The myriad of events proceeded one after another, finally culminating in the segment where Wang Zhuo would meet everyone.
At some point, the auctioning off of celebrity dinner invitations had become routine news, much like the Warren Buffett lunch, which was renowned as the world's most famous, longest-running, and most expensive lunch. It initially auctioned for only twenty thousand US dollars before climbing into the millions.
Many economists and market analysts believed that the only person capable of shattering this record and setting a new high in the current era was Wang Zhuo, the King of Wealth. Wang Zhuo was the most low-key of magnates, the fastest person in human history to accumulate riches through peaceful means. Anyone privileged enough to share a meal and receive guidance from him would undoubtedly gain immense benefits.
In the field of journalism, paid interviews were commonplace. Many subjects of headline news could earn enough pin money to last a lifetime simply by selling interview rights. A classic case from 2009 involved a British mother who fabricated a story about her thirteen-year-old son having a father, using paid interviews to make her fortune.
And the fees for exclusive scoops were even greater. Major news, such as a celebrity giving birth or a secret marriage, often fetched a million dollars or more. A television network once offered a staggering five million US dollars for the exclusive interview with Eileen following the scandal involving explicit photos of her and Wang Zhuo. However, Wang Zhuo and Eileen later held a free press conference, accommodating all media outlets simultaneously.
To this day, no media outlet has ever truly interviewed Wang Zhuo; all reports about his interviews have been fabricated. Journalists unanimously agreed that a figure like him could not be persuaded even with money. Any reporter who managed to secure the first interview with him would certainly see that piece sell for a fortune.
Yet, this very enigmatic and immensely wealthy figure was stepping onto the stage today to meet everyone!
After the host's grand introduction, the hall erupted in excitement. It was akin to how Apple's die-hard fans yearned for a glimpse of Steve Jobs; how could the fervent worshippers of the Male Enhancement Agent not long to see Wang Zhuo? Especially since Wang Zhuo carried the even more dazzling halo of the King of Wealth.
Coupled with his steadfast refusal to appear in public, this made everyone feel profoundly honored. Many had spent tens of thousands of dollars just to attend this event, but the mere sight of Wang Zhuo instantly made them feel it was worth every penny!
Amidst the entire audience holding their breath and watching intently, Wang Zhuo made his magnificent entrance. The enthusiastic applause continued unabated. Thanks to the prior vetting of candidates by Fei Long, every single person present was his fan, and many were the rabid variety. Furthermore, the atmosphere had been completely charged by the preceding activities, ensuring everyone's emotions were running extremely high. Wang Zhuo’s entrance was perfectly timed, much like the grand finale act!
The fans reacted enthusiastically, and Wang Zhuo, naturally, was in high spirits. Having weathered years of storms, he had experienced every kind of scene imaginable. He certainly did not exhibit the stage fright of some magnates newly stepping into the spotlight, nor did he stammer or forget his lines. Merely his air of composed and effortless dignity captivated everyone present.
He delivered a cascade of speech—though brief, it was pithy and perfectly aligned with Wang Zhuo’s resolute character. Following the sustained applause, it was time for questions.
After the host made a selection, the first gentleman stood up to ask a question. He addressed Wang Zhuo in slightly Mediterranean-accented English: “Mr. Wang, why is your English so good? Have you lived in England for a long time?”
“From Eileen Top.”
Wang Zhuo's answer caused two seconds of silence across the hall, followed immediately by an eruption of applause, shrieks, and whistles. They were all true men; the King of Wealth didn't hide anything, speaking plainly—truly impressive!
In reality, just as the Chinese language has many regional dialects, English also possesses various accents. The dialect Eileen Top used was clearly the most universally accepted colloquial form; otherwise, how could it suit her status as an international superstar? The English Wang Zhuo learned was entirely modeled after her, mimicking everything from lip shape to pronunciation flawlessly. It was no wonder others were astounded by the quality of his spoken English; he sounded as if he had grown up in Britain from childhood!
This was one of the benefits the X-ray Vision afforded Wang Zhuo. Being able to speak near-perfect, native-sounding English was in itself an impressive feat. Compared to Wang Zhuo, those "sea turtles" (returnees from overseas) who habitually peppered their conversations with English words looked utterly weak, and even many native-born Brits felt humbled by Wang Zhuo’s linguistic charm.
The second question inevitably steered towards the rumors surrounding Wang Zhuo and Eileen, but the host, being highly professional, passed on that question and called on the third questioner.
This gentleman was a powerfully built, tall white man. His leather attire, metal chains, tattoos, and piercings made one immediately associate him with biker gangs or gay culture upon first sight.
He stood up and calmly inquired: “Mr. Wang, I heard that you and your group are conducting research related to AIDS prevention. Is that true?”
Could this gay man have AIDS? His companions nearby immediately showed strange expressions, subtly distancing themselves from him.
“It is true,” Wang Zhuo confirmed with a nod. “And the manpower and resources I have dedicated surpass those of all previous research institutions combined. I believe this challenge will inevitably be overcome by us in the near future.”
The hall quieted for a moment, then murmuring broke out.
“Hasn’t he spoken too confidently? Is AIDS really that easy to conquer?”
“So the King of Wealth isn't humble.”
“It probably isn't baseless boasting, right? Has the Dynasty Group made significant breakthroughs in AIDS research? Otherwise, why would the King of Wealth say that?”
“If AIDS truly disappeared from the world, I suspect chaos would ensue very quickly.”
As they whispered among themselves, the fourth questioner stood up. This young man, a Japanese national, asked directly: “Mr. Wang Zhuo, why are you so confident? AIDS has troubled humanity for nearly forty years since it was discovered by Americans in 1981. In those forty years, countless people have made bold claims about rapidly conquering this medical challenge, but none have ever succeeded.” The Japanese man’s phrasing was rather sharp, immediately eliciting boos from the audience. Although they doubted Wang Zhuo could fulfill the "boast" he made, they were all staunch fans of his. The Japanese man daring to target their idol immediately provoked their dissatisfaction.
On the stage, Wang Zhuo smiled faintly, raising both hands to signal for quiet, and then spoke with a smile: “This gentleman is probably not targeting me, but merely speaking rather bluntly. If I recall correctly, he should be the best-selling manga artist, Kenji Sakai, the author of a passionate action manga, and also an otaku.”
Kenji Sakai froze for a moment, then instantly straightened his posture, overwhelmed with gratitude, and bowed ninety degrees to Wang Zhuo. Japanese people respect strength. To have his name remembered by the King of Wealth and to be introduced to everyone in such a setting was an honor that thrilled him immensely!
In truth, Wang Zhuo had no idea who he was. He had merely used his X-ray Vision to scan the club guest profiles prepared by Fei Long when the man posed his question. It turned out this Mr. Kenji Sakai was indeed a massive otaku who acted according to his own will. Knowing he had over twenty million fans worldwide, he brazenly underwent Male Enhancement in international waters and then brazenly declared in a media interview that the feeling after the enhancement was absolutely fantastic, claiming seventy percent of Japanese men should undergo this procedure.
Why did Wang Zhuo treat him so well? Because the file also recorded one of his notable feats: during a live radio interview, he made a shocking statement, suggesting the Japanese government should negotiate with Wang Zhuo to incorporate the Male Enhancement into basic healthcare, having the state pay for all young men over the age of twenty to undergo the enhancement, similar to how they receive circumcision in infancy!
Although such a thing was impossible and utterly outrageous, it illustrated the high regard Kenji Sakai held for the Male Enhancement. Although Wang Zhuo showed no favoritism toward the Japanese man, he felt obligated to grant face to such a hardcore supporter.
Hearing Wang Zhuo identify the short Japanese man as Kenji Sakai caused a slight stir in the hall. Sakai was nearly forty years old but had two decades of manga artistry under his belt. His erotic comics were sold worldwide, and his illustration skills were considered top-tier globally. At least half the attendees had heard of him, and a quarter could even name a few of his works.
Fei Long choosing Kenji Sakai wasn't exactly nepotism, but it was because he was an avid reader of the artist’s work. Moreover, this Mr. Sakai showed Fei Long great respect; they hit it off immediately, as Sakai happened to be a fan of Fei Long’s films as well. It was a case of birds of a feather flocking together. Consequently, Fei Long promised Sakai he would frequently invite him to be a live audience member on his film sets, while Sakai patted his chest and guaranteed that the protagonist of his next manga would be modeled after Fei Long, vividly portraying the thrilling story of the Mao Zhu going too far!
“Mr. Sakai’s question seems to require a serious answer,” Wang Zhuo said, adjusting the microphone, smiling casually. “But you can also consider it me bragging. I’m still young, and it's quite forgivable for young people to boast a little, don't you think?”
A wave of benevolent laughter rose from below. The King of Wealth’s demeanor and humor were incredibly infectious, truly winning hearts!
“About four years ago, shortly after I started university. Thanks to the genes inherited from my father, my physique had a natural affinity for alcohol, so I was always getting drunk when drinking with classmates.” Applause interrupted Wang Zhuo’s speech. He smiled good-naturedly, waiting for the audience to quiet down before continuing.
“At that time, I thought it would be wonderful if there were a medicine that could inhibit my absorption of alcohol without harming my body. And so, later, Dynasty Wuliang was born.”
Another round of fervent applause. Wang Zhuo smiled and casually asked, “Has anyone here tried Dynasty Wuliang? Please raise your hand if you have.”
Instantly, every hand in the hall shot up—black hands, white hands, and of course, yellow hands. These hands varied in size, fatness, and slimness; some were smooth and sleek, others covered in thick hair. But regardless of the hand's appearance, every raised palm represented allegiance and support for Wang Zhuo!
A sweep with the X-ray Vision revealed that not a single person had failed to raise their hand. Wang Zhuo’s spirits soared, and he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the assembly.