The observant had already noticed that the posture of the [Japanese] delegation was exceedingly humble—firstly, Fatty Dragon's treatment of the guests was quite neglectful, yet they accepted it with apparent delight, showing not the slightest hint of displeasure. Secondly, there was the manner of Sanjō Uo-otoko toward Wang Zhuo; only after Wang Zhuo extended his hand did the man bow slightly to shake it. This was not a display of standoffish pride, but rather adherence to the custom that the senior party initiates the handshake.
Whoever extends the hand first is the one with the higher standing!
“Mr. Wang, your reputation precedes you—it rings like thunder in my ears!”
After the handshake, Sanjō Uo-otoko expressed his admiration in stiff, rudimentary Chinese.
Wang Zhuo asked out of curiosity, “You’ve heard of me?”
Sanjō Uo-otoko was instantly exposed. Only after the translator next to him whispered an explanation did he murmur an affirmation to Wang Zhuo and launch into a flurry of rapid Japanese.
Wang Zhuo was left speechless. So, this fellow, who could only manage that one phrase about hearing a name like thunder, must have hastily crammed it in on the way over.
The translator spoke to Wang Zhuo in fluent Mandarin: “Mr. Wang, Mr. Sanjō says he has long admired your Dynastic Immensity and the Ark of Life. He feels deeply honored to meet you in person today.”
With another burst of chatter, Sanjō Uo-otoko added a few more sentences, which the translator relayed: “Mr. Sanjō also says that although your country’s officials have not yet made a definitive statement regarding the inventor of Angel One, he nonetheless wishes to thank you for this invention, which saved all of humanity from a potentially massive disaster.”
This left Geng Bin, Liu Zhanfu, and Rong Xue silent and wide-eyed; these [Japanese] people were certainly well-prepared, knowing so much about Wang Zhuo’s affairs!
“Mr. Sanjō is too kind,” Wang Zhuo admitted, slightly impressed by the Japanese ability to grasp and release the reins of courtesy. At the same time, he secretly wondered what exactly Fatty Dragon had promised to elicit such immense willingness to cooperate. Surely he wasn't just pulling their leg?
A quick sweep with his clairvoyance revealed that a large portion of the upper floor of this Western restaurant was vacant—adequate for discussing business. Wang Zhuo smiled at Sanjō Uo-otoko. “This isn't the best place for a serious talk. Mr. Sanjō, please follow me upstairs; let’s find a more private spot.”
In the time it took them to speak, the people Fatty Dragon had borrowed from Lu Weimin had finalized the private booking arrangements with the restaurant management. Upon hearing the promise of photo opportunities with the eight celebrated [Japanese] stars, the manager was ecstatic and readily agreed. Good heavens—after today, this Western restaurant of mine is going to explode in popularity! Hanging the photo of the eight beauties on the wall guarantees a constant stream of customers!
A minor hitch occurred during the clearing of the upstairs area: a few male students insisted on refusing the complimentary meal, preferring to stay and witness the spectacle rather than take advantage. Fatty Dragon waved his fleshy hands, broad as cattail fans. “Aren't you Director Wang’s schoolmates? Don’t leave! Stay and enjoy yourselves.”
They found an empty table by the glass curtain wall, pulled a screen around it, and established a space for their conversation. Wang Zhuo, Fatty Dragon, Sanjō Uo-otoko, and the [Japanese] translator sat inside, while Rong Xue, Geng Bin, Liu Zhanfu, and the stubborn onlookers who refused to leave interacted with the celebrities.
Though there were far more anti-[Japanese] nationalists than [Japanese] enthusiasts these days, the island nation's actresses remained immensely popular among the locals. Miraculously, Rong Xue showed no aversion to this aspect of [Japanese] culture, smiling sweetly and without reservation while posing for photos with them.
Those few boys granted permission to stay by Fatty Dragon acted as if they had unearthed a treasure, likely happier than the day they received their medical university acceptance letters. Meanwhile, Geng Bin, Zheng Peng, and Liu Zhanfu felt a persistent itch, like a cat’s tail tickling their insides, because Director Wang had promised to bestow Fatty Dragon’s grand gift upon them!
Setting aside their joy for a moment, when Fatty Dragon laid out his cooperation plan in detail, Wang Zhuo slapped the table in astonishment, half-tempted to crack open Fatty Dragon’s pig-head skull just to see if all the convolutions inside were sexually themed.
The plan was utterly audacious, yet undeniably brilliant and creative!
Fatty Dragon proposed deep cooperation: the Beidu Group would commit to the long-term production of the Great Miracle series, embedding soft advertisements within the films to promote Great Man. Furthermore, the Beidu Group would supply professionally trained “Enhancement Technicians” on a stable, long-term basis for the Great Man Enhancement Ships, along with producing related series of films.
Selling money through commercials—only Fatty Dragon could conjure up such a powerful, multifaceted idea!
The crux of the plan centered on the “Enhancement Technicians.” Wang Zhuo hadn't known previously that a significant portion of the trillion-dollar annual adult industry revenue in [Japan] came from its service sector, an industry vastly more advanced than anything like the Red House or Dongguan services.
The Beidu Group wasn't just interested in the advertising revenue or film profits from Great Man; securing the supply of technicians for the enhancement ships represented an extremely lucrative segment, and this powerful alliance would vastly increase the Group’s influence and competitiveness—it was far more than a simple one plus one equals two.
After hearing Fatty Dragon’s briefing, Wang Zhuo began to understand why Sanjō Uo-otoko was so enthusiastic. Great Man was unique in the world; missing out on this partnership wasn't just about losing profit, but allowing Beidu’s competitors to seize the chance to grow. Moreover, there weren't many potential partners for Great Man; virtually every country that exported adult entertainment worldwide would be intensely interested.
No wonder Fatty Dragon could visit Ebisu whenever he pleased. Taking someone back to the country... so this was the reason! After a moment of contemplation, Wang Zhuo asked, “Mr. Sanjō, may I inquire if your corporation has conducted any long-term projections on the prospects of Great Man? What results did you obtain?”
Sanjō Uo-otoko spoke a few sentences, which the translator relayed: “Mr. Sanjō says that Beidu Corporation believes the prospects for this project are limitless. It won’t be long before voyages on the high seas become the hottest outbound tourism activity in [Japan].”
Wang Zhuo suddenly remembered something and asked the translator, “How is Mr. Sanjō’s English?”
The translator replied, “He can converse fluently.”
Should have said so earlier! Wang Zhuo grinned and addressed Sanjō Uo-otoko directly in English: “I intend to price this enhancement service at one hundred thousand US dollars. What do you think of that figure?”
Sanjō Uo-otoko was momentarily stunned, then replied with pleasant surprise in English: “That is wonderful news! My corporation will certainly provide services commensurate with that price, ensuring that customers are completely satisfied with both the enhancement results and our service quality.”
Wang Zhuo nodded calmly. Japanese softcore films often featured scenes of massage on pneumatic cushions in bathing areas, and specialized small stools with central openings. In terms of service refinement, the Japanese were second to none globally, and the Beidu Group was the pinnacle within that field. If Sanjō Uo-otoko guaranteed customer satisfaction, then the clientele would certainly have no complaints.
“Initially, we will require one hundred technicians. Mr. Sanjō, you don’t find that number too small, do you?”
“No, no, absolutely not,” Sanjō Uo-otoko replied, shaking his head repeatedly with a smile. “My corporation values long-term, continuous, and unbroken cooperation more highly. Moreover, we welcome competitors to serve as a foil to highlight our own company’s strength.”
The Japanese really know how to flatter you into a stupor, Wang Zhuo thought, smiling faintly while secretly impressed.
“Chief, one hundred isn't small at all,” Fatty Dragon interjected, having understood the gist of the relatively simple English. “Think about it, although this service is one-on-one, a single technician can handle three or four people a day without strain. If one ship accommodates three to four hundred customers simultaneously, that should be sufficient, right?”
“Who told you there’s only one ship?” Wang Zhuo glanced at him.
Fatty Dragon blinked his small eyes innocently. “Who told you we’re only cooperating with them?”
Wang Zhuo squinted. “There are others?”
“Of course,” Fatty Dragon shrugged. “Don’t you think some of our customers might prefer blondes with blue eyes? So we must find a European and American partner as well.”
Wang Zhuo rolled his eyes at the man who constantly mixed business with personal indulgence. “I think you just want to see Lan Xi Bill and Sasha Grey, don't you? Trying to skim some extra benefits again?”
Fatty Dragon gave a dry chuckle. “Isn't that just killing two birds with one stone? You have no idea how enthusiastic these Japanese folks are; they practically tried to present all those beauties to me—I couldn't refuse them even if I tried!”
Seeing that Sanjō Uo-otoko was listening with a smile despite not understanding, and the translator remained silent, Wang Zhuo simply acted as if they weren't there. “So, you’re saying we should arrange some Japanese masseuses and some European/American technicians on every ship?”
Fatty Dragon nodded seriously. “That’s absolutely essential. We should also recruit mixed-race Brazilians, big Black men from Africa—whoever we can find.”
“Is that still an Enhancement Ship, or does it feel more like a nightclub in Hong Kong’s red-light district?” Wang Zhuo scratched his head.
Fatty Dragon grinned wickedly. “That’s precisely the effect we want—Malays, Thais, mixed-race girls, Northern mainlanders…”
“Stop, just stop. You’ll be bringing in Thai ladyboys next,” Wang Zhuo said, waving a hand to halt his nonsense. He switched back to English for Sanjō Uo-otoko. “Let’s pause our discussion for today, Mr. Sanjō. You must be tired after such a long flight. Please return to your hotel to rest. Tomorrow, I will arrange dedicated personnel to negotiate the details with you.”
Sanjō Uo-otoko readily agreed. Simply having the chance to sit face-to-face and exchange a few words with this son of legend was already worth the journey. Now, it was time for various rounds of politicking and socializing to ensure the key figures around this great man were well-disposed, securing better terms in the eventual cooperation.
After escorting Vice President Sanjō beyond the partition screen, Wang Zhuo felt he had fulfilled his social obligations. Hosting guests in such a venue was certainly unconventional. He inwardly cursed Fatty Dragon’s capriciousness but maintained an air of composure, putting on a show for the [Japanese] delegation: Great figures are always idiosyncratic!
Outside the front of the Western restaurant, the area was already cordoned off three deep. Students who had heard the news and passersby who paused to watch the spectacle craned their necks in anticipation, with all manner of recording equipment standing ready.
“Don’t crowd around here, you guys,” Wang Zhuo told Geng Bin and the others, saying with a wry smile, “Let them leave first; we’ll clear out a bit later.”
The movie stars politely approached one by one to bow and salute Wang Zhuo, then waved goodbye to Geng Bin and Rong Xue. They were approachable, like girls next door. However, the moment they were surrounded by bodyguards and stepped out through the restaurant doors, their star presence ignited, radiating full celebrity aura!
At that moment, Geng Bin, Zheng Peng, and the other boys felt their blood surge. Director Wang had made a promise, and Fatty Dragon had delivered spectacularly, bringing back eight beauties all at once—surely everyone present would get a share!