Compared to the flight attendants' gazes, the looks from some of the male passengers contained hidden jealousy and contempt, which were entirely visible under Wang Zhuo's super vision. These kinds of looks...

Wang Zhuo was certain there would be more in the future, until he grew accustomed to them. But what did that matter?

Wang Zhuo merely smiled to himself. When the Roc soars through the nine heavens, does it not still have common birds gazing up at the few feathers beneath its belly?

These people are destined to only ever look up to him; if they enjoy their own form of self-consolation, let them have it! This mindset of Wang Zhuo both comforted himself and represented a soaring confidence and attitude toward life.

Wasn't it just becoming famous in an awkward manner? Time is the sole arbiter of truth; a fair judgment would come eventually!

... The plane landed precisely on schedule at Osaka Itami International Airport.

The cabin crew actually approached him to say hello before he deplaned, then guided him through a private passage. Passengers on the flight assumed Wang Zhuo was avoiding the media.

In reality, countless media outlets, having received the news, were already swarming the exit, waiting to interview the central figure in the latest sensational entertainment event! Although the airline strictly adheres to regulations requiring the confidentiality of passenger information, the mandatory real-name registration process for international travel meant that staff at several checkpoints would inevitably learn Wang Zhuo's identity.

As the saying goes, great rewards tempt brave men, and rules are made by people, not the other way around. Simply making a phone call to inform the media of Wang Zhuo's movements could net them tens of thousands in informant fees.

For many airline staff members, this was a worthwhile venture! The information "Wang Zhuo travels abroad" was far from cheap, unlike a piece of news about a car spontaneously combusting on the roadside.

Reporters might only pay a couple of hundred yuan for a tip on an ordinary story, but the media was willing to pay any price to capture Wang Zhuo's movements! It was one thing for domestic media, but ordinary people couldn't truly grasp how frenzied the media in developed nations could be.

They would deploy private jets for a celebrity's gossip; a single precious news photograph could easily sell for millions of dollars. The news that "Wang Zhuo is arriving in Osaka, Japan" was resold through multiple channels, and even a local television station in Japan deployed a helicopter just to reach Osaka before Wang Zhuo's plane landed, aiming to secure firsthand interview footage.

When boarding in Jiangzhou, Wang Zhuo used a private channel and avoided any harassment, so the news hadn't spread, and he hadn't felt anything unusual. But now, walking through the dedicated corridor provided by the Japanese, his (perspective vision) swept across the airport's international exit, and he was instantly startled by the array of cameras and microphones waiting outside.

"Good thing Maimeng was so well-prepared..." he murmured to himself with a wry smile. "Aren't we going to stroll around the streets of Osaka?" Siyuan asked, a little disappointed.

Wang Zhuo shook his head: "Looks like we can't go out." Not far ahead, three Middle Eastern men dressed in flowing white thobes approached them with beaming smiles. The one leading the group was Wang Zhuo's friend, Maimeng.

"My dear Wang," Maimeng chuckled in fluent English, "I rushed over here the moment I heard your plane had landed." Wang Zhuo smiled and embraced him. The Japanese ground staff member guiding them inquired briefly upon seeing someone waiting for Wang Zhuo, then bowed and departed.

"There are a lot of media waiting outside for your grand appearance," Maimeng teased. "Are you going out to greet them, or straight to my plane?" "I think I'll pass on the greeting," Wang Zhuo said with a wry smile.

"They are far too enthusiastic; that level of heat would melt me." Maimeng laughed heartily and clapped Wang Zhuo on the arm: "Then alright, welcome to my aerial domain." Exiting the passage, the group left the terminal building and stepped out onto the vast apron. Maimeng's "aerial domain" was an Airbus A380, an ultra-large, long-range wide-body jet known as the "Jumbo Jet of the Skies," a world-class 550-seater.

This aircraft boasted superior fuel efficiency and lower noise levels compared to other airliners, with a fuel consumption of less than three liters per hundred kilometers per seat—comparable to an economical family car. However, when used as a private jet, a fuel consumption of 1,800 liters per hundred kilometers was quite astonishing.

To illustrate, the flight distance from Beijing to Shanghai is 1,088 kilometers, meaning it would require twenty thousand liters of fuel. If converted to a car, how far could that go...

As soon as they stepped onto the apron, a giant aircraft parked in the distance immediately drew the attention of Wang Zhuo and Siyuan. Compared to that large aircraft, painted in yellow and white, planes like the Boeing 777 nearby looked like small chicks surrounding a mother hen—tiny and laughable—and the automobiles beside them appeared as large as grasshoppers!

The Airbus A380 is 73 meters long, half again longer than the 50-meter track used for Siyuan's physical tests at school. Its wingspan is 79.8 meters, seemingly wider than the rain gutter eaves of the Jiangzhou International Airport building.

It stands 24.1 meters tall, nearly eight stories high for a standard residential building! An aircraft as tall as an eight-story building—an absolute behemoth!

"Damn, this thing is huge," even Siyuan couldn't help letting out a soft curse upon seeing such a magnificent plane. Hearing the delicate girl next to him stick out her tongue and mumble, Maimeng knew she was expressing awe, but he deliberately asked Wang Zhuo, "What did your friend just say?" Wang Zhuo knew Maimeng was asking deliberately, perhaps with a touch of showing off.

But why buy such a huge plane if not to flaunt wealth? Wouldn't it be like casting a flirtatious glance at a blind man if no one praised it?

So Wang Zhuo chuckled and played along, flattering him: "She said your plane is really big, and you are really rich." Maimeng and his two associates burst into laughter. Maimeng said, "It seems she likes my plane very much.

Are you planning to buy one too?" "Negotiations are already underway," Wang Zhuo nodded shamelessly. In reality, he wasn't even sure if Fu Xinran had secured the Airbus company's contact number yet: "I'll need to ask you about the price and configuration later; we'll soon be colleagues in this pursuit." Maimeng was slightly surprised, then nodded happily.

Wang Zhuo's lavishness and forthrightness suited his taste perfectly! Those who enjoy Peking Opera together are called piaoyou (ticket friends); those who drive the same model of car are cheyou (car friends); those who travel together are lüyou (trekking friends).

Wang Zhuo felt they shouldn't stick to similar terminology for those who fly planes together. While "machine friends" works fine in English, using the Chinese equivalent might lead to misunderstandings about sexual orientation!

The entire world knew that Wang Zhuo's sexual orientation was absolutely normal; the label of 'gay' didn't apply to him in the slightest! The closer they got to the massive aircraft, the smaller they felt.

Unlike the Royal Princess, an airplane is meant to fly in the heavens, lending it an even grander aura. At this moment, Wang Zhuo suddenly understood something.

The reason the British Ministry of Defence had moored a medium-sized destroyer next to the Royal Princess was likely to create a comparative effect, allowing customers to tangibly grasp the sheer size of the Royal Princess. Similarly, the other airliners parked next to this A380 served the same purpose.

Walking up the boarding stairs, it truly felt like climbing a flight of stairs. Wang Zhuo looked back down at the neighboring Boeing planes with a slight grin.

Once inside the cabin, Maimeng asked, "Did you eat anything on the flight?" "A little," Wang Zhuo smiled. "Let us tour your aerial domain first, and then we can eat." "..." Maimeng nodded with a smile and gestured down the aisle: "This way, please." What would the private jet of a super-rich man from an oil nation look like?

Driven by curiosity and a desire to explore, Wang Zhuo took Siyuan's hand and began touring this aerial palace symbolizing status and wealth. There was a spacious living room, a Jacuzzi tub, a gym, a performance stage, a bar, guest suites, and even a gourmet kitchen and dining area...

The Turkish-style bathroom was inlaid with marble, the conference room featured a large screen and advanced video facilities, the master suite's large bed was trimmed with gold-wrapped jade tassels, and two small boys were playing the latest Japanese video games in the entertainment room. "These are my sons," Maimeng introduced to Wang Zhuo with a faint smile.

"The tenth and the thirteenth." "How many children do you have?" Siyuan interjected curiously. "Twenty-one have been born," Maimeng stated proudly.

"Sixteen of them are boys." Siyuan was speechless. That meant he hadn't even counted those currently in gestation.

Wealthy Arabs truly did have many descendants! "Well, do you like my plane?" Maimeng asked Wang Zhuo.

"It's nice," Wang Zhuo nodded. "But if it were mine, I'd decorate it a bit more modernly.

How much did you spend on this?" "This much," Maimeng held up an open palm: "Including the decoration and ten years of maintenance fees." "Euros?" Wang Zhuo raised an eyebrow slightly. Maimeng shook his head and smiled: "US Dollars." Wang Zhuo nodded slightly.

US dollars are significantly cheaper than Euros. According to the current exchange rate, five hundred million US dollars is over ten percent less than five hundred million Euros.

"Five hundred million US dollars?!" Siyuan gasped beside him, exclaiming: "That's nearly three billion RMB, my heavens!" Seeing her reaction, Maimeng's smile gained a touch of smug satisfaction. Arabs do not like to hide their wealth; historically, they enjoyed displaying their riches through gold ornaments.

Now that the less wealthy played with sports cars, the truly extravagant played with private jets! "Is there any need to be so surprised?" Wang Zhuo chuckled at Siyuan.

"We'll buy one to play with too. Starting next year, the money we earn from the Americans annually will be enough to buy several." Siyuan's eyes immediately sparkled with starry adoration, and she nodded vigorously.

Wang Zhuo turned to Maimeng and explained with a smile: "I told her that I'm buying one when we get back, and she's very pleased." "Oh..." Maimeng chuckled slyly and said, "Then I have to remind you, the delivery time from Airbus to you will be at least eighteen months from the time you place the order." Eighteen months... Wang Zhuo's face immediately fell, and Siyuan, having understood Maimeng's words, had a joyous little face that twisted into a wry grimace.

"Regardless, we should place the order first," Wang Zhuo quickly rationalized. An aircraft was, after all, a 'big item'; even some limited-edition sports cars required pre-ordering, let alone a behemoth like this!