Establishing an unrestricted nationality for BigMan's enhanced vessel was truly an inspired stroke of genius.

First and foremost, it meant no taxes. Every penny earned would be his to spend as he pleased. While Wang Zhuo was wealthy enough not to care about a few tax payments, marketing this product through conventional channels would necessitate establishing agents in every nation, thus requiring contributions to the treasuries of numerous countries.

Wang Zhuo genuinely did not want to part with that money. Paying taxes domestically was one thing—supporting national progress and development, even if he found the prevalent corruption deeply irritating—at least that was keeping the wealth within the family, so to speak.

But paying taxes to the Indian "A-San," the Japanese "Little Devil Goblins," the Korean "Dog Sticks," or the American "World Police"? He certainly didn't feel any obligation to them! If he could only use traditional operational channels, he would have no choice but to pay, however reluctantly. Now that there was a legal method for tax avoidance, Wang Zhuo was naturally going to save this enormous sum!

The second benefit was sidestepping that maze of complex approvals and endless legal procedures. One had to realize that laws varied drastically worldwide. Every innovative product required layer upon layer of vetting before it could be sold. Furthermore, in less than pristine nations, one would face demands for bribes and endless bureaucratic scrutiny, sometimes even outright obstruction from competitors in the same industry who could simply block the issuance of permits and distribution licenses.

But selling the product on the high seas meant being unbound by these laws. That area was common ground for all the world's people, not governed by the law of any single nation. He could sell whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted; nobody could stop him, and who cared what others thought!

Of course, smuggling arms or trafficking drugs was out of the question, as that violated the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea. However, Wang Zhuo's project clearly fell outside the scope of that convention, allowing him to operate with complete freedom, beholden to no one.

Not having to bow to anyone’s will—wasn’t that the ultimate goal many people strove for their entire lives?

After careful consideration, Wang Zhuo decided to act immediately and swiftly entered the practical implementation phase.

He considered options extensively before finally deciding to appoint his cousin, Lu Weimin, as the executive for this project. After all, this was a very "masculine" endeavor, not suited for his female partners. Moreover, operating on the high seas carried inherent risks, occasionally involving armed hijackings or piracy, so someone capable of holding the line needed to be in charge.

The decision was made easily. Back when he was dirt poor, Wang Zhuo had relied heavily on Lu Weimin’s help. This cousin had provided food and clothing, and even fought his battles. In the years since Wang Zhuo’s fortunes soared, his cousin’s status had risen alongside him, but having him perpetually serve as the head of security felt somehow insufficient, even though Lu Weimin himself seemed perfectly happy with the role.

Lu Weimin stood a head shorter than Wang Zhuo but was built more powerfully, instantly projecting an image of someone not to be messed with. Despite his usual affability, no one overlooked his sheer physical capability.

When Wang Zhuo found him, Lu Weimin was deep in discussion with a vice president of a security firm regarding exhibition security. At the upcoming Jiangzhou Jade Treasures Exhibition, Shengshi Wangchao would be displaying several items valued at $300 million USD; security could not be compromised.

Calling Lu Weimin out of his office, Wang Zhuo waved a dismissive hand: "That’s just a small matter. Hand it off to your subordinates; I have something far more important to discuss with you."

Small matter? Lu Weimin managed a wry smile: "That’s three hundred million dollars we’re talking about, not three million! You might not care since you’re so rich, but if something goes wrong, it’s going to give me and Qi Fei headaches, isn’t it?"

"Think bigger, alright?" Wang Zhuo chuckled. "Three hundred million dollars is significant, certainly, but how much is the security fee for this exhibition? I feel this level of work no longer stretches your abilities. It's time for us to aim higher!"

Lu Weimin was momentarily speechless, scratching his head: "What’s the situation? Is the boss giving me more responsibility?"

"More responsibility" in the civil service system meant a promotion—handling more, overseeing wider areas, and taking on heavier burdens. Although Lu Weimin was Wang Zhuo's cousin, from a professional standpoint, Wang Zhuo was indeed his superior.

"Exactly, that's the meaning," Wang Zhuo nodded decisively. "I’ll give you ten minutes. Find someone to take over your duties immediately, and then you come with me!" Despite his eagerness, Wang Zhuo’s decisive manner compelled Lu Weimin to agree. He pulled out his phone and, after a brief hesitation, called a colleague.

Wang Zhuo had completely delegated authority on matters of this scale; essentially, he paid no attention to them at all. Consequently, that single phone call from Lu Weimin determined the fate of several people—some were promoted, while others were left sighing with envy.

After arranging for his cousin to briefly confer with the security firm’s vice president, Wang Zhuo didn't even allow time for a formal handover. He escorted him directly out of the office building and into his own Mercedes-Benz RV.

"What is it? You seem like you’re on fire," Lu Weimin teased.

"How could I not be in a rush? Every minute means money," Wang Zhuo chuckled, retrieving two bottles from the refrigerated compartment and tossing one to his cousin.

"Here’s the deal. I've devised an operational concept for BigMan, and I need a reliable person to help me run it. After looking around, I realized no one is better suited than you, so I called you over."

Lu Weimin stared back, eyes wide with amusement and disbelief: "Are you joking? I’m no expert in business operations."

"No, no, your job isn't operations. You just need to manage the personnel," Wang Zhuo explained. "You don't have to worry about promotion or publicity at all. You only need to manage the people doing the work. I’m certain you can handle that."

"That sounds more manageable," Lu Weimin nodded slightly. "Tell me what I need to do?"

"It’s like this. Have you heard of gambling ships on the high seas?" Wang Zhuo inquired.

Lu Weimin shrugged. "I’ve been on a few for fun—the Golden Princess, Neptune, Port Dragon. I've visited those three vessels."

Wang Zhuo was momentarily stunned, then broke into a wide grin. "Then this is even easier. I plan to buy a ship just like that, and you will be the owner, running BigMan!" Lu Weimin immediately waved his hands in protest: "Stop kidding around. How would I be a ship captain?"

"Ship owner, not ship captain," Wang Zhuo corrected. "The captain runs the ship; you manage the captain. Someone else will handle the day-to-day business. Your role is just to keep them in line and handle guests of higher status. Do you understand?" Lu Weimin thought it over, musing, "So I get it... you want me to be BigMan's agent?"

"Exactly," Wang Zhuo snapped his fingers. "But you’ll need to immigrate to an African country called Malawi. Besides that, I will arrange for someone to process your US Green Card and various permits that will allow you to travel the world unhindered. Congratulations, you’ll soon be leaving the country and becoming an overseas Chinese citizen."

Lu Weimin was speechless, unable to manage a laugh or a frown. He was suddenly becoming a foreign citizen; what sort of scheme was this?

"I know your motherland has nurtured, supported, and treated you well for all these years—it hasn't been unkind. You genuinely wish to contribute and serve the nation, willing to shed blood and suffer injuries. So now, this arduous mission is placed before you: you need to renounce your nationality to serve the Huaxia people, temporarily going undercover abroad. Are you willing?"

"Serve your head! Just explain properly what this is all about!"

In about ten minutes, Wang Zhuo laid out the entire sequence of events for his cousin, Lu Weimin. After grasping the full context, Lu Weimin was tempted.

Admittedly, he deeply valued his current nationality, as it was one of the hardest in the world to obtain citizenship for, and returning after leaving might not be guaranteed. But as an old saying went, a true man has ambition that spans the four seas; leaving one's hometown meant nothing for the sake of a career and carving out a broad future.

As one of the first official users of BigMan, Lu Weimin had already personally experienced the powerful allure of this era-defining medicine. While Wang Zhuo's high-seas sales plan seemed wildly ambitious, it was a brilliant concept. Lu Weimin could already envision himself transformed into an angel spreading glory to humanity, greeting wave after wave of guests daily, delivering the gospel of sexual bliss to men and women alike.

Seeing his cousin waver, Wang Zhuo tossed out another sugar-coated bomb: "Do you believe that if you become this ship’s owner, history will write your name into textbooks?"

Lu Weimin paused slightly, then offered a dry chuckle and nodded. Wang Zhuo’s statement was hardly an exaggeration. The Titanic, which sank over a century ago, was recorded in history books, including the names of the owner, captain, first mate, and some passengers. The advent of BigMan would undoubtedly shock the entire world. The media would write extensively about it, and as time passed, he would inevitably become a public figure, a celebrity!

"The most important thing is here," Wang Zhuo smiled, pointing to his heart. "As long as the heart remains unchanged, identity is merely a tool; it’s not important."

"Alright," Lu Weimin nodded firmly. "I'm in!"

Just as he managed to persuade his cousin, another uninvited guest arrived to see Wang Zhuo.

This individual was Fei Long, a fine arts graduate currently idle and unemployed, who was known for his consistent weight of 99.5 kilograms and had recently acquired the nickname "China's Fat Pig."

When he arrived at Wang Zhuo's laboratory, the security guards downstairs were conducting a meticulous shift change. In reality, these men, appearing as mere guards, were all highly skilled professional bodyguards. Only familiar faces like Fei Long could move freely here; otherwise, one would need a small infantry unit armed with submachine guns to breach that line of defense.

The stout man made his way upstairs. Seeing Wang Zhuo tinkering with test tubes amidst beeps and boops, he quietly sat to one side and waited until Wang Zhuo finished and came out, then stood up to greet him.

"Leader, I’ve come up with a brilliant marketing idea—how do you plan to reward me?"

Wang Zhuo glanced at his chubby face, greasy from perspiration, shook his head with a wry smile, and pulled a tissue from his lab coat pocket, handing it to him. "Tell me. If it’s useful, I’ll let you play with my new Bell for a few days."

The "Bell" he mentioned was a Bell helicopter, which cost over forty million RMB to purchase. The dedicated pilot alone commanded a monthly salary of thirty thousand yuan. Very few people domestically could afford such a luxury item, and flying it was certainly attention-grabbing.

This offer gave Fei Long considerable prestige, but unexpectedly, he shook his oily face like a rattle drum: "What’s the fun in that? My idea is worth at least a Rolls-Royce Phantom!"