"Big Man"—the translation naturally conveys the meaning of a great figure, a powerful male, perfectly suited for naming Wang Zhuo’s male enhancement supplement. To make men bigger, stronger, to change their destiny—that is precisely the connotation we need!

These two words are actually very easy to pronounce, but some people always insist on splitting hairs, referring to it as BM, and within a few days, the moniker had transferred to the Sword Master in Warcraft, who is abbreviated as BM. Speaking of this Sword Master, its movements are swift, possessing a fatal strike skill, and its ultimate technique is the Blade Storm, lasting a full seven seconds, earning it the reputation of a hero killer in one-on-one encounters.

Its body is strong, muscles coiled like ropes, and its firepower output fierce—it truly does resemble our male compatriots experiencing the surge of vigor after using Big Man... Thus, Big Man, before even hitting the market, had already acquired its first nickname, which also served as an endorsement, a mark of prestige.

Its future was destined to be dazzling, its prospects as brilliant as an antibiotic saving humanity from peril, set to create another world-shaking medical and commercial miracle! Time flew into June, and the temperature in Jiangzhou was already soaring.

The city was filled with women in slip dresses; the young ladies and wives on the streets wore scantily clad clothing, causing the men's hormones to rise, and rise again. Siyuan and Bailu remained stationed in France, overseeing the renovation of Wang Zhuo’s private A380 jet.

The two were spending silver like flowing water but maintained extreme secrecy about the work, not even showing Wang Zhuo a single photograph. Wang Zhuo let them have their way; since they wanted to give him a surprise, he would let them go all out!

In contrast, the renovation work on the Royal Princess progressed even faster, supported by immense financial backing—this decommissioned aircraft carrier was quickly transformed, rejuvenated with vitality akin to a second spring. Wang Zhuo adored the massive ship and intended to make it exquisitely beautiful, turning it into his personal maritime palace.

As for the name, Wang Zhuo had already decided: it would be called the *******, because *** in English means both princess and consort, a perfect way to hint at something subtle and let those meddling media outlets guess wildly! The Princess Irene, or perhaps the Consort Irene, this colossal ship, had its interior fitting phase drawing to a close.

An aircraft carrier is absolutely the safest ocean-going vessel on Earth; its greatest feature can be summed up in two words: safety! After personally inspecting the shipyard in Zhejiang, Wang Zhuo felt extremely satisfied and suddenly conceived a brilliant, groundbreaking idea.

While still on his way back to Jiangzhou, he impatiently pulled out his phone and dialed his exclusive legal counsel, Gan Shuang. It must be said that Wang Zhuo truly lacked any beauty specializing in law around him; Gan Shuang was merely the best of a mediocre bunch, serviceable for now—but Wang Zhuo enjoyed using her this way; affection needs nurturing, doesn't it?

Maintaining frequent contact keeps the warmth alive, right? "Help me look into what paperwork is required for offshore gambling ships and which laws and regulations govern them?" Gan Shuang was currently having her face steamed at a Rising Beauty chain salon, simultaneously discussing topics 'unsuitable for Wang Zhuo's ears' with Xu Chu.

Hearing his request to investigate these matters made her pause momentarily. "Why are you looking into that?

Isn't that carrier being converted into a private cruise liner?" Wang Zhuo immediately laughed, "No, no, no, I've thought of something else, something good! Hurry and check it for me, I'll wait for your news!" After hanging up, Gan Shuang looked at Xu Chu, and Xu Chu looked at Gan Shuang; neither knew what scheme Wang Zhuo was cooking up.

Xu Chu hesitated, "He isn't interested in getting into that industry, buying a ship to set up operations on the high seas, is he?" "He isn't much of a gambler," Gan Shuang shook her head slightly, "But he's never lost when he gambles; I don't know how he manages it." "Exactly. An Qi once told me that if he entered the Snooker Masters, we'd soon have another Chinese champion," Xu Chu nodded and smiled, "Have He Ye start looking into it for you first; I'll give you a massage afterward." "Snooker and professional gambling are two different things," Gan Shuang casually educated Xu Chu, nodding, "Fine, let her look into it.

Just tell Wang Zhuo directly when you find out." If Wang Zhuo knew these women had become so familiar privately, he would likely be stunned on the spot—and whether this secretly forming harem was truly as harmonious as it appeared on the surface, perhaps only God knew! Not long after, Wang Zhuo received a call, but it was He Ye who made it: "The information you wanted has been found.

Offshore gambling ships don't pay any taxes, aren't subject to government jurisdiction, and the police have no right to supervise them. However, these gambling ships register in small countries with relaxed policies.

If registered domestically, even if you sailed the ship to Mars, you couldn't conduct any activities that violate the Chinese Constitution on it." "Why are you the one calling me with this information?" Wang Zhuo clicked his tongue in surprise, completely unable to guess the situation. He Ye smiled slightly, "Gan Shuang is having aromatherapy done at my place and couldn't get away, so it fell to me." "Aromatherapy at your place?!" Wang Zhuo was rendered speechless, wondering what kind of play this was.

"Are you two very familiar?" "Whether we are familiar or not, you should ask her; I can't be sure," He Ye joked mischievously, "But I truly admire you, having a girlfriend like that and still fooling around outside. Can't she satisfy you?" "Ahem," Wang Zhuo cleared his throat and said irritably, "That's an excellent question.

I walked a lot today and am tired. You can massage my feet tonight!" Massage your head!

After hanging up, He Ye pouted at the phone, this rogue always loved to bully people, always demanding 'kneeling service.' If she really massaged his feet tonight, she'd probably be subjected to his unrestrained teasing all over again! Thinking of those unspeakable moments, He Ye's cheeks began to flush.

She decided not to dwell on it and continued searching for information on offshore gambling ships on the computer. In 1988, Ye Han, the once-famous God of Gamblers in Macau, chartered a passenger liner named Oriental Princess to begin his offshore gambling business.

This gambling ship was dubbed the "Las Vegas on the Sea"... leading the offshore gambling scene for over a decade.

Currently, there are more than ten professional gambling ships operating on the international waters off Asia. They all choose to register in small nations, essentially just paying some administrative fees, yet enjoying the legal status of that country according to international practice.

In addition to these professional gambling vessels, there are many cruise ships primarily focused on sightseeing, but they also operate casinos, though the emphasis on gambling is lighter; tourists board not solely for money but also to enjoy other high-quality services. Because these non-Chinese-flagged gambling ships are 'unregulated' on the high seas, they are very popular among mainland tourists.

Every year, many officials are 'taken down' on these ships, including department-level officials and heads of state-owned enterprises. Wang Zhuo suddenly thought of offshore gambling ships, not because of gambling itself, but because of the legal vacuums on the high seas—like euthanasia on the high seas, or perhaps the Big Man enhancement service on the high seas...

The phrase "wishes come true" is often used as a blessing, but when a person succeeds to Wang Zhuo's extent, things quickly come down to whether he can think of it, rather than worrying about whether he can achieve it. It only took Wang Zhuo two days to finalize the matter.

His Arab friend, Maimon, quickly introduced him to a suitable country: Malawi, one of the forty-nine nations in Africa. Many people had never heard of Malawi, and Wang Zhuo hadn't either, but when he searched the country's name online, he saw photos of indigenous African residents squatting at a marketplace, selling strings of dead rats skewered on long wooden sticks, which immediately left a profound impression!

Many people have seen these photos, knowing they were from Africa, but not knowing that most were taken in Malawi, "one of the least developed countries in the world." In this most underdeveloped nation, a string of rats caught from the fields is the finest local delicacy, serving as both dish and staple; the common person could easily not afford it! After finding the country on a world map, Wang Zhuo chuckled—it was entirely landlocked, and so poor they struggled for food, having absolutely nothing to do with offshore gambling ships!

Maimon cut straight to the chase: "Just give them some money, and you can acquire the ship registration with the world's lowest legal constraints." Wang Zhuo suddenly understood; that was the secret. Wasn't this precisely what he needed?

A luxury liner freely cruising the high seas, unbound by any nation's laws, needing only to comply with the UN Convention on the Law of the Sea to do whatever he pleased! If gambling ships don't pay taxes, then operating Big Man shouldn't require taxes either—whatever he earns is his own!

"There's more, by the way," Maimon smiled like a Mediterranean fox, "If you're willing to spend the money, it's not impossible to secede a piece of their territory and establish the fiftieth African nation. The famous ancient Chinese saying, 'Money makes the world go round,' holds true in Africa as well.

Wealthy King, I suspect you’d be interested in this suggestion." "I will consider your suggestion, but before that, I hope you can help me contact the Malawian government so my cruise ship can be based there as soon as possible." Wang Zhuo's laughter carried a hint of cunning: "The drug I asked you to research has been successfully developed. When you come to visit my ship, I will treat you for free." The Abu Dhabi Prince was overjoyed.

After inquiring about a few details, he immediately slapped his chest and guaranteed he would sort everything out for his dear Wang as quickly as possible. As long as the dear Wang arranged for someone in Malawi to handle the ship registration paperwork and provided photos of the liner, everything could be handled swiftly, perhaps without even needing to see the vessel!

Happily ending the call, Wang Zhuo chuckled for a moment, preparing to call shipbuilding maintenance expert Kang Yangqiu to ask if he had a channel to quickly purchase a usable liner, when a problem suddenly occurred to him. The operator of this ship must possess citizenship in a country with relaxed laws; otherwise, taxes would still apply, and he truly lacked such a person among his immediate circle...

Reliable people immediately flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Naughty ideas began brewing in Wang Zhuo's mind: who should immigrate?

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