The group of young Emirati men standing nearby were instantly captivated by the imposing yet sleek design of the yacht. Its striking appearance left them in awe, and Mavi's persuasive words only added to their excitement.
Many of them were already imagining the scene—taking this spectacular yacht out to sea for a fishing trip. It would be an incredibly stylish experience, one that might even outshine a Dubai prince. Perhaps they could even fire a water cannon as a playful show of skill.
"Brother Mavi, is this yacht really a modified frigate? How much does it cost?"
"If we want a custom order, does the shipyard accept private commissions? What's the estimated delivery time?"
"How much does it cost to modify and customize a Udaloy-class destroyer? Are there design options available?"
Mavi had anticipated this enthusiastic response. From his past-life memories, he knew that several Emirati tycoons had bought decommissioned warships—ranging from 2,000 to 4,000 tons—and converted them into luxury yachts. These conversions included hiring designers to create custom interiors and exterior aesthetics, along with installing high-tech features like forward-looking sonar and night-vision surveillance systems. The goal was to turn these warships into mobile sea palaces.
"The cost of decommissioned warships isn't too high," Mavi explained with a strategic mix of logic and persuasion. "The key issue is their limited availability. For example, with this Grisha-class frigate, I currently have only three in my possession. I also have five landing ships and four missile boats. It took a lot of effort to acquire them."
Hearing this, the group's desire to purchase grew even stronger. Mavi had planted a crucial idea in their minds—limited supply, first come, first served.
After touring the shipyard, Hamman Mohammed was the first to make a decisive move. He immediately ordered a Grisha-class light frigate, placing a down payment of 45%—a hefty $3.9 million.
As for the remaining 55%, he would pay once Mavi's Beihai Shipyard finalized the design plan, interior layout, and materials, ensuring the project was completed to specifications.
With Hamman setting an example, the others quickly followed. Some ordered frigates, while others opted for smaller vessels, such as landing ships and missile boats.
By the end of the frenzy, Mavi's Beihai Shipyard had sold two Grisha-class frigates alone, generating $17.32 million in revenue. Additionally, various other vessels—including landing ships, missile boats, and even submarines—were snapped up, bringing in another $19.56 million.
In total, the sale of eight decommissioned warships brought Beihai Shipyard a staggering $36.88 million!
These ships were expected to be fully converted within four years. Originally, Mavi had acquired them from the navy at an average price of just $160,000 per vessel. The total cost of all eight warships was under $1.5 million, yet he had managed to sell them for an astonishing $36.88 million!
The shipyard's director, Mikhail, along with the other executives, was utterly in awe. They were so impressed with Mavi's business acumen that they were ready to worship him.
While the Emirati clients were discussing the design details with shipyard engineers, Mikhail quietly approached Mavi.
"Chairman Mavi, you're truly incredible! I've already informed all departments about today's fantastic news. The workers are absolutely thrilled—this has lifted their spirits to a whole new level!"
Mavi nodded. "Being happy is good, but make sure they stay focused. These Emirati clients are long-term partners, and I have plenty more business to do with them."
"Understood, Chairman! I'll make sure we stay on track." Mikhail hadn't been this happy in years. Watching Beihai Shipyard thrive under Mavi's leadership felt like a dream come true.
"Are the preparations for tonight's event ready?" Mavi asked.
"Yes, everything is set, Chairman!"
"Good," Mavi said with a slight nod. He couldn't just profit from his allies without showing some hospitality. Otherwise, these Emiratis might see him as stingy, which could affect future business.
Once the discussions on the modifications were settled, Mavi invited his clients onto his luxury yacht. Though large and opulent, at 45 meters in length, it couldn't quite compare to the military-grade vessels being converted into yachts.
Still, the interior was spacious and lavishly decorated, making it a fitting venue for entertaining guests. The yacht was fully equipped with chefs, bartenders, DJs, and waitstaff. And, of course, no yacht party would be complete without beautiful women.
For this event, Mavi had arranged for an exclusive selection—every single one of them was a stunning Russian model, with fair skin, exquisite features, and youthful allure. Unlike his European trip, where he had invited models from various countries, this time he focused solely on Russian and Ukrainian beauties—after all, these countries were famous for producing some of the most breathtaking women in the world.
Even those who weren't professional models were often just as stunning as celebrities. But the key reason Mavi favored Russian women wasn't just their beauty—it was their fiery personalities. They weren't just physically striking; they were bold, fierce, and full of energy.
At 8 p.m., Mavi, Hamman, and the others boarded the yacht, enjoying the rhythmic beats of the music and the intoxicating aroma of fine wine.
Roughly ten minutes later, a large bus, escorted by armored Tiger vehicles, arrived at the shipyard's dock. As the doors opened, a group of tall, gorgeous Russian women stepped out.
These women were all under 20 years old and had undergone a strict selection process. Underage girls were not allowed. Those who weren't beautiful enough didn't make the cut. Height standards were enforced.
Because of this rigorous selection, the moment they stepped onto the yacht, the Emirati guests were visibly excited. Some sipped their red wine while flashing Mavi a thumbs-up.
"Brother Mavi, this party is fantastic! These girls are exactly my type!" one of them said, grinning.
Mavi swirled the champagne in his glass, enjoying the electrifying atmosphere. As the music pulsed through the yacht, he watched the long line of Russian beauties step aboard under the security team's guidance.
The women wore elegant, form-fitting evening gowns in various colors—some in off-shoulder bodycon dresses, others in silky cocktail dresses. Many paired their outfits with black stockings, sheer white thigh-highs, or, in some cases, left their flawless, toned legs completely bare.
As they walked in pairs and small groups into the lounge area, standing before Mavi and his guests, he once again felt the sheer power and pleasure that came with wealth.
The endless stream of long, slender legs, soft curves, and captivating faces created an overwhelming visual feast.
If he had to sum up the feeling in just three words, it would be—absolute indulgence.
(End of Chapter)