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The Hongqi car drove on that private asphalt road.

On both sides of the road are rolling green hills covered with dense primeval forests, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of Jiangcheng just now.

This road is very well-maintained, with a smooth surface and clear markings; it's clear that a lot of money has been spent on its upkeep.

The car drove for a full twenty minutes, and there were no other vehicles or pedestrians along the way; it was unusually quiet.

The viewers in the live stream were also affected by this isolated atmosphere, and there were far fewer comments on the screen.

"This road is better built than a highway; it feels like it was built specifically for Wujia Village."

"It's so quiet. I haven't seen a single car after driving for so long. This place is too secluded."

"I feel a little nervous, like I'm about to venture into some kind of dragon's den or tiger's lair."

"High-energy warning ahead! It feels like we're about to see the true face of Wu Family Village!"

Su Qinghuan was equally nervous.

Looking out the car window at the scenery rushing by, she kept wondering what Wujia Village looked like.

Is it an architectural complex like the Forbidden City, composed of countless ancient courtyard houses?

Or is it like the legendary Shangri-La, with its babbling brooks, flowing streams, and wisps of smoke rising from chimneys?

Countless possibilities flashed through her mind, but each one carried a strong historical and traditional flavor.

After all, a place that values ​​"rules" and "tradition" above all else should be ancient and solemn.

Just then, the car's speed gradually decreased.

Ahead, a huge gatehouse appeared.

The gatehouse was neither a modern electric gate nor a magnificent archway, but rather constructed from massive, dark blue-green rocks, exuding an ancient and imposing style.

There were no signs hanging on the gate tower, only two powerful and ancient characters carved directly above it: Wu Family Village.

The handwriting is somewhat faded, bearing the marks of time.

Standing beneath the gate tower were four security guards in black uniforms, their postures ramrod straight and their expressions serious, exuding an aura far more imposing than any security guard Su Qinghuan had ever seen in any upscale residential community.

Upon seeing the Hongqi car approaching, they immediately stood at attention and saluted, then quickly opened the heavy black iron gate.

The car drove smoothly into the building.

In that instant, it felt as if I had passed through an invisible barrier.

When the scene behind the door was fully revealed to Su Qinghuan and all the audience, time seemed to stand still.

Su Qinghuan's pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant.

Her assistant, Xiao Li, stood behind her with her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

The cameraman, Lao Wang, froze, and the camera momentarily froze.

In the live stream, the chat comments that were originally speculating and discussing disappeared completely in an instant.

The entire screen fell into a deathly silence.

At that moment, everyone's mind went blank from the sight before them.

Because this is not at all what they imagined.

There are no ancient courtyards, no bluestone paths, no small bridges and flowing water, and no wisps of smoke rising from chimneys.

What unfolded before them was a vast valley basin.

Throughout the valley, countless villas of different styles and extreme luxury are built in a well-organized and orderly manner!

Yes, a villa!

Yes, it is a classical Chinese garden covering thousands of square meters, with pavilions, towers, bridges and waterside pavilions, just like a royal garden.

Yes, there are modernist buildings with sleek lines and a futuristic feel, where huge floor-to-ceiling glass walls reflect the colors of the sky, creating a science fiction vibe.

Others are stately and elegant European-style castles, with towering towers and spires, as if they were directly moved from a medieval fairy tale.

Each building is like a work of art.

Each building is quite far apart and has its own huge, independent garden and swimming pool.

Wide, clean asphalt roads wind between these villas, and the streetlights are in an elegant European style.

What's most astonishing is the cars parked in front of those villas.

Su Qinghuan only glanced at the cars briefly before spotting several Rolls-Royces and Bentleys.

A bright red Ferrari LaFerrari was parked casually in front of the garage of a villa, next to a silver Porsche 918.

Further away, a row of GMC's top-of-the-line business vans were neatly parked in front of a building that looked like a public clubhouse.

Moreover, the open trunk was filled with what looked like fresh peanuts that had just been pulled from the ground!

What village is this?

This is clearly a private kingdom hidden deep in the mountains, comprised of the world's top billionaires!

Su Qinghuan felt her throat was so dry it was almost burning.

She turned her head and looked at the camera, her expression one of unprecedented bewilderment and disorientation.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.

After a long while, she spoke in an almost dreamlike voice to the tens of millions of equally stunned viewers in the live stream:

"Dear viewers... I... I don't know how to describe what I've seen."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that such a place could exist deep in the mountains of China."

"This is... Wu Family Village."

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