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The dazzling fireworks burst forth in the night sky in their final splendor, shattering like countless stars. The golden embers, trailing long shadows, slowly and reluctantly fell to the ground, finally disappearing into the darkness.

The deafening roar gradually subsided, and the valley returned to tranquility, with only the soft crackling of the campfire and the still cheerful laughter of the villagers in the distance.

This unprecedented New Year's Eve extravaganza has come to an end.

In the control room, Su Qinghuan looked at the barrage of "Happy New Year" messages on the main screen. She felt like she had just finished a marathon, and every cell in her body was exhausted, but her spirit was extremely excited.

She succeeded.

She and her team did not disappoint the young master's trust, perfectly presenting this historic live broadcast to the world.

Old Wang and Little Li beside her also looked excited and exhausted.

Old Wang's eyes, bloodshot from prolonged intense focus, shone with an unprecedented light.

He spent his entire life as a cameraman and never imagined that one day he would create such a media phenomenon with over 100 million viewers.

Assistant Xiao Li was already sobbing uncontrollably. While wiping away her tears with a tissue, she looked at the heartwarming comments on the screen, a strange expression on her face that was both crying and laughing.

"Sister Qinghuan...no, Chairman..." she choked, instinctively changing her words, "We...we really did it..."

Su Qinghuan turned her head and looked at her two companions who had stayed by her side all the way, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Yes," she nodded, her voice slightly hoarse, "we did it."

In the live stream, the celebratory atmosphere gradually gave way to a sense of loss and melancholy after the fireworks ended.

"That's... the end?"

"No! I haven't seen enough! I feel like I could watch for another three days and three nights!"

"Waaah, the fireworks are over, the New Year is over, and tomorrow I have to start working again. I suddenly feel so lost."

"Yeah, it was so lively just now, but now it's suddenly quiet, and I feel empty inside. This is probably the loneliness after a party."

"Don't go, streamer! Stream a little longer! Even just letting us see the campfire would be great!"

"Yes! Don't go! We still want to see the young master!"

Countless netizens, in the barrage of comments, used the most humble tone to try and hold onto this soon-to-end spectacle.

They couldn't bear to part with it.

They were reluctant to part with this rare warmth, reluctant to part with this long-lost festive atmosphere, and even more reluctant to part with the little grandpa who had brought them so much emotion and awe.

Looking at these comments, Su Qinghuan felt a pang of reluctance.

She knew that all good things must come to an end.

But she also knew that she had to give these viewers, who had spent the whole day with them, an explanation, a perfect ending.

She took a deep breath, put the microphone back on, and put on that warm and friendly smile.

"Dear viewers," her voice, transmitted clearly through the live stream, reached everyone's ears once again, "Happy times always seem so short."

"Our 'A Shared Moment Across the World' New Year's Eve Bonfire Party is coming to an end here, and we must say goodbye to everyone."

"Over the past few hours, we have witnessed together the indomitable spirit of the border guards."

"We experienced together the compassionate heart of the medical professionals in white coats."

Together we listened to the lofty aspirations of overseas students.

"We also shared countless ordinary people's laughter and tears together."

"Thank you to all the friends who participated in the video conference. It is your dedication and hard work that makes our country a better place."

"I also want to thank everyone who stayed up in front of their screens. It is your companionship and blessings that made this New Year's Eve so warm."

"Finally..." Su Qinghuan paused.

"On behalf of Strawberry Media Group and all viewers of the live stream, I would also like to express my gratitude to our young master."

"Thank you for bringing us such a New Year's Eve celebration filled with love, hope, and emotion."

"Thank you for helping us rediscover that long-lost feeling of the New Year."

"Thank you for letting us all feel the immense pride and honor of being Chinese."

Su Qinghuan's words were sincere and heartfelt.

In the live stream, the chat that had just calmed down was once again completely overwhelmed by a tidal wave of "Thank you, young master."

"Alright, everyone." Su Qinghuan revealed a mysterious smile. "Although, our live broadcast tonight is coming to an end."

"But..." she deliberately dragged out her words, keeping everyone in suspense.

"Our story is far from over."

"Because the new year has just begun."

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year.

"A day for bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new, a day of renewal for all things."

"It's also a day for visiting relatives and friends and exchanging New Year's greetings."

"And what kind of unique scene will our New Year's greetings in Wujia Village be?"

"What kind of special New Year's greetings will that young master, who has captivated us all, receive tomorrow?"

Su Qinghuan's words were like hooks, instantly pulling at the hearts of all the viewers who had just felt disappointed, and making them feel disappointed again!

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! What did I just hear? Tomorrow...and more?"

"Holy crap! There's a sequel? Strawberry TV is so good at this! I'm instantly revived!"

"A New Year's greeting in Wujia Village? A New Year's greeting to the young master? My goodness! Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps!"

"Host! Tell me quickly! What time tomorrow?! I'm not sleeping tonight! I'm waiting here!"

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