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As the New Year's Eve celebrations came to an end, the first rays of dawn quietly bathed every inch of the land of China.

The city slowly awakens from the hustle and bustle of the night.

The streets still smelled of gunpowder from last night's fireworks, and sanitation workers had already begun sweeping up the red scraps of paper scattered on the ground.

Most shops were still closed, with brand-new Spring Festival couplets and the character "福" (good fortune) pasted on their doors.

The entire city was enveloped in a peaceful and languid festive atmosphere.

In a 24-hour chain coffee shop in Shanghai.

Several young people were sitting around a table, their faces showing the exhaustion of a hangover and the excitement of a night of revelry.

In front of them was a steaming cup of coffee.

But no one drank it.

Their eyes were all focused on the tablet computer in the center of the table, which was playing a live replay.

The screen was showing Strawberry TV's unprecedented New Year's Eve bonfire party from last night.

"Damn, guys, it still feels like a dream." A young man with dyed yellow hair muttered to himself as he looked at Wu You's delicate face on the screen.

"Who says otherwise?" Another boy with black-rimmed glasses, who looked quite refined, chimed in, "I spent the whole night drinking with you guys on the Bund and watching live streams all night."

"I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life."

"Yeah," a stylishly dressed girl sitting across from him said with a smile. "I used to hate Chinese New Year the most. Every year I spent it alone in my rented room, it was so cold and lonely, I felt like someone who had been abandoned by the whole world."

"But last night, being with you all, I realized for the first time that the Lunar New Year can be so warm."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened.

They were all "Shanghai New Year's Eve watchmen" who spontaneously organized themselves in the live stream chat last night.

They were complete strangers.

But last night, they were like old friends who had known each other for many years, drinking and chatting together, moved by the same scene, and excited by the same words.

"Stop getting sentimental," the blond-haired young man said with a smile. "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. We're practically family, celebrating the New Year together and exchanging New Year's greetings."

"What are your plans for the future?"

"What else can I plan?" The boy with black-rimmed glasses shrugged. "I'll go back and catch up on some sleep later. Then I'll just wait to watch the young master's New Year's greeting live stream at eight in the morning."

"That's right!" the girl exclaimed excitedly. "I can't wait to see those business tycoons lining up to kowtow to the young master... no, I mean, to pay their respects during the New Year!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of hearty laughter rang out in the coffee shop.

This scene was playing out in every city across China this morning.

Countless lonely souls who came together because of yesterday's live broadcast found their temporary refuge on this day.

They may not be related by blood.

But they were closely connected because of the same faith.

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In a heavily guarded courtyard house in Beijing.

Wang Wenyi, the Vice Minister of Culture, was practicing a set of Tai Chi in the courtyard with great vigor.

His face beamed with a triumphant smile, as if he had finally gotten his revenge.

Yesterday morning, after that international video conference.

He became a legend in one battle.

He used the ancestral worship ceremony in Wujia Village, which was akin to a game-changer, to crush the ridiculous cultural theft plot of the South Koreans!

"Old Wang, you're so energetic so early in the morning!"

An elderly man, also with white hair and beard but an extraordinary air about him, walked in from outside the courtyard.

"Hey, Minister Li, what brings you here?" Upon seeing the newcomer, Wang Wenyi quickly put away his boxing stance and greeted him with a smile.

The visitor was his former boss, who is now the highest leader in the entire Chinese cultural world.

"How could I not come?" Minister Li looked at him and said irritably, "You really messed up a huge mess for me yesterday."

"A basket?" Wang Wenyi blinked, feigning ignorance.

"Are you still pretending with me?" Minister Li glared at him. "What exactly happened with that Wu Family Village, that young master? Tell me the truth!"

"Last night I received more than a dozen calls from the highest levels, all asking me about this matter."

"They almost tore my old bones apart."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wenyi chuckled.

"It's not my fault, old boss," he shrugged. "I didn't even know there was such a place beforehand!"

"Me too, I only heard about it from my secretary the night before last."

"However..." A proud smile appeared on his face.

"In our China, there is Wu Family Village, and there is Young Master Wu, just like that."

"Yes, that's wonderful news!"

Minister Li nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

"Yes," he remarked.

"Oh, right," he said, as if remembering something, "that Strawberry TV station, didn't they have a live broadcast this morning?"

"That's right." Wang Wenyi nodded. "Live streaming the New Year's greeting ceremony in Wujia Village."

"Let's go." Minister Li's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "Go to your study and turn on the TV."

"I want to see this New Year's greeting ceremony that can be watched online by 100 million people at the same time."

"What kind of earth-shattering scene will it be?"

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The ancestral home of the Wu family in Jingxin Pavilion.

Wu You had finished washing up and changed into a brand new outfit, completely different from the gorgeous ancestral worship clothes she wore yesterday.

It was a bright red, modified Tang suit, hand-sewn by top artisans.

The fabric of the clothes was the finest Yun brocade, which shimmered with a subtle yet luxurious sheen in the morning light.

The clothes were embroidered with exquisite patterns of unicorns and auspicious clouds using gold and silver threads.

It is both festive and exudes an air of noble authority that commands respect without anger.

The red Tang suit made his already fair and delicate face appear even more exquisite, with red lips and white teeth.

It has lost some of the solemnity and majesty of yesterday.

It has a touch more of the cute, childlike spirit of the New Year.

But in those dark eyes, there remained a depth and serenity that belied his age.

Wu Jingzhi stood by.

His face was beaming with a genuine smile of joy.

"Young master, you look very smart today," he exclaimed sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Wu You simply nodded slightly.

He walked to the window and pushed open the carved wooden window.

A cool morning breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, blew in my face.

It instantly cleared his mind, which was slightly heavy due to lack of sleep.

He looked up and glanced out the window.

In the distance, towards the ancestral hall square, groups of villagers dressed in various new clothes could be seen gathering in that direction.

Their faces all wore genuine, radiant smiles.

The entire Wujia Village was enveloped in a peaceful and festive atmosphere.

"Have most of the people arrived yet?" Wu You asked casually.

"In reply to the young master, apart from a few who had asked the clan for leave because they had important matters they couldn't get away from," Wu Jingzhi immediately replied, "the rest of the clansmen who were away all returned to the village before six o'clock this morning."

"Mm." Wu You nodded.

"Well... young master, we should head over now." Wu Jingzhi glanced at the clock on the wall and reminded him softly, "Miss Su's live stream is about to start in less than an hour."

"No rush."

Wu You turned around and walked to the desk in the bedroom.

A thick stack of brand-new, red red envelopes was already laid out on the desk.

And a calligraphy brush filled with gold powder ink.

Wu You picked up a brush and began to write down different names one by one on the stack of red envelopes.

His calligraphy is so vigorous and powerful that it seems to penetrate the paper.

He exuded a grandeur and integrity that was completely out of character for his age.

Wu Jingzhi stood quietly by his side, grinding ink for him.

He watched as the young master wrote his name on each of the red envelopes.

Wu Zhenguo, Wu Qihua, Wu Jingxing, Wu Zhangyang...

Each name represents a pivotal figure in Wujia Village.

It also represents the young master's affirmation of their past year and his expectations for the new year.

He knew that today, no more than twenty people would receive a red envelope personally inscribed by the young master.

These twenty people will undoubtedly be the most valued and sought-after core members of the entire Wujia Village in the new year.

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(Wow! I haven't missed a single day of updating in a month. That's so true to me! That's so true to me!!!!)

(My hands have been hurting terribly these past few days, but did you think this was the end? Absolutely not! Tomorrow I'll be back in full-on update mode, with a minimum of five chapters a day from now on. Please send me some small gifts and write some book reviews, everything else is in the book. Thank you all for your continued support!)