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The night was as dark as ink, and the highway resembled a winding black dragon, coiled around the sleeping earth.

At four in the morning, it is the deepest time of night, when people are most tired.

However, on this highway leading to Jiangcheng, streaks of light broke the tranquility.

A black Rolls-Royce Cullinan, like a silent beast, occupied the innermost lane with an undeniable presence. Behind it followed two black Mercedes-Benz G63s, their boxy bodies exuding an imposing aura.

This convoy is so similar to Wang Hao's arrogant convoy from the day before.

But the people sitting in the car had completely different feelings.

Inside the car, a man who looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a well-tailored Armani suit and gold-rimmed glasses, was leaning back in the back seat with his eyes closed, resting.

His name is Wu Qihua, and he is one of the most outstanding young people in Wujia Village. He is in charge of the family's real estate and energy sectors in Central China.

The phone screen next to him was lit up, displaying a WeChat group called "Wu Family - Young Talents".

Messages are scrolling rapidly in the group chat.

"@Everyone, I'm in southern Henan, already on the highway, and expect to arrive at the village entrance around 6:30 AM. Anyone going the same way? Want to team up?"

Someone immediately replied, "Brother, you're too slow! I set off from Chang'an and am almost at Jiangcheng's borders! I'm definitely getting the first incense stick this year!"

"Your beat-up 911? Don't be ridiculous! By the time my Koenigsegg arrives, you won't even see my taillights!"

"Stop arguing, it's still uncertain who will leave the deepest impression on the young master this year. I've prepared a big gift."

Wu Qihua stared quietly at his phone screen, watching his peers in the WeChat group, who were usually so powerful and confident, like the cream of the crop, now acting like innocent elementary school students, competing and vying with each other!

The scene made him chuckle, but at the same time, he felt a deep sense of helplessness—after all, they were all adults…

However, faced with this situation, Ng Kai-wah did not choose to join in the fun or express his own views and opinions;

Instead, he simply smiled slightly, looked away from his phone, and gently closed his eyes to begin pondering:

"Sigh... I know perfectly well what's going on! No matter how much you compare or flaunt those so-called material wealth and gifts, it's all meaningless to that legendary 'young master'!"

Thinking of this, Wu Qihua couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. Then, he slowly opened his eyes again and looked out the car window at the bustling city nightscape rushing past, along with the dazzling neon light show and other beautiful scenery.

A profound and indescribable sense of depth gradually emerged from the depths of his eyes...

He recalled the enormous difficulties he encountered last year when he was in charge of a multi-billion dollar energy project for the first time.

At that time, the project was stalled for nearly three months because a key technical bottleneck could not be overcome, and astronomical sums of money were being burned every day.

He was so anxious and stressed that several strands of his hair turned white.

Just when he was about to give up and was preparing to ask his family for help.

He received a call from Wu Jingzhi.

On the phone, Wu Jingzhi only relayed one sentence from the young master.

"The darkest place is under the lamp."

Just these three simple words.

But like a bolt of lightning, it instantly cleaved through the fog in his mind!

He immediately reorganized the technical team, shifting his focus from seemingly sophisticated foreign technical solutions back to domestic ones.

Ultimately, they found the perfect alternative to solve that technical bottleneck in an obscure research institute that they had previously taken for granted!

Not only were costs reduced by nearly half.

Moreover, it also possesses completely independent intellectual property rights!

That experience instilled in Wu Qihua a profound and unwavering respect for the seven-year-old "little master."

That goes beyond the realm of wisdom.

So, he's going home this year too.

He wanted to personally thank the young master who had given him a new life.

I also want to report to him on my proudest achievements of the past year.

……

On another highway leading from the south to Jiangcheng.

An unremarkable-looking Toyota Alphard minivan was driving unhurriedly through the traffic.

Inside the car, an elderly man with graying hair, dressed in a simple gray jacket, was engrossed in reading a well-worn copy of "The Chip Wars."

His name is Wu Zhenguo. He is the oldest and most respected person in the "Zhen" generation of Wu Family Village.

He single-handedly built the vast technological empire of Wu Family Village in southern China.

"Uncle Zhenguo, would you like to rest for a while?" The driver was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties and had a capable demeanor.

He was Wu Zhenguo's nephew and his most capable assistant.

"It's alright." Wu Zhenguo waved his hand without looking up. "I'm getting old, I need less sleep."

He turned a page in the book, as if remembering something, and suddenly asked, "By the way, did you hear about the 'Young Scientist Support Program' that the young master mentioned in his live stream last night?"

"I've heard about it," the middle-aged man replied immediately. "As soon as the news came out, our company's semiconductor labs were bombarded with inquiries from overseas."

"Hehe." Wu Zhenguo laughed with satisfaction upon hearing this.

"Young master, that was a brilliant move," he exclaimed. "A thousand pieces of gold to buy a horse's bones!"

"A small online wish."

"It not only won over the hearts of the people, but also earned them a great reputation."

"It has also planted an extremely important seed for the future of our Chinese nation."

"This vision, this perspective..." Wu Zhenguo shook his head, a look of self-deprecation on his face.

"We old folks can't even catch up to that."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

"Yes," he said. "I heard that the eulogy that the young master read at the ancestral worship ceremony last night completely silenced South Korea."

"I heard that eulogy." A bright light shone in Wu Zhenguo's eyes. "It was well written."

"Those who offend China, though far away, shall be punished! Those who steal from China, though powerful, shall perish!"

"This is the spirit our Wu Family Village should have!"

"This is the true spirit of the Chinese nation!"

As he spoke, he slowly closed the book in his hand.

His gaze was fixed on the dark horizon before dawn outside the window.

"This era belongs to the young people."

"It also belongs to the young master."

"All we old folks can do is cheer him on from behind."

"To protect him."

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