the man say it felt oddly peculiar, almost like "China's Want," completely different from the intended sound.

Should he feel flattered? Wang Zhuo gave a self-deprecating inner chuckle. Seeing that the men looked hostile, he merely tilted his head, confirming their question.

Once certain he was indeed Wang Zhuo, the foreigner snorted, and the four men shifted slightly, subtly forming a loose circle. The leader began speaking in a rush of words. As soon as he started, Wang Zhuo understood: these four were Americans.

No wonder their spoken English was a bit awkward, like listening to an English dialect. "You want me to get lost?!" Wang Zhuo asked, torn between laughter and exasperation, pointing toward Major Heidegger, who was quickly approaching. "This is British territory, and I am their guest.

On what grounds do you few Americans demand I leave?" Another American immediately barked back, "Chinese pig, don't think you can get away with acting so cocky just because you used us Americans as guinea pigs!" This left Li Mingxu and the others utterly confused. People argue faster than usual, and their listening comprehension was already average. Now, they could only tell that Wang Zhuo and the Americans had started a confrontation immediately upon meeting, but they had no idea of the cause and effect!

"Forty-something years old, and still so quick to anger," Wang Zhuo glanced dismissively at the American, shaking his head with disdain. This only fueled the man’s anger further. Among Caucasians, some blond, blue-eyed ethnicities mature the fastest, but they are also the ones who age the quickest globally.

This man looked over forty but was barely thirty-five. Wang Zhuo’s creed was to "strike the face when hitting, and expose weaknesses when insulting." This single sentence made the brother so furious he saw stars. "You better leave here immediately," the tall leader warned sternly.

"Don't think that just because this is British ground, we won't do anything to you. If you ignore our advice, you'll be the one to suffer the consequences." Wang Zhuo felt a wry smile coming on. So, angry, nationalistic youths weren't solely a Chinese phenomenon; the US had plenty of them too.

These fellows felt insulted because he had offered the Life Ark for American testing, and running into the main subject here, they were determined to put him in his place! He could easily imagine that if they were on American soil instead of British territory, he wouldn't be met with stern threats and warnings, but likely a punch straight to the face! "Don't you smile!" The tall man jabbed a finger toward Wang Zhuo's nose in a condescending warning.

"If you want to use guinea pigs, go to India next time. Americans won't welcome you here!" "Uh..." Wang Zhuo scratched his chin, then, deliberately provoking, turned his face away and loudly hailed several turbaned ship inspectors. "My Indian friends over there, a few American friends here are asking you to step over for a moment!"

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