History proves that the most profitable businesses always emerge in fields that are monopolized, advanced, irreplaceable, and intensely desired by the masses. In antiquity, there was the silk, porcelain, and tea of the Middle Kingdom; in more recent times, there was Britain's opium.

Now, in the modern era, similar industries proliferate, spawning countless offshoots. Advanced, sophisticated conglomerates invariably erect layers of barriers to maintain their monopolies, reaping enormous fortunes in the process.

It’s clear that being "one of a kind" is the ultimate path to profit in any commercial sector. This is precisely Wang Zhuo's current situation.

While "Life Ark" undoubtedly provided the greatest benefit to society, it wouldn't be long before the "BigMan" enhancement agent eclipsed it. In fact, many "BigMan" customers didn't necessarily need enhancement, yet those needing to lose weight were countless.

However, dieters had far too many options; thus, despite Life Ark being the most efficient and reliable weight-loss drug globally, it still couldn't out-earn BigMan. Finding a competing product for a weight-loss drug is easy; there are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, on the market.

But to find a comparable product to BigMan? I'm afraid an ancient Chinese idiom describes this agent perfectly: Tiānxià Wúshuāng—Unrivaled Under Heaven!

The first "BigMan" enhancement cruise ship was launched, and media outlets worldwide, experts and scholars in the medical field, and potential customers were all watching closely, eagerly awaiting further news. Even before the ship's launch, related discussions were ubiquitous.

The "God Loves Me" and "Great Miracle" series had already made the product common knowledge—a feat far more effective than distributing a billion flyers, running a million hours of television ads, or delivering a hundred billion pop-ups online. Seeing is believing; people had already experienced the potent charm of this treatment.

Some men were eager, and some women were equally eager on behalf of their husbands! The ten-thousand-dollar price tag certainly frightened many away, but there is an old saying: "Goods are sold to the buyer." Those with demand and financial capacity did not balk at the ten thousand dollars, and even those slightly short on funds would find a way to fulfill their desire.

Wang Zhuo earned their money with a clear conscience; as for those who couldn't afford it, Wang Zhuo had no special obligation to favor them—after all, he wasn't running a charity. This pricing drew countless curses and vitriol aimed at the money-grubbing Wang Zhuo, with many wishing him ill, yet Wang Zhuo’s life remained carefree and pleasant; the fictional scenario of "condemned by all but dying peacefully" never materialized.

Amidst universal anticipation, the BigMan ship finally completed its maiden voyage and returned to Okinawa Port. This brand-new vessel would dock for three days: the first day for customer disembarkation, the second for staff rest or shift changes, and the third for new customers to board.

The resupply and inspection processes occurred within those three days—not a second was wasted; every minute was creating astounding value. The BigMan maiden voyage was a resounding success!

By that afternoon, news had flooded across the globe. Among the first five hundred customers, more than fifty were "undercover" agents from media organizations around the world.

To secure what was deemed the "most valuable news story of the century," media from developed nations spared no expense, paying the ten thousand dollars to send trusted reporters to gather the story firsthand—a model for media professionals to emulate! Soon, the appointment websites established in various countries were flooded by customers who had heard the news.

The situation was even more fervent than Wang Zhuo had anticipated—there were simply too many people in this world who "didn't lack money," and too many men who needed "a second development"! "I say...

if things keep going like this, it might be problematic." At the celebratory family dinner that evening, Qi Fei voiced her concerns: "If this continues, even if you had ten ships, customers would be scheduled years out before they could get service. You'll drive them mad." "Who cares?" Wang Zhuo chuckled proudly.

"The more sought-after it is, doesn't that just better reflect the superior value of this enhancement?" It was a rare gathering: Qi, Qi Fei, Guan Yingying, Gan Shuang, Fu Xinran, and even He Ye and Xu Chu were present. They were the core strength of Wang Zhuo's business empire.

Among the women who contributed the most, only Siyuan was missing. Xu Chu chimed in with a laugh: "Wang Zhuo is right.

They have no other choice but to wait patiently. That's what happens when we're the only game in town." That statement instantly exposed her inexperience in commerce.

Wang Zhuo spoke out of pride, but she genuinely believed it, not just trying to flatter him. Guan Yingying let out a soft laugh and commented, "It seems Chu Chu still doesn't grasp the situation.

He Ye should understand this aspect better." Xu Chu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she stuck out her tongue in an embarrassed smile. He Ye laughed: "If we don't present a satisfactory solution for the customers, we'll soon be reading news about them going rogue." "Going rogue?" Wang Zhuo scratched his head.

"Will people really resort to that over this?" Guan Yingying teased, "I suggest you try it—consider it hype." What could be done? Wang Zhuo said with a wry smile, "I don't want to buy used ships, nor do I want land-based operations.

That means paying taxes." A temporary silence fell as everyone began to think. A moment later, Gan Shuang looked up: "I have an alternative idea." Wang Zhuo nodded toward her: "Let's hear it." "Open up quotas for proxy purchase.

Each customer can buy two enhancement kits. Whether they give them away or resell them is up to them," Gan Shuang mused aloud.

"This will quickly create a black market, and the public outcry will shift over there." "But people who get the enhancers through that channel won't get the service of the professional masseuses, right?" Qi Fei asked, then immediately clarified her concern before it could be misunderstood, "I mean, if it’s not accompanied by professional massage, it affects the therapeutic effect." "That is a problem..." Gan Shuang nodded and fell back into thought. The harem was harmonious, and Wang Zhuo sat comfortably on the sofa, feeling quite pleased as he admired the beauties beside him, each in a different pose.

They were all his exclusively. Taking any one of them out would elicit genuine praise and a thumbs-up from onlookers—each one exceptional, meticulously selected from a thousand.

"I have an idea," He Ye suddenly exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "We can establish service centers in several major countries.

We won't sell the product, only provide the same manual service offered on the enhancement ship. This way, we can also achieve tax avoidance." Fu Xinran nodded in agreement: "That's a good idea!

Manual service isn't the primary source of profit anyway. Paying local taxes according to regulations for this portion won't cause any major issues, and these fees might not even exceed the cruise ship costs." After some deliberation, everyone agreed that this idea was sound and began refining details piecemeal.

The matter was essentially settled. "As expected, many hands make light work," Wang Zhuo said complacently, grinning.

"We need to organize more of these brainstorming sessions in the future. Let's hold these family meetings regularly!" The phrase "family meetings" immediately drew countless eye-rolls.

While the atmosphere was harmonious, it didn't mean everyone accepted or tolerated his philandering behavior. In truth, they all felt a sense of helpless inevitability, like being trapped on a boat they couldn't disembark from, yet they inexplicably found that he possessed the magic to firmly capture their hearts, making them reluctant to leave or give him up.

After receiving the collective glare, Wang Zhuo quickly backed off, changing the subject with a laugh: "In a couple of days, our aircraft carrier will have its ribbon-cutting ceremony, and the A380s will arrive soon. Help me think of other fun things we should buy.

I’ve been making so much money recently that I don’t even know how to spend it!" This boastful statement managed to amuse three of the six beauties present. Indeed, this nouveau riche had finally acquired all the necessary luxury assets: flying, driving, and sailing—he had everything except space shuttles, nuclear submarines, satellite trains, and armored vehicles!

"I suspect no matter how much you spend, you won't spend as fast as you earn," Qi Fei said with a smile. "I think you should acquire more real estate around the world.

It’s convenient when you need it, and it holds its value." "I like English castles," Xu Chu suggested cheekily. "You like going there to take photos, don't you?" He Ye playfully exposed her secret.

"Do you like the Pyramids of Egypt? Too bad they aren't for sale." "The Egyptian people are struggling to eat," Guan Yingying declared with an air of great wealth.

"Throw a massive sum of money at them; I don't believe they really wouldn't sell." "The Pyramids are tombs, okay?" Fu Xinran said, close to tears of laughter. "Throwing money at something like that is just burning cash." Gan Shuang smiled gently: "When they become wealthy enough, they can buy them back.

Think of it as a real estate investment." The topic had spiraled too far into fantasy, making Wang Zhuo scratch his head and smile wryly. Although everyone present was among the wealthiest people in the world, they were still newly rich, lacking familiarity with the true lifestyle of nobility.

Their discussion felt somewhat as absurd as poor people planning to eat braised pork every day once they became kings. Perhaps Qu Jingyou and Yang Ru were operating on a slightly higher plane; the highest echelon he knew among his acquaintances was only at their level.

He lacked pedigree... he couldn't help but sigh internally.

However, the lament quickly transformed into pride. It didn't matter if he lacked pedigree in this generation; surely his children’s generation would cultivate that air of nobility.

If not, there was always the grandchildren. He refused to believe that decades from now, the descendants of the Wang family would still be agonizing over having too much money and not knowing how to spend it!

Wang Zhuo was contemplating which royal consort he should "favor" tonight when his cell phone inconveniently rang. He lazily used his X-ray vision to peek at the phone in his pocket—it was Sun Donghao calling.

As soon as he answered with a simple 'Hello,' an anxious voice immediately erupted from the other end. However, it wasn't Sun Donghao speaking, but Cheng Gang.

"Boss, Haozi and I were just retaliated against! Haozi was injected with something!"