Borrowing Maimon's private jet for a special trip to Hawaii was no small favor. The fact that Maimon had agreed so readily surely meant he already had intentions for the journey—if Wang Zhuo returned disappointing him, he would genuinely feel bad.

Just how much face had Maimon given him? Flying from Beijing to Jiangzhou covers a thousand kilometers, requiring 20,000 liters of fuel for a 380; the journey from Osaka to Hawaii was ten times that distance, demanding 200,000 liters. Filling the 380’s tanks completely would consume more than half of that supply!

While those pseudo-bourgeois types were sipping coffee and bragging about the fuel economy of their cars, Wang Zhuo’s single trip burned enough gasoline to let their Toyotas, Hondas, and Mazdas roam two million kilometers. The fuel cost alone could buy ten such sedans!

And that was just the fuel expense, not accounting for air traffic control, crew wages, or aircraft usage fees.

Isn't life ultimately about preserving one's 'face'? Since Maimon had extended such great honor, Wang Zhuo felt he absolutely could not drop the ball.

"Can't let the buddy down," he muttered with a wry smile. Since sleep was nowhere in sight, he headed to the entertainment room in the cabin and logged onto the computer to browse the net.

"Virility enhancement"—a subject as ancient as human history itself. It represents humanity's yearning for sexual fulfillment while simultaneously symbolizing the struggle against inherent limitations and the erosion of age.

Wang Zhuo knew his own constitution was naturally superior, so apart from occasional curiosity, he had never paid much attention to this field. It was like how tall people don't worry about gaining height, or how thin people don't fret over losing weight—a case of the well-fed not understanding the hungry.

His first act online was to search for the "Arabian Milking Method."

Arab men are traditionally taught this technique by their fathers during adolescence. Through manual exercises and guided visualization, daily adherence to this method lays a solid foundation for lifelong sexual well-being.

This was a healthy, scientific, and hygienic exercise, a gem of traditional Arab culture, fundamentally different from the way sex is often treated with hushed tones or outright taboo in Chinese adolescent education.

Wang Zhuo spent nearly an hour reading through the vast amount of related material available online, even finding a website featuring a live demonstration video.

He smiled thoughtfully, analyzing internally: what would Maimon's dimensions be today if he hadn't practiced this training in his youth? And what would Wang Zhuo's situation be if he had subjected himself to it?

He recalled the thirty-centimeter acrylic rulers used in elementary school, and the foot-long bamboo rulers for tailoring clothes, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Too much is as bad as too little; the current state was best!

After reviewing the secret techniques of the Arab uncles, he looked up information on the drug Viagra, known in the US as "Viagra" and marketed in China under the name Wan'aike. It boasted twenty million users globally and showed significant efficacy against certain symptoms of erectile dysfunction.

According to Maimon, he had begun showing signs of dependency on this medication over the past year.

Information on Wan'aike was overwhelming. Wang Zhuo suddenly realized this represented a massive market, comparable to weight loss. Moreover, Wan'aike was not a panacea; it had adverse side effects, numerous contraindications, treated only the symptoms not the root cause, and absolutely could not satisfy Maimon's extravagant demand to "gain three centimeters"—it couldn't even manage one millimeter.

Deep into the night, Wang Zhuo felt no sleepiness; instead, his eyes shone brighter, invigorated. He discovered this "new subject" didn't seem difficult. Many problems that plagued the medical community seemed solvable with the assistance of his X-ray vision.

The first medical puzzle Wang Zhuo conquered with his X-ray vision was inhibiting alcohol absorption. Looking back now, that initial breakthrough had become a relatively simple matter: deciphering the human body's mechanism for alcohol absorption and then finding a non-toxic, side-effect-free drug to temporarily suppress it, achieving the effect of drinking endless cups without intoxication.

The subsequent weight-loss drug was much harder, requiring a different angle of attack, and coincidentally led to the accidental creation of a hair removal agent, which netted him a small fortune.

The most challenging endeavor was undoubtedly the creation of Angel No. 1, the nemesis of the Mad Mosquito Disease. Wang Zhuo had to admit that conquering this medical enigma relied on both innate ability and a degree of luck. Academic research is often like that; wasn't the invention of Viagra itself a serendipitous accident?

Now, this current subject was harder than all the previous ones combined—a fact universally acknowledged in medicine. Yet, Wang Zhuo felt that all these supposedly insurmountable hurdles were manageable. He scratched his head and chuckled wryly. Could this also be an indirect manifestation of his extraordinary talent?

But then again, he'd never heard of skinny people being better at developing diet pills or adult film actors being better at inventing virility boosters!

He went through his washing routine and got into bed, carrying this deeply amusing question. Although his state tonight was excellent and warranted further research, he had serious business waiting at dawn; Irene was still waiting for him to rescue her from her plight!

In reality, Wang Zhuo did not know that his talent was like deep-sea drilling. His previous inventions—the anti-hangover beverage, the antiviral medicine, the weight-loss drugs—were merely surface oil slicks kicked up after breaking through the topsoil. The true period of massive gushers was imminent.

He was like a blind man wading across a river by feeling the stones, unaware of what lay ahead—the surprises or troubles awaiting him in the next step. All the achievements he had been so proud of were, in comparison to his vast future, nothing more than minor skirmishes.

How could he have imagined the sheer difference between the oil spring that would erupt once the drill broke through the final layer of hard rock, compared to those initial, small slicks?

...

Air travel is a curious thing.

Wang Zhuo departed from Osaka, Japan, under the cover of night, yet when he arrived at the beautiful and abundant Hawaiian Islands, it was still the deep night there.

As the aircraft began its descent, passing through the clouds that enveloped the archipelago, looking down on Hawaii from the night sky, the hazy mountains and diffused lights transformed the island resort into a dreamlike wonderland.

Affected by staying up late and the time difference, Wang Zhuo was in a state between sleep and wakefulness. Si Yuan, however, was buzzing with excitement, snapping photos and gazing out, eager to hit the beach the moment the plane landed.

She seemed more like a tourist.

It was finally daylight when it reached noon Beijing time!

The Abu Dhabi Royal Family leased one-third of an island in this chain, possessing their own marina and private airstrip. Wang Zhuo was warmly invited by Maimon to have breakfast at an oceanfront palatial residence resembling an Arabian palace. The main fare for each person was an American-style sandwich and a lobster as long as his arm.

Si Yuan adored the Wi-Fi in the building. She immediately took a photo with the large lobsters on the table and uploaded it to her blog...

"This island is called Hassan, which means 'beautiful' in Arabic," Wang Zhuo translated Maimon's words to Si Yuan. "Let's just call it Beautiful Island from now on."

"Didn't Abu Dhabi only lease a third?" Si Yuan asked curiously.

Wang Zhuo relayed her question to Maimon and quickly translated the answer back: "The other two-thirds were leased by Dubai and Sharjah."

The two shared a knowing smile. Building three airports on one leased island showcased the immense wealth of the oil kingdom.

While eating, Maimon spread out a map of Hawaii for Wang Zhuo to see: "This is where we are now, and the place you want to go, Marvile, is quite close."

"Oh?" Si Yuan suddenly pointed at the map and said with a slight smile, using less-than-fluent English: "Here, Wang Zhuo has a beach."

"A beach?" Maimon paused slightly.

Wang Zhuo could only smile and explain the beach. Guan Yingying had subleased that section from a fallen American magnate the previous summer, but due to being preoccupied with affairs, Wang Zhuo had never visited. Since Maimon possessed jets and an island, demonstrating such extravagance, Wang Zhuo had deliberately concealed his own small holding.

After hearing Wang Zhuo's explanation, Maimon nodded and chuckled: "I know that island. Its beach is long, but the land depth isn't sufficient, so it was divided into about five or six parcels and leased out. It doesn't suit your stature."

Wang Zhuo offered a wry shrug. Whether something suits one's stature was subjective; the key was that he had never even seen what that stretch of sand looked like with his own eyes!

"If you have the chance, you should rent an independent one," Maimon said solemnly. "Your island doesn't even have an airport and you have to share a marina with others—that's too humble."

Wang Zhuo laughed helplessly: "I'll seriously consider your suggestion..."

After breakfast, Maimon lent his luxury yacht to Wang Zhuo. Wang Zhuo, with little Si Yuan trailing behind, set off on a new voyage toward Marvile Island, cutting through the waves.

En route, they passed the fishhook-shaped island where his beach was located. Wang Zhuo focused his X-ray vision to look far ahead. The entire small island was deserted. The structures on it were simple and rustic, possessing a certain island charm.

The yacht's pilot was a local native who knew the waters intimately. As he steered, he chatted with Si Yuan in fluent American English. Wang Zhuo stood alone at the stern, appreciating the scenery along the way.

The sun was high by the time, after more than two hours of sailing, the luxury yacht slowed as it approached the waters surrounding Marvile Island.

"That's Marvile Island ahead. Unless we have the owner's permission, we cannot approach closer," the pilot informed Si Yuan.

Si Yuan turned to look at Wang Zhuo. He gave her a bright smile, took out his cell phone, and called Irene.

From two nautical miles away, he could already see the wooden villa situated before the wide expanse of beach. The island was crescent-shaped, surrounded by mountains and jagged reefs on three sides, with a beach only on the inner curve. At that moment, Irene was sitting on the golden sand, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the yacht anchored quietly on the sea before her!

Her long blonde hair drifted softly in the gentle sea breeze. Her eyes, the deep, hazy blue of the ocean, and her face, as delicate as porcelain and jade, looked slightly drawn. She watched the distant yacht with a slight frown, her expression lost.