Some people appear perfectly fine on the surface, yet lack a sound personality, and when faced with sudden events, their terrifying flaws are exposed.

A milder example is some people, after being diagnosed with a terminal illness, scare themselves to death before the disease even gets a chance; a more severe case is someone like Guan Huijun right now—he cannot accept the reality of being infected with the IV virus, resenting a world he feels is unfair to him. Consequently, he first retaliated against Sun Donghao, and then sought to spread the disease to more innocent people.

He chose an extreme path trodden by many AIDS patients, using it as a means of social revenge. The more people he infected, the greater the twisted satisfaction he felt, completely unconcerned with the consequences, truly living up to the old saying, "After I die, let the flood rise to heaven!"

Guan Huijun’s actions were undoubtedly the most radical. He first assaulted Sun Donghao with his viral blood, and then, by soliciting prostitutes and deliberately foregoing protection, he worked diligently to turn them into sources of infection. In the ten-plus days he was on the run, he squandered tens of thousands of yuan just on solicitation fees, moving from place to place, his presence noted everywhere from three-star hotels down to street-side hair salons.

What he left for Ye was undoubtedly a mess. Because the nature of Guan Huijun's needle-prick attack on Sun Donghao was so heinous, this case demanded the strictest and heaviest penalty. Every location where Guan Huijun sought prostitutes had to be investigated, a truly thankless and exhausting task.

The day after Guan Huijun was apprehended, Sun Donghao’s physical examination report arrived.

Antibody test result: Positive; Antigen test result: Positive; Nucleic acid test result: Positive—confirmed IV virus carrier!

IV test results can have uncertainties, with the possibility of false negatives, which is why testing is done initially two weeks after high-risk behavior and finally four weeks later. However, since Sun Donghao showed three positive results after just two weeks, he was already confirmed as infected; the subsequent test became unnecessary.

At this time, Wang Zhuo was still on the ship, but upon receiving the news, he could easily guess Sun Donghao’s state of mind, which cast a depressive pall over him as well. He lost his appetite, and even the beautiful women surrounding him failed to lift his spirits.

Even Fat Dragon sounded rather dispirited on the phone, sighing, "Haozi's happy life is officially over..."

However, this thick-skinned fellow only dwelled on sympathy and lament for Sun Donghao’s misfortune for a few seconds. When he saw a golden-haired beauty open the door and shyly whisper an "I" to him, he immediately tossed his gloom off to the ends of the earth, quickly stepping forward to give the beauty a huge bear hug.

Sun Donghao began his life as a terminal patient, and his illness was contagious—a disease stigmatized by society, one that people spoke of in hushed, fearful tones, keeping their distance.

He dared not tell his parents or relatives about his condition; only Wang Zhuo, Cheng Gang, Fat Dragon, and a few of his closest friends knew. Yet, adversity reveals true friends. Several buddies he made in university soon grew distant, whereas friends like Cheng Gang, with whom his interactions were usually less intimate, remained tirelessly devoted to his care.

And then there was that clumsy oaf, Fat Dragon, who sent him countless medicines from the United States, including several specific treatments that were only in limited supply in the US mainland and fetched exorbitant prices on the black market—a clear sign of the considerable effort Fat Dragon had put in.

As for Wang Zhuo, he called Sun Donghao only once, but that call ignited the brightest flame of hope within Sun Donghao. Wang Zhuo told him over the phone that his next research project would be conquering AIDS, urging him to actively seek treatment and hold on until the day Wang Zhuo solved this formidable problem!

In Sun Donghao’s eyes, Wang Zhuo was undoubtedly a man capable of creating miracles—and in the eyes of many others, he was too, as Wang Zhuo had already created numerous miracles time and again.

Therefore, one sentence from Wang Zhuo was more encouraging to Sun Donghao’s heart than a thousand words from others!

The five-day cruise aboard the Princess Eileen concluded successfully. After mooring her in the open sea, Wang Zhuo and his party flew back to Jiangzhou via the ship’s helicopter.

Upon landing, the group split into two parties. One group of guests dispersed, while the other immediately switched to waiting automobiles and headed straight for Jiangzhou International Airport.

Soon, an ultra-large aircraft, seventy-three meters long, twenty-four meters high, with a wingspan of eighty meters, was due to touch down. This behemoth, weighing three hundred tons, had taken off from Toulouse International Airport in France and, after a ten-hour journey spanning more than half of the Eurasian continent, was about to be handed over to its owner—the King of Wealth in China, the King of Wealth in the world!

The aircraft’s standard cruising speed was between nine hundred and nine hundred and fifty kilometers per hour, at an altitude of thirteen thousand meters, or forty-three thousand feet—nearly half again higher than the "thirty thousand feet" sung about in the Dickie Boy song. Not only its size and the wealth it represented, but even its cruising altitude was remarkably lofty and superior.

Its maximum flight range reached fifteen thousand kilometers, easily capable of intercontinental flights; fully fueled upon takeoff, it could easily circumnavigate the globe almost halfway!

Compared to this aircraft, the supercars owned by the second-generation coal heirs of Shanxi were like children's cartoon toys; compared to this aircraft, the luxury yachts of the nation's wealthiest resembled children's recreation vehicles; compared to this aircraft, all domestic private jets looked like sparrows next to a Roc.

At noon, eleven-thirty, a Mercedes-Benz bus, seemingly one size larger than a standard coach, pulled onto the tarmac of Jiangzhou International Airport.

This detail hardly drew any attention, except from one female ground staff member who had just finished checking in passengers. She asked her colleagues in a low voice, "Hey, look at that bus, doesn't it look a size bigger than usual?"

Her colleagues paused and followed her pointing finger. Indeed, the Mercedes-Benz bus in the distance was slightly larger than an ordinary large bus—an unfamiliar model.

Having worked as airport ground staff long enough, they had probably seen every kind of fine vehicle. After a few comments, a woman with a few freckles on her face suddenly said, "I remember now, that’s an RV! There are only two in Jiangzhou—one belongs to Wang Zhuo, and the other belongs to Yu Xiaodong."

A shorter woman asked curiously, "An RV? Whose is this one then?"

"Yu Xiaodong's is dark green, so it’s not this one." The freckled woman frowned, "This one looks somewhat like Wang Zhuo's, but the license plate is wrong."

The check-in agent who first noticed something odd about the vehicle asked, "You’ve seen Wang Zhuo’s RV before?"

"Of course, it’s been to our airport many times. This champagne gold color was repainted later." The freckled woman’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed, "I get it, this is Wang Zhuo's vehicle. They probably changed the plate because of that scandal involving him and the English girl!"

The other women’s eyes lit up simultaneously. Does this mean the little tyrant of Jiangzhou might be sitting in this luxury RV right now?

As they were talking, the sound of an aircraft echoed from the sky. The short ground staff member’s ears twitched, and she exclaimed in surprise, "It’s 6197! Why is it returning?!"

"6197?"

The group was momentarily stunned. 6197 was the registration number of a China Southern Airbus A380 that flew the Jiangzhou to Beijing route, the only A380 service utilizing Jiangzhou International Airport. It had taken off just half an hour ago; if it appeared in the sky now, it could only mean it was returning!

Just as car enthusiasts can identify a passing motorcycle just by the engine sound, long-serving ground staff can identify an aircraft by the sound of its flight.

This was far easier than discerning a motorcycle by sound. There were only a few models that flew regularly, and the less frequent ones combined numbered less than twenty. Furthermore, the A380 was so noble, so majestic, even its engine noise was wonderfully melodious. Airport workers could hear its familiar sound even ten kilometers away with their eyes closed.

The women immediately looked up, shading their eyes to scan the sky, but they couldn't spot the familiar massive silhouette with white and blue stripes.

"Hey?! Look!"

The freckled woman, quicker than the others, suddenly pointed to the sky and cried out excitedly, "It’s not 6197, it’s a golden one, a golden A380!"

It wasn't just her; her colleagues almost simultaneously spotted the golden Airbus A380 soaring in the clear blue sky. Its fuselage was entirely golden, adorned with patterns of auspicious clouds, a design rich in traditional Chinese characteristics.

This aerial overlord, which instantly captured everyone's attention upon its appearance, was circling the airport. At this moment, no other aircraft was taking off or landing at Jiangzhou International Airport. Other planes awaiting landing were queuing in the distance. This glittering, massive aircraft surveyed the entire scene, imposing, wealthy, and standing above all others!

"Mommy, that plane is so beautiful!"

"Wow, it’s huge! Is this the legendary A380?"

"Could it be a state leader's aircraft? I've never heard of this plane before?"

"Holy cow, that's so cool!"

"The logo looks wrong; it’s not an airline passenger plane."

"Maybe a foreign head of state is visiting?"

"Impossible. Didn't you see the auspicious cloud pattern? That’s a motif exclusive to our country; why would a foreign leader use it?"

"This is the most beautiful plane I’ve ever seen in my life, so awesome! Quick, take a picture with me and it!"

"Mommy, I want to ride on that big plane!"

"Good son, when you grow up and make something of yourself, you can fly on planes this big every day."

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The golden auspicious clouds, upon their dramatic entrance, not only snatched everyone’s gaze but also stunned Wang Zhuo and the others inside the Mercedes-Benz RV!