Fat Dragon had truly lost his head, even forgetting his primary mission. It was only when he called for a domestic shipment that Cheng Gang reminded him that he didn't know how much longer he could live this lavishly!

Ebisu is the Japanese god of wealth and the local deity, as well as a district name in Shibuya, Tokyo, one of the city's three major shopping areas—a place at the absolute forefront of global fashion trends.

However, for many Chinese men, including Fat Dragon, the first and only association they have with this name is a Japanese idol group whose full name is "Ebisu Fan Xiang Grape."

This group belongs to the Kita-to Group, Japan's largest manufacturer of adult video content. The company is headquartered right there in the Ebisu district, and more than half of Japan's most famous adult film stars work for them.

And Fat Dragon, that coarse Chinese swine, managed to sample every single member of the "Fan Xiang Grape" combination in just one month, while also laying claim to nearly all the beauties who topped the best-seller charts.

So much so that the Japanese privately nicknamed this insatiable fellow "Stud Pig."

It was just as this Stud Pig began turning his attention to outer circles, using the "Big Man" to exchange beauties with production companies outside of the Kita-to Group, that the wind finally reached Wang Zhuo's ears.

Upon hearing the news, Wang Zhuo could hardly believe his ears. That pig Fat Dragon actually managed to conquer all the famous adult actresses in Japan that the Chinese could name. What the hell, could it really be that exaggerated?!

"It's not just street gossip. This news came from our Japanese partners. It's absolutely reliable!"

Fu Xinran’s tone on the phone was firm. Wang Zhuo told her with a wry smile that he knew, and he remained somewhat stunned even after hanging up.

He played the Japanese for fools using just a few boxes of medicine—this guy really knew how to play!

The more he thought about it, the more he realized what an oddity Fat Dragon was. He was trading the "Big Man," which started at no less than a hundred thousand US dollars, so carelessly just to exchange for Japanese girls. This guy clearly didn't understand the difficulty of earning money through hard work, but he was certainly willing to spend a fortune chasing women!

Huh? Wait a minute... something doesn't seem right!

Wang Zhuo's train of thought suddenly shifted, and he woke up to the realization: what Fat Dragon traded for weren't just any Japanese girls—they were current, top-tier, leading, headline stars! While these women made their living by selling their charms, they certainly weren't street food that any ordinary pig could sample. Calculating it out, Fat Dragon's deal was definitely not a loss; in fact, he had gotten quite a bargain.

Were the Japanese stupid? Absolutely not. So why would they lose out to Fat Dragon? This meant they considered the deal they made with him very worthwhile and certainly not a loss!

Understanding this, Wang Zhuo suddenly grasped it: Fat Dragon’s actions perfectly exploited a time lag. Before the "Big Man" was officially launched, he capitalized on the priceless situation surrounding it, tapping into the mentality of wealthy and powerful Japanese men who didn't care about money. One side was willing to strike a deal, and the other was willing to accept; it was an exchange that satisfied both parties.

"That bastard, he’ll probably say this was all part of the publicity stunt, a way to drive up the selling price," Wang Zhuo muttered to himself, fighting a smile, then found Fat Dragon’s number and called.

"Boss, what's up