Wang Zhuo’s words landed like a massive stone cast into a placid lake, setting off a thousand ripples. The conference room immediately erupted in an uproar, a cacophony of laughter and playful curses! “Boss, please don’t joke like that!

I’m a man among men; I certainly don’t need this kind of product!” “Isn’t this just nonsense? And you gave me an extra box! I strongly protest!” “Is it really that miraculous?

If God gave me the chance to add three centimeters, I’d put it straight on my ‘middle leg,’ not my height!” “Wang Zhuo, I support you! Does this medicine really work? That’s fantastic!” “They actually managed to develop something like this?

Holy smokes! My stomach hurts from laughing so hard!” “This joke isn't funny at all! Get to the serious stuff!

Stop messing with us—look, Fatty Dragon is practically tearing up from excitement!” Wang Zhuo watched them fuss with delight. When they had vented enough, he spread his hands and pressed down a few times, gesturing for them to quiet down and listen. “I know, this sounds like something out of a fairy tale, and you can’t accept it right away.

That’s fine. Let’s first look at the relevant materials.” He pressed the play button on the remote, and the projector screen lit up. The first image was a simple popular science diagram, clearly labeling the various parts of the male ‘middle leg.’ Wang Zhuo breezed past the parts everyone already knew, casually explaining a few of the less common terms, before turning the page.

The subsequent pages followed a similar format, but the terminology gradually became more complex. Many terms were entirely new to the men present, and some were even in English, never having been translated into Chinese, so Wang Zhuo used them directly. Because his explanation progressed from simple to deep, the group could grasp the general summary: Wang Zhuo had deciphered the ‘Sub-Enhancement Code’ and found a viable method to augment the ‘middle leg.’ This meant that with a combination of medication and massage techniques, men could be granted a chance at secondary development!

This method had no toxic side effects, was administered in courses, and the results varied for each individual. However, provided the correct procedure was followed, an enhancement of around thirty percent was achievable. Thirty percent!

What did that mean? Ten centimeters would become thirteen! Twenty-five centimeters would become thirty-two-point-five!

A fresh wave of astonishment swept through the room as the men processed this conclusion. Wang Zhuo quickly gestured for quiet and said, with a wry smile, “It’s not calculated the way you are thinking. Thirty percent is a comprehensive metric, including length, girth, and hardness.

If the length increases by thirty percent, and the girth increases by the same amount, the composite index increases by a full hundred percent!” Fatty Dragon, who had been roaring with laughter, abruptly fell silent, and some of the more wildly excited gentlemen sobered up from their ecstasy. “Wang Zhuo, you aren’t just kidding us, are you?” Ding Baoji pressed his four boxes tightly with both hands, clearly distressed by the situation. Everyone else had received three boxes, but he had four.

This made him terribly self-conscious. Since this product was for enhancing the ‘middle leg,’ didn't getting an extra box subtly imply he was inferior to the others? Wang Zhuo nodded at him cheerfully, “Next, I’ll show you some case studies.” The image on the white screen immediately switched.

Wang Zhuo pointed with the laser pointer: “This is a Japanese gentleman, as you can probably tell. His innate endowment wasn't great, and perhaps due to poor economic conditions later on, his growth was stunted, leaving him with a pitiable nine centimeters.” The men burst into warm laughter. Although the face of the Japanese man on the screen was obscured, his physical condition looked poor, and his member was pitifully small—not only short in length but barely thicker than a thumb.

Wang Zhuo cleared his throat solemnly, “Be serious, everyone. This is a very scientific and rigorous matter.” The crowd roared with even greater laughter, completely unimpressed. He’s just a short, cowardly little Jap, completely lacking any manly spirit—of course, we should mock him!

Wang Zhuo shrugged, caught between laughter and tears, “The next segment of video shows the footage taken before his treatment. Video can show his specific condition more intuitively than photos, and it can’t be faked.” After the Japanese man in the video was subjected to extensive ridicule from the group, Wang Zhuo gave up trying to maintain order. He had to admit, the (quality/demeanor) of these guys was truly low—only An Guangjia was somewhat civilized.

If living clowns like Ding Baoji and Fatty Dragon attended university lectures, they would certainly drive the professors to madness. “Now, let’s look at photos taken after the treatment.” The scene shifted, and the small conference hall fell silent. Several people let out surprised gasps.

Wang Zhuo smiled calmly, “This Japanese gentleman is thirty-three years old. He cooperated with the treatment very diligently, and his initial condition was quite favorable. So, as you can see, his length increased by three centimeters—an increase of thirty-three percent in that metric alone.” “Holy crap, that’s godlike!” Geng Bin exclaimed involuntarily.

“It’s like looking at two different people! The volume has nearly doubled!” “More than doubled,” Wang Zhuo nodded, smiling. “But his case is rare; he’s one of the most remarkably effective results.” Yuan Ye scratched his head and asked, “Is that real?

Do you have a video of the post-treatment state?” “Of course, I do.” Wang Zhuo lightly tapped the remote. After several photos from different angles flashed across the screen at a steady pace, a video began to play. The content was the same as before—the entire process from static to arousal—but this time, the men could see very clearly that this ‘little Jap’ was unrecognizable compared to moments ago.

If not for the unchanging hair characteristics and other body parts, they might have mistaken him for an entirely different person! “Before the treatment, I could call this man a patient, because he was developmentally inadequate,” Wang Zhuo said with a smile. “But you’ve seen the results after treatment; he can fully meet the average standard for a Chinese man, which is already above average in Japan.” The crowd burst into laughter.

At this point, Yuan Ye could no longer hold back and said with a wry smile, “I guess I have to ask. Wang Zhuo, you gave everyone else three boxes, why did I get four? Do you think I’m developmentally inadequate too?” The expressions of the group immediately became ambiguous.

Ding Baoji, Sun Donghao, Qiu Lu, Yuan Ye, and Zheng Peng had all received an extra box from Wang Zhuo—it seemed that with gain came loss, and now they were losing face! “I never said you were developmentally inadequate. I gave you an extra box because of another function of this new medication,” Wang Zhuo said cheerfully.

“Correcting deformities.” In the meeting room, everyone’s expressions were priceless. Since they weren’t familiar with Yuan Ye, the teasing wasn't excessive. However, Sun Donghao and Zheng Peng, who had also received an extra box, could clearly feel the judgmental and mocking glances their companions were directing at them.

Yuan Ye, about to speak with a face trapped between tears and laughter, was interrupted by Wang Zhuo’s hearty chuckle. Wang Zhuo preempted him, saying, “I was joking with the Yejia guys just now. Actually, this function is for straightening, to help you stretch your legs a bit straighter.” The men suddenly understood, and then they grasped the underlying logic.

Since it could enhance, it naturally should be able to compensate for existing flaws during the enhancement process. Even if they weren't flaws, making the appearance more aesthetically pleasing was certainly necessary! No wonder those five had received an extra box—they were all ‘crooked sticks’!

This realization made Yuan Ye feel much better about his face, as ‘ten men out of nine are slightly crooked’; it wasn’t something shameful. “Here is a case study of correction on an Indian man; you can take a look and compare,” Wang Zhuo said, casually playing the photos and videos for them. The men soon settled their lingering doubts.

When the term ‘crooked sticks’ was mentioned earlier, many had wondered how Wang Zhuo knew those five were afflicted. In truth, Wang Zhuo noticed five extra boxes remaining when distributing the medicine, had a flash of inspiration, used his X-ray vision to scan the room, and selected the five men who most needed the ‘extra meal.’ The X-ray vision was extremely effective, coupled with Wang Zhuo’s dedicated research over the past few months. He could now truly be described as having ‘seen countless men.’ He could even glance at a normally endowed man and accurately visualize the potential results upon arousal.

Therefore, the distribution of the medicine was extremely fair; those five extra boxes were absolutely given to those who needed them most. What the group didn't know was that among those five, only four were significantly crooked. Zheng Peng had a slight innate deficiency, and the extra box wasn't for correction but for maximizing enhancement!

However, such details were not meant for outsiders to know, and Zheng Peng himself would never reveal them. While everyone else was curiously watching the videos, he was secretly recalling when Instructor Wang had ever gotten a look at his specific equipment. After finishing the videos of the Japanese and Indian subjects, Wang Zhuo played examples from Caucasians and Black men one by one.

This finally cemented their confidence. It seemed Wang Zhuo had genuinely created this unbelievable panacea, and they were blessed! “Wang Zhuo, you’re not planning to use us as experiments and film us for archives, are you?” Qiu Lu asked with a sly smile.

“I noticed there isn’t a single Chinese person in your videos—are you planning to supplement us into the collection?” “I don’t mind!” Fatty Dragon immediately raised his hand, exaggeratedly hugging his medicine box. “As long as you give me these treasures, Instructor Wang, you can film me however you want!” The group’s minds spun for a second. This scoundrel had sold them out without batting an eye; that was an awfully fast declaration of allegiance.

Seeing everyone looking at him with pitiful expressions, Wang Zhuo chuckled slyly, “I didn't have that idea originally. Since Fatty Dragon is so supportive of my work, we’ll film him!” That fat oaf, he just shot himself in the foot! The room exploded with laughter, leaving Fatty Dragon scratching his head awkwardly, feeling both aggrieved and regretful.

“Enough talk. You must all be eager to know how to use this medicine, right?” Wang Zhuo inquired. Everyone immediately agreed in unison, even the quieter An Guangjia nodded along happily.

“Actually, I know that all of us here are men among men; it’s not crucial if we use this, right?” Wang Zhuo managed a dry chuckle. “But having such a wonderful treasure is great for gifts, so please don’t refuse. I will explain the usage methods now so you can take them back to give to others!” Only a fool would give away something this good!

Not a single one of them didn't think this, yet they all voiced their agreement, laughing in unspoken understanding.