For ordinary people, a mobile phone, a computer, and a game console are not the same thing; each serves its distinct purpose. But for a computer expert, with the right data cables, they can all be merged into one, controllable at will.

In this day and age, even satellite dishes can be connected to a computer and hacked, so what is truly impossible? So, while Wang Zhuo was chatting with Irene, Si Yuan was simultaneously analyzing their communication packets on the nearby computer, successfully decoding Irene’s location.

Just as Wang Zhuo expected, Irene didn't want to reveal where she was; instead, she told him she needed space and did not wish to be disturbed. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.

Am I quite famous? You must be very troubled by it recently?” “Don’t apologize.

You haven’t done anything wrong; we are both victims. As for trouble, I’ve actually benefited from your notoriety; the number of people who admire me has skyrocketed.” “What about those who curse you?

How many do you suppose there are?” “…I think it’s better not to guess, but certainly fewer than those who envy me.” “Sigh, I’m ruined this time, no matter what.” “Don’t worry. There’s an old saying in China: the cart will find a way when it reaches the mountain; there’s no river too wide to cross, no hurdle too high to clear.

Everything will be alright.” “I’m terrified right now, I don’t know how to face the public, how to apologize to them.” “Remember, you did nothing wrong. If you don’t want to face them, then don’t.

If you don’t want to apologize, then don’t.” “But my movie is about to premiere, and my fans are waiting for an explanation from me… I even need to earn money to support my family.” “Don’t worry about those things. I’ll handle it for you.” “?y?” Just then, Si Yuan snapped her fingers with a sharp pa!: “Done!” “Where is she?!” Wang Zhuo immediately looked up from his phone screen.

“America, Hawaii State, Ma’vel Island.” Si Yuan rapidly brought up a satellite map on the computer, zooming in quickly on the Pacific, pinpointing one of the pea-shaped islands among the Hawaiian archipelago and showing it to Wang Zhuo. “This is a private island, under a long-term lease agreement with the State of Hawaii.

It must be the vacation retreat of some hidden billionaire.” Wang Zhuo paused slightly: “A private domain? So I have no right to land on the island?” Si Yuan chuckled playfully: “Theoretically, yes.

You would need authorization from the owner to approach within one nautical mile of that small island.” Private it may be, Wang Zhuo laughed dismissively, “Who cares? Let’s go see first.” “How do you plan to do it?” Si Yuan asked excitedly.

Life should be colorful like this! Wang Zhuo didn’t answer, but quickly sent a message to Irene on his phone: “Don’t ask me why, because you belong to me.” From far behind, his mother’s call for dinner reached him, but Irene was oblivious, staring blankly at the domineering declaration on the screen: "beue f yu belng me." Although the grammar was a little awkward, why did it feel so warm?!

… Wang Zhuo was a man of action; as soon as he finished typing, he used another phone to call a friend he had recently befriended—Prince Maimon of Abu Dhabi! Maimon had left Britain two days after Wang Zhuo.

By the time he departed, his pneumonia had been completely cured, thanks to Wang Zhuo diagnosing his symptoms; otherwise, another few months of delay could have led to serious trouble, even threatening his life. They naturally hit it off, and with that shared experience, they had become close friends.

Furthermore, Wang Zhuo’s status certainly warranted the friendship of an Abu Dhabi Prince; even the oil kingdom’s wealth was just material fortune, whereas Wang Zhuo possessed genuine capability and his net worth was not inferior to Maimon’s, making them social equals as friends. After leaving Britain, Maimon went to Germany for a car show.

Coincidentally, the scandal involving Wang Zhuo and Irene’s explicit photos erupted. Maimon was astonished by Wang Zhuo’s mix of luck and misfortune, and then realized he couldn't reach his Chinese friend.

In Arab nations, sexual misconduct is a capital offense, one that used to warrant beheading. Maimon could only guess the predicament Wang Zhuo was facing and anticipated that this young man would disappear from the scene for a while, so he took it in stride with a slight smile.

When Wang Zhuo called, this fellow had just left Germany and was visiting an interchange bridge exhibition in Osaka, Japan. “Borrow a plane to Hawaii?!” Maimon was quite taken aback.

What was Wang Zhuo planning to do? “Later, when my Royal Princess is refitted, I’ll lend it to you for a spin too.

I know quite a few people with private jets, but yours is definitely the largest and most luxurious.” “My friend…” Maimon asked, caught between laughter and tears, “What are you planning to do? Use my plane to make a show?” “Yes, I’m using it to show my strength,” Wang Zhuo stated bluntly.

“You should know, although I’m usually low-key, I am never shy about flexing my muscles when the moment calls for it.” “Very well, my dear Chinese friend,” Maimon said with a wry smile and a shrug. “I’ll have to wait for you in Japan, instead of flying to China to meet you.” “I’ll be there tomorrow… oh, maybe tonight,” Wang Zhuo replied.

“So, please prepare the best guest cabin for me on the aircraft, and wait for me in Osaka.” … As a child, Wang Zhuo had heard a story about how, when his grandfather was young, he owned a brand-new Phoenix bicycle, and his friends would take turns borrowing that treasured bike when going on a blind date. And in Wang Zhuo’s generation, when Fatty Long and the others went wooing girls, they often asked to borrow Wang Zhuo’s car—this was called showing off one’s façade.

All along, Wang Zhuo believed that private jets or luxury sports cars were flashy and impractical, far inferior to the leisure of a villa or the comfort of an RV, so he hadn’t spent much money in those areas. But now, he understood: people rely on clothes, and Buddhas rely on gold plating.

Sometimes, even when one doesn't intend to posture, circumstances force one to flaunt wealth—this is known as being equal to one’s assets. If he bought a plane ticket and flew to Hawaii with a tour group, then rented a seaplane to find Irene, no matter how expensively or finely dressed he was, he wouldn’t hold his ground on her private island—it would look too shabby!

Flying in a private jet is different. Even though the plane is borrowed, it’s undoubtedly one of the world’s most expensive private jets.

Being able to borrow such a machine already signifies a distinguished status. Wang Zhuo was unwilling to give up Irene; she was the first white girl he had ever experienced in his life, and she was so beautiful, so talented, so much the center of attention, and so perfectly suited to his tastes!

When generosity is required, Wang Zhuo is never stingy; when it’s time to give face, he always gives it in abundance. For many Caucasians, whose pride runs deep, they were deeply ashamed of Irene’s actions.

A white girl of noble lineage, a dazzling star, how could she engage in such despicable acts, kneeling at a man of Yellow race’s feet, eagerly performing for him, even pandering and allowing photos to be taken? This was a disgrace to the white race!

Wang Zhuo knew many people thought this way. This narrative was gaining momentum across Western media and the internet.

Wang Zhuo’s purpose in borrowing the plane was to show them: yes, I profaned your princess, and that’s fine, but I possess the commensurate power to do so! Men are creatures driven by face, capable of anything when spurred by pride, even losing their reason or their lives.

Wang Zhuo was also a passionate man; though more rational than many, he possessed even greater spirit. The contempt from Westerners ignited his temper—you have no right to judge me, because I am the superior one.

He acted as he decided. After contacting Maimon, Wang Zhuo immediately called An Guangjia, asking him to contact his connections in the Civil Aviation Administration to arrange a flight ticket to Osaka, Japan.

“Can I have two tickets?” Si Yuan interjected wistfully, “I want to go too.” “Two tickets,” Wang Zhuo instructed An Guangjia. After arranging the flights, Wang Zhuo called Fu Xinran, delivering a stunning decree: “I heard the Airbus company has a customer service center in the Dongjiang District, specifically for VIPs.

Contact them; I want to order an A380, for private use.” “Huh?!” Fu Xinran was browsing the latest news on a Taiwanese blog. Someone had connected her to the Irene scandal photos after recalling that she had once mentioned on the blog, under the nickname ‘Bao’er,’ that her man was 250 [centimeters] long and as thick as a child’s arm—a topic that had once caused a huge stir and even made it onto variety shows.

Now, the attention was turning toward her, causing her a headache! “Um, Boss, I didn’t hear clearly,” she said with a strained smile.

Wang Zhuo had to repeat himself. He was truly energized when giving sharp orders, and being interrupted by her question disrupted his rhythm; it was quite frustrating.

“You mean you’re buying a private jet?!” Fu Xinran exclaimed in utter astonishment after hearing him, unable to stop herself from asking, “Such a major decision, why the sudden choice without consulting me beforehand?” Wang Zhuo rolled his eyes irritably and said, “I am the boss, and you are the secretary. So, when I make a decision, you only need to execute it.

Understood?” “Hmph…” Fu Xinran snorted, about to mutter something, when she heard Wang Zhuo chuckle, “What, you don’t agree? It seems you really like talking on the phone while eating something, don’t you?” Fu Xinran immediately surrendered, complaining about the “lewd fellow” before hanging up after apologizing.

Si Yuan, listening nearby, giggled like a little fox, finding Wang Zhuo’s tactic completely insane. Who would have thought that Fu Xinran, the powerhouse of Dynasty Unlimited Group, that beautiful woman whose cold, aloof image dominated the Jiangzhou business world, would be discussing business seriously on a professional call while simultaneously having to moisten that dense patch of pubic hair with saliva?

Just then, Wang Zhuo’s phone rang. Only those close to him knew this newly changed number.

He picked it up casually; it was Geng Bin, the guy who had just succeeded in losing weight. “Chief, there’s something I don’t know how to tell you…” Geng Bin’s voice contained suppressed laughter, and he spoke haltingly.

Hearing his tone, Wang Zhuo knew it wasn't good news. He laughed irritably, “Then don’t tell me.” “Then I better tell you!” Geng Bin immediately switched his stance, chuckling awkwardly.

“Just search for 250 on Taobao, and you’ll know everything!”