A seven-year age difference might make a sworn brother or sister relationship perfectly normal, but "godfather and goddaughter" felt entirely inappropriate! Moreover, Wang Zhuo was still considered a mere young man, while the Qiu sisters were undoubtedly young women; this seniority structure was truly baffling, bordering on ridiculous. Yang Ru could only offer a wry smile; this was one of Wang Zhuo's peculiar tastes she had long since experienced; however, Qu Jingyou found this awkward pretense unbearable and was immediately seized by a shudder.

Fortunately, Wang Zhuo’s subsequent conversation with the two young women returned to normal topics, discussing only studies, work, and daily life. They didn't even touch upon romance or engage in any flirting, which finally allowed Qu Jingyou to relax, and she didn't overthink Wang Zhuo’s relationship with them. Bai Lu soon arrived with a pot of Longjing tea and, under Wang Zhuo's instructions, took Yingying and Yanyan on a tour of the aircraft's various sections.

This left only the three adults—Wang Zhuo, Yang Ru, and Qu Jingyou—in the living area, causing an inexplicable tension in the two women. "First, have some tea to quench your thirst, and then we'll discuss serious matters!" Wang Zhuo smiled warmly as he poured a cup for each of them. Qu Jingyou lifted her cup and gently inhaled the aroma beneath her nose, exclaiming in surprise, "This is Pre-Qing tea, isn't it?" Wang Zhuo nodded with a slight smile.

"It’s Yuqian [Before the Rains], actually. The weather arrived a few days late this year, so there wasn't any top-grade Mingqian, which isn't punctual enough for me." "You claim to understand the Way of Tea?" Yang Ru looked at Wang Zhuo in astonishment. "You mean to say, 'You actually understand the Way of Tea,' right?" Wang Zhuo shrugged nonchalantly.

"Frankly, I just find the tea tastes very pleasant. As for whether it's Mingqian or Yuqian, I don't really check; the person who sent it to me said that's what it was, so I'm just parroting it now." Yang Ru and Qu Jingyou exchanged glances, both simultaneously suppressing a laugh. Such fine tea was priceless, even if one had money; at auction, it could fetch tens of thousands of Yuan per liang.

And this fellow just said it "tastes very pleasant"—truly like feeding pearls to swine, wasting something precious! Seeing the peculiar expressions on their faces, Wang Zhuo asked curiously, "What are those looks? Is this tea quite valuable?" Yang Ru’s expression turned playful.

"I estimate this single pot could be worth a few thousand Yuan." "Oh dear..." Wang Zhuo was momentarily stunned, then let out a dry laugh. "Then I truly can't tell the difference. I thought it was just the kind that costs a few hundred Yuan a jin!" Qu Jingyou inquired, "Who was generous enough to gift you something so valuable without even mentioning its worth?" "A friend," Wang Zhuo chuckled, adding, "I gave him a set of 'Man Enhancement Agent,' and he was quite pleased with it." It made sense.

Qu Jingyou and Yang Ru both displayed knowing smiles. Isn't that how men operate? After receiving such a generous gift from Wang Zhuo, sending some top-tier Longjing tea was certainly no big deal!

"Alright, let's get down to business." Wang Zhuo cleared his throat with a laugh, composing his features into a serious expression. "I called you two here today because I need to consult you on a serious matter. It's inconvenient to ask outsiders for advice on this for the time being, and you two are the most professional people I have nearby." As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Ru and Qu Jingyou were indeed pleased to hear them.

On one hand, Wang Zhuo treated them as insiders; on the other, he recognized their abilities as superior to others. As for which of the two was higher ranked—that was another matter; perhaps it would become clear once the discussion began? "Here's the situation," Wang Zhuo began to elaborate smoothly: "I've always had an idea: I want to obtain a status with the fewest restrictions and the highest degree of freedom.

What I mean is, for instance, being able to strike someone without committing a crime, or marrying several wives without being prosecuted for bigamy." "But this conflicts with the laws of our country. How should I put this? You both should know I am a patriotic person, but that doesn't mean I endorse every single law, right?

Furthermore, the nation itself acknowledges that systemic reform is a long and arduous task, and many current laws have shortcomings that require time to be gradually amended." "In truth, I have so much money that I couldn't spend it in eight lifetimes, genuinely. So, when I do charity, I have no grand ambition; it's purely from the heart—wanting to help those in need, to help this nation, or perhaps this ethnicity." "So please don't look at me that way. How could someone like me possibly betray the country?

Right?" "Jingyou, don't pout. I really am not making excuses. You can view it as a child growing up and wanting to establish their own branch of the family.

Besides, we aren't leaving the house and taking things with us; we're leaving a portion of what we earned for the family. This money was earned through our own hard work, unlike some people whose elbows bend outwards." "What are you looking at? Your Qiu family has plenty of people like that—they squeezed immense wealth from the country and are now living like rich moguls overseas.

Am I wrong?" "Brother despises those types!" "You should grasp what I mean, right? It sounds a bit ridiculous, perhaps. It's fine if you laugh at how absurd it sounds, but that is genuinely what I think.

My stage should be the entire world, not one constrained by some authority or irrelevant people." "Let me reiterate: my relationship with the current authorities is very harmonious; there are no conflicts or dirty dealings you might imagine. But a fledgling bird’s wings grow strong; eventually, there will be a day for soaring high. Do you understand what I mean?" After hearing Wang Zhuo's speech, Qu Jingyou and Yang Ru were truly stunned.

They intensely wished they could open Wang Zhuo’s skull to see what kind of thinking resided within! This man was too arrogant! There are certainly many people in this world who feel overly self-satisfied, but they had never encountered anyone quite this far gone!

Listen to the nonsense he's spouting—his wings are strong and he wants to fly solo? Good heavens, is this normal thinking? He must be crazy!

"...May I interpret it this way," Qu Jingyou said, considering her wording with a strange expression, delicately suggesting, "that you have already made up your mind to fly solo, and you want the two of us, who have a better understanding of the upper echelons of officialdom, to offer you some reference points?" "More or less," Wang Zhuo nodded. "What reference points are there to discuss!" Yang Ru retorted with irritation. "This is fundamentally impossible!

Have you ever heard of Bill Gates immigrating?" Wang Zhuo replied calmly, "I am on a higher tier than him—much higher." "It is precisely because you are so high-profile that you absolutely cannot immigrate!" Yang Ru laughed in exasperation. "For someone like you, the mere hint of an intention to emigrate would result in heavyweight national leaders seeking you out for a chat! Do you realize the altitude you stand at?

How much impact your position has on national stability?" Qu Jingyou nodded in agreement. "Sister Yang is right. I also think this is completely impossible." "Oh?" Wang Zhuo raised an eyebrow and leisurely continued, "Don't be so absolute.

What if I don't immigrate, but instead carve out a perpetually leased territory for myself?" "You really dare to dream that big?" Qu Jingyou stared, simultaneously annoyed and amused. "Are you planning to form a government-in-exile? To carve out your own kingdom overseas?" Wang Zhuo let out a dry chuckle.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not committing treason; I'm establishing my own house." "You truly are shallow and ignorantly unaware of the law," Yang Ru was utterly defeated into speechlessness, gently tapping her smooth forehead as she regarded Wang Zhuo as if he were an idiot. "What action do you plan to take?" Qu Jingyou asked playfully.

They had now dismissed Wang Zhuo as a lunatic obsessed with fanciful ideas and decided to first probe what kind of outrageous action plan he had prepared. Wang Zhuo saw through their thoughts immediately. A slight unease surfaced in his own mind, wondering if his idea was indeed too wildly imaginative.

However, different realms of attainment lead to different perspectives on matters. Yang Ru and Qu Jingyou considered this scenario pure fantasy, but for him, it might not be entirely unfeasible. Besides, there's a saying: things are achieved by human effort.

How can one know if it's possible without analyzing it? How can one know if it can be done without trying? Wang Zhuo knew his confidence wasn't blind.

Things that seem like pipe dreams to others are things he has already accomplished many times! Starting from the Wangchao Wuliang, which of his inventions was not something others wouldn't dare to imagine? The 'Man Enhancement Agent' was itself a pipe dream, yet it now nets over a billion US dollars in profit monthly—isn't that even more fantastical than a fantasy?

"Do you remember my Arab friend, Maimon?" Wang Zhuo inquired. "I should have mentioned him to you. He is a Prince from Abu Dhabi, the largest emirate in the UAE, and he owns his own private A380." "Yes, I recall you mentioning him," Qu Jingyou replied, and Yang Ru also nodded to confirm she had heard of this person.

"Actually, the reason I developed the Male Agent was commissioned by him," Wang Zhuo shrugged, saying with a hint of pride, "Although I never expected this business to make me so much money, since I did it at his request, he owes me a massive favor, and our personal relationship is quite good." "He certainly needed that kind of thing," Qu Jingyou giggled. "It seems men in the UAE can legally marry up to four wives; feeling overwhelmed is quite normal." "No wonder you researched this thing." Qu Jingyou feigned realization, teasing slyly, "It’s quite obvious that in the future, you will need it even more than that Prince." "Stop interrupting," Wang Zhuo laughed good-naturedly. "I was talking about something else.

This Prince Maimon specifically called me yesterday to inform me that a small African nation called Eswatini just experienced a coup d'état. The country is currently desperate for all sorts of international aid, including money, materials, personnel, and even munitions." "He’s suggesting you take advantage of the chaos?" Qu Jingyou asked in surprise. Wang Zhuo chuckled, "Exactly.

That’s precisely what he suggested." "Eswatini?" Yang Ru, however, paused for a moment before her eyes lit up. "Isn't that one of the few African nations that hasn't established diplomatic ties with China? If the coup succeeds, there's a great deal of maneuvering possible there!" "Hearing you say that reminds me," Qu Jingyou suddenly understood, saying with a cold smile, "but if I recall correctly, that country seems aligned with the United States, and it's completely landlocked within South Africa.

If you try to make waves there, aren't you inviting death, like an old man hanging himself for a long life?"