Truthfully, the delivery speed of the Airbus Group wasn't as dire as Moun depicted. Money always made the world go round, and great rewards always brought forth brave souls, but Wang Zhuo's situation was entirely different from Moun's.

Airbus had made him wait years back then, whereas Wang Zhuo wouldn't have to. Of course, that was all in the past.

Now, the aircraft production speed of Airbus had surpassed the rate when he originally placed his order—that was one variable. Furthermore, the seemingly mischievous and charming young girl beside Wang Zhuo turned out to be a prodigious talent with a natural affinity for electronic devices, a figure Moun simply didn't have in his employ—that was another variable!

Let that matter rest for now. Suffice it to say, after Wang Zhuo and Siyuan finished their meal aboard Moun's jet, the colossal A380 lifted off from Osaka Prefecture with great fanfare, rocketing towards the sparkling jewel of the Pacific—the Hawaiian Islands.

Wang Zhuo had been slightly puzzled why Moun wasn't staying in Japan for further "visits" but was instead flying across the ocean with him. However, this mystery was revealed just two hours after takeoff.

By then, Siyuan had already settled in for sleep. It must be mentioned that the A380’s noise level was significantly lower than other aircraft.

When cruising stably at thirty thousand feet, occupants experienced only a very faint ambient noise in the quiet cabin, even more tranquil than being home during a city night. Moreover, the larger the plane, the less susceptible it was to turbulence, resulting in a smoother ride.

This behemoth didn't require the occasional turns or speed changes like a train, nor did it need to cut through waves or blast a horn like a ship. In terms of comfort and safety, it was truly top-tier among all modes of transport!

Only after Siyuan was asleep did Wang Zhuo, eager for a novel experience, make his way to the aircraft's gym. He had been quite interested in the hydraulic chest press machine during his initial tour, and now that he had the opportunity, he decided to try it out.

Moun had lent Wang Zhuo the services of the plane’s second butler—a diminutive, mixed-race Brazilian who was an expert in everything. With his assistance, Wang Zhuo soon enjoyed the full benefits of the high-end chest press machine; it was indeed comfortable, safe, and precisely effective.

Just as he was starting to sweat, Moun arrived. He looked decidedly mysterious and whispered a few instructions to the second butler before dismissing him.

Seeing that Moun seemed to have something important to say, Wang Zhuo paused his chest press workout and sat up on the equipment, curious. “Hehe…” The Arab’s face held a hint of an unnatural smile as he casually asked, “My dear Wang, is your companion asleep?” Wang Zhuo nodded.

“She loves the room you prepared for her. She’s sleeping very comfortably.” “Good, good.” Moun paced a couple of steps, and Wang Zhuo noticed he was surprisingly wearing flip-flops.

“You seem to have something on your mind?” Wang Zhuo asked with a smile. “Ahem,” Moun cleared his throat and said with a strained laugh, “Indeed, there is something I need to consult you about.” Wang Zhuo made an inviting gesture, waiting for him to continue.

“Well… it’s like this.” Moun seemed unsure where to put his hands. He switched on the treadmill beside them but didn't step onto it, letting it spin quietly in place.

“You know, those photos of you and Miss Eileen… they circulated widely, so, naturally, I saw them too.” Wang Zhuo nodded slightly. This Abu Dhabi Prince was speaking indirectly, and his hesitation was quite amusing.

“So, so…” Moun scratched the band around his headscarf, his eyes darting around as he stammered out, “I wanted to ask, about you being so, so large—is there some secret to it? It must be related to your miraculous medical skills, right?” Wang Zhuo’s lips curved into a slow smile, suppressing his laughter.

“My dear Moun, could it be that you have a need in this area?” “I believe so,” Moun did not hide his intention but stated earnestly, “You know, I have four wives… and foreign lovers. While I can still satisfy them now, the future remains uncertain.

Besides, I’m not in the same condition I was in my twenties, and naturally, I hope to improve the quality.” “Oh…” Wang Zhuo nodded slowly, his expression half-smile, and remained silent for a moment. “My dear Wang,” Moun, seeing his silence, thought Wang Zhuo was unwilling to share the secret and quickly started flattering him.

“You must know that East Asians are not exactly naturally gifted in this aspect, whereas we Arabs are famous worldwide for it. But after seeing your photos, I learned what a man among men truly is.

To be frank, I am extremely envious of you. If you could help me in any way, I would be deeply grateful.” What is a friend?

A friend is someone you confide in completely. For Moun to reveal such a private male concern to Wang Zhuo meant he treated Wang Zhuo as a true friend!

Since Moun had laid his heart bare, Wang Zhuo couldn't remain indifferent. Though he had no concept of such matters, he couldn't disappoint a friend either.

“Moun, a physician must prescribe the right medicine for the ailment. Could you describe your current situation?” Seeing Wang Zhuo’s tone soften, Moun was overjoyed.

He invited Wang Zhuo to sit on the lounge chair and began to detail his troubles. In essence, his problem was the problem of every man across the globe.

A man’s prime is right after he reaches adulthood—that time of “seven times a night,” “unyielding strength,” and “growing bolder with every encounter.” After those few years, one begins a gradual decline. Even if it’s slow, by Moun’s age, one starts to feel inadequate.

This issue has nothing to do with lechery. From a medical perspective, it’s termed ejaculatory weakness, prolonged refractory periods, insufficient congestion, and so on—a complex of symptoms.

Moun is a Prince of Abu Dhabi, and the legendary “Arab Milking Technique” was invented by his ancestor. Furthermore, Arab natural endowment already embodies the best of both Eastern and Western traits; many older men in their seventies still maintain a good and stable marital life, which is rare globally.

Logically, this nation should enjoy sexual pleasure rather than distress. But the reality is different.

Where there are people, there is the social arena; where there are people, there is comparison. Who doesn't want to be first in the class?

Who doesn't wish their height surpassed their peers? Who doesn't want their woman to sincerely say, “You are the best”?

Moun is immensely wealthy, but even wealth cannot reverse certain facts, such as the fact that he too ages, and the fact that he constantly feels that if he could just gain another three centimeters, it would be better. His current size is a bit short compared to others… “Seventeen centimeters is quite good, though?” was Wang Zhuo’s initial assessment.

Moun shrugged with a wry smile. If one could grow to 1.8 meters tall, which man would prefer to remain 1.65 meters for life?

Especially since, in this aspect, more length was always better; it wasn't a matter of being "sufficient" like height! “But why do you believe I possess a secret that can help you?” Wang Zhuo felt a bit helpless; Moun was truly clinging to this idea!

“Let me speak presumptuously,” Moun chuckled sheepishly. “East Asians are actually counted towards the bottom tier in this regard among world races.

However, you have completely changed my perception, which leads me to strongly believe this is related to your mysterious medical skills, rather than genes inherited from your lineage.” Wang Zhuo burst out laughing. Moun was guessing wildly; his 250 was absolutely natural, genuine, and had nothing to do with aphrodisiacs or ancestral secrets!

Wait? That doesn’t sound right… Hold on!

His expression suddenly sobered, growing increasingly peculiar as a memory surfaced. All this time, he had been using the guise of being from a “Family of Traditional Chinese Medicine” to bluff his way through life, fooling Qin Jingzhong and later Qin Xue, and it had become so habitual that even his father had picked up the routine, and his idol even used fortune-telling tricks to woo women.

But the Wang family were, at most, the owners of a small Chinese medicine shop. They had seen many prescriptions and could occasionally act as local quacks, dispensing herbs for neighborhood colds, fevers, and headaches.

But now, Moun was confidently asserting that he possessed a “unique trick,” and Wang Zhuo suddenly recalled that when he was little, his grandfather often forced him to drink a somewhat bitter-sweet dark brown concoction. He had no idea what it was!

Could it actually be related to this?! Wang Zhuo felt uncertain, nervously racking his brain, desperately trying to recall the nature of those medicinal liquids, but he couldn’t remember at all!

It seemed he was very healthy as a child and never got sick, so he shouldn't have been drinking medicine regularly. Was there perhaps some hidden history involved?

“How about this, Moun,” after thinking for a long time without reaching a conclusion, he finally told Moun, “To be frank, your issue requires long-term consideration. First off, your age does not meet my conditions, a principle I’m sure you understand.

Don't be anxious; give me some time to research and see if I can tailor some specific prescriptions for you.” “Please, please!” Moun’s face immediately lit up with joy. Chinese people often speak cautiously, so hearing Wang Zhuo say this, he felt there was at least an eighty percent chance of success!

... After parting ways with Moun, Wang Zhuo did not delay.

He used the satellite phone on the plane to call his father directly. “You’re asking about that?” Wang Zhengdao was at a huge party hosted by a friend in the entertainment industry.

He found a quiet room to take his son’s call and burst out laughing after hearing Wang Zhuo’s question. “After all these years, how do you still remember that?” Party: A gathering or home get-together.

“What was that stuff I was drinking?” Wang Zhuo asked curiously. “It was water boiled with licorice root and ginseng slivers, with brown sugar added,” Wang Zhengdao said cheerfully.

“You were greedy as a child and wanted to taste the medicine your grandmother was brewing for others. So your grandfather started brewing that sugary water to trick you.

Kids are easily fooled, and you loved drinking it.” Wang Zhuo was instantly speechless, casting a pitiable gaze towards the sea of clouds and stars outside the window. He had thought he discovered a family heirloom, but it turned out to be a drink concocted to fool a child!

Hanging up the phone, torn between laughter and tears, Wang Zhuo felt the weight on his shoulders increase when he recalled Moun’s expectant expression just moments ago. A Prince had entrusted him with his deepest secrets, hoping he could reverse his predicament, but Wang Zhuo had just shot down that hope.

How was he supposed to deliver now?