The colossal fuselage, the magnificent exterior, the soaring presence, the utterly show-stopping arrival—every aspect was dazzling to behold!

Wang Zhuo and his women were hardly country bumpkins who had never seen the world, and even Wang Zhengdao had flown on almost every model of commercial airliner available, often flying first class on the A380. Yet, this was the first time any of them had ever witnessed an aircraft so impossibly cool. The fuselage, shimmering gold in the sunlight, with its lavish colors and vibrant patterns, seemed imbued with a noble soul, commanding an air of looking down upon the world the moment it appeared!

Si Yuan and Bai Lu, who designed this exterior, clearly had no concept of what "low-key" meant. Or perhaps they knew perfectly well, but simply couldn't bear to give such a magnificent toy an unsightly shell. Thus, the "most high-profile private jet in history" came into existence...

"Tell me, old friend, is this really what you entrusted them to build?"

Guan Yingying elbowed Wang Zhuo at her side, suppressing a laugh. "While I absolutely love it, are you sure this style suits you?"

Wang Zhuo stared intently out the window, letting out a dry chuckle. "I was shocked too, but there’s a feeling of familiarity, as if it was always meant to be mine."

Gan Lin nodded slightly. "It's too ostentatious, but if you like it, that’s what matters."

"I'm incredibly curious what the interior looks like now. If it’s all golden splendor everywhere, just like the outside, that might be too much fun."

Xu Chu’s comment voiced what everyone else was thinking, and the others quickly agreed.

Wang Zhuo was equally curious, but this time he resisted using his X-ray vision to get a sneak peek at his grand new toy. He suppressed his anticipation, choosing instead to savor the immersive surprise meticulously prepared for him by Si Yuan and Bai Lu.

The sound of the giant landing was remarkably pleasant and crisp. Every person present—ground crew on the apron, runway, and terminal; passengers aboard other aircraft or waiting in the lounges; and even those waiting for arrivals—was deeply captivated by the golden auspicious cloud, all turning to salute it.

Although Wang Zhuo refrained from spying with his special vision, he could easily take in the reactions of the onlookers across the airport. Seeing the momentary stir his aircraft caused throughout the entire facility, he couldn't help but manage a wry smile.

"It’s too flashy. If I’d known, I should have had them fly back at night."

Qi Fei smiled faintly. "That's exactly the effect they wanted."

Wang Zhuo gave a nervous nod. What choice did he have but to accept the situation? Could the appearance of an airplane really cause any major trouble?

But things weren't going to be as simple as he imagined. The paint used on this aircraft was a newly developed aerospace coating. When Si Yuan and Bai Lu chose it, they hadn't anticipated the resulting dazzling effect. Furthermore, all the required paperwork for the aircraft was submitted photographically; before it even arrived domestically, before it was revealed to the public, many officials in related sectors had no idea how spectacularly brilliant it would look.

In short, domestic regulatory bodies only knew it featured a golden auspicious cloud pattern; they had absolutely no concept of this almost science-fiction level of visual impact.

It’s often said that people fear fame as pigs fear getting too fat. The arrival of this plane had instantly made Wang Zhuo a pig that had grown far too plump—the tree that stands out in the forest is sure to be battered by the wind!

Under the gaze of the multitude, the Golden Auspicious Cloud landed smoothly on the runway, gradually slowing before tracing an elegant arc as it taxied toward the dedicated parking spot assigned to it.

Without waiting for an order from Wang Zhuo, Guan Yingying started the vehicle and drove cheerfully toward the apron.

"Look! That Mercedes RV is driving over there!" a short female ground agent exclaimed, pointing out Wang Zhuo's motorhome.

"Something's off with this plane; look at its registration number," said a freckled female ground agent, frowning. "It's in the domestic private aircraft sequence—it's a private jet?"

"A private jet?!"

At the same moment in the waiting lounge, someone else recognized the identity of the Golden Cloud A380 by its registration number, triggering an even more intense wave of excitement.

"Impossible! You must be mistaken. How could anyone in China afford to own such an expensive plane privately?!"

"Holy smokes, how rich do you have to be to buy an A380 just to fly around for fun? Even the Arabs digging for oil in the Middle East don't own many like this."

"Hey, look, a big bus is driving over—what’s the deal?"

"How much does it cost just to maintain a private jet like this? If I had half that money, would it be enough to hire two Bing Bings?"

"Enough for your sister! People at that level don't need to hire anyone; top stars practically throw themselves at them for free."

"I’d be happy if I could just hook up with the pilot of this plane; I wouldn't dare dream of anything more."

"I bet the pilot is a foreigner."

"If it’s a handsome guy, even better."

No third party overheard the conversation between the two beautiful flight attendants, but their guesses were correct: the pilot of this A380 was not only a foreigner but also a handsome man.

However, compared to the owner, Wang Zhuo, no matter how handsome the pilot or how high his income, he could only be the background greenery next to the magnificent flower.

The air stairs truck rushed forward. Jiangzhou International Airport possessed two specialized sets of A380 air stairs. One set was enclosed, allowing disembarking passengers to walk directly into the terminal without being exposed to wind or rain—comfortable, safe, and easy to manage.

The other set of stairs was open, the kind the public often sees in news footage when a foreign head of state visits China, stepping out to greet welcomers, or waving farewell before boarding a plane for home. This open design was used for this Golden Cloud.

Even though it was merely a vehicle for passengers to board and alight, this particular set of air stairs held unusual prestige; it had been used by the U.S. President, a Prime Minister, and the British heir apparent, as well as the country's top leaders. Last year, an African chief once stumbled on the steps, resulting in severe criticism for the airport, which subsequently redesigned and modified several treads.

As the saying goes, even Yang Guifei’s chamber pot would be considered priceless. This set of air stairs carried extraordinary significance; ordinary people would never get the chance to use it.

Accompanying the air stairs were two ground support vehicles carrying airport personnel and relevant leaders from the national aviation departments. From every angle, the appearance of such an aircraft at Jiangzhou International Airport was an exceptionally grand gesture, warranting serious attention.

In reality, this aircraft held milestone significance for all of China; it was even poised to alter the course of history, though no one yet grasped that potential.

The ramp connected smoothly and precisely with the cabin door. The door opened, and first, a bright, gentle, pretty face peeked out before quickly retreating. Then, a head lower, another apple-cheeked, smiling face appeared, grinning happily and waving vigorously at the people standing on the ground.

An airport is never short of reporters, nor is it lacking in high-end camera equipment with long lenses. From the moment the Golden Auspicious Cloud began circling overhead, it had already devoured massive amounts of storage space on cameras and video recorders. When Bai Lu shyly pulled her face back and Si Yuan happily waved to Wang Zhuo and his party, countless telephoto lenses captured that precious moment, freezing it forever in photographs.

Wang Zhuo first returned a smile and a wave to Si Yuan, then enthusiastically invited the aviation bureau official beside him, "Director Liu, would you like to come take a look?"

When Director Liu, a man of short stature, first arrived at the airport that morning, he hadn't quite settled on how to address Wang Zhuo. Recent widespread rumors suggested Wang Zhuo had fallen from grace. He didn't want to associate too closely with him at this time, yet he worried the rumors might be false, causing him to miss an opportunity to build rapport with a significant figure.

But upon seeing the aircraft’s stunning exterior, the Director, who had been agonizing over the decision, immediately made up his mind: regardless of rumors, he needed to curry favor with this tycoon today!

Why the change of heart? Director Liu’s assistant, Mr. Niu, had muttered upon seeing the plane, How could a man who has fallen acquire such a flashy private jet? Even if he did, why would he fly it back so ostentatiously? Director Liu thought this point was absolutely correct, profoundly correct! Regardless of who backed Wang Zhuo to reach his current status, his success could not be purely luck. Such a person would never make such a rookie mistake. The rumors must be false!

So, when Wang Zhuo enthusiastically extended the invitation, Director Liu quickly smiled, "Mr. Wang, you are too kind. Please, you first!"

The two men linked arms and walked up the ramp together. Director Liu Changfa pointed to the golden auspicious cloud painted on the fuselage, marveling, "This is the first time I’ve seen this type of coating. Is it long-lasting or short-term?"

"When it comes to that sort of technical detail, I'm as clueless as a rolling pin blowing fire," Wang Zhuo laughed. "We can ask my assistants later. They handled all the arrangements; I was just responsible for paying."

Liu Changfa nodded with a smile, thinking how wonderful it was to be rich. Others would boast about riding an A380 for ages, but this fellow bought one and seemed clueless about the technicalities. Such a fine aircraft in his hands was like a eunuch marrying a beautiful woman—a complete waste of resources.

Just as Wang Zhuo and his party were boarding the ramp and stepping into the cabin, the waiting lounge erupted in a commotion. This was because someone had spotted Wang Zhuo and Liu Changfa through a telescope and relayed their appearances to those nearby. Coincidentally, two passengers in the lounge had seen Wang Zhuo before and immediately confirmed his identity.

Who was the wealthiest tycoon in China? Perhaps other cities might offer different answers, but in Jiangzhou, everyone would unanimously agree: that person was Wang Zhuo! This was because the enterprises under Wang Zhuo’s umbrella contributed the most tax revenue to this international metropolis annually, provided the most employment, and donated the largest sums of charitable funds and supplies. People knew him because of this; they even liked, admired, and revered him.

Of course, there were also those who envied, were jealous of, hated, or were hostile toward him. But regardless of one's perspective or attitude, everyone had to concede one fact: the more they learned about him, the more they looked up to his achievements and wealth. When Time magazine dubbed him the King of Wealth, the people of Jiangzhou had only one thought: the title was well-deserved!

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