My seniority is extraordinary: I was only eight years old when the whole village came to wish me a H

The atmosphere inside the car grew increasingly heavy as they drew closer to the ancient buildings deep in the valley.

Wu You put down the book in his hand, sat up straight, and looked ahead.

An unprecedented solemnity appeared on his youthful face.

Su Qinghuan could sense that the true core was about to arrive.

She seized the last opportunity and asked the driver the question that had been lingering in her mind and was also the question that all the audience members were most curious about.

"Master, may I ask... about the people in the village? What... do they do for a living? Why are they... so wealthy?"

As soon as the question was asked, everyone in the live stream perked up their ears.

Yes, how do the people in such a village make a living?

Is the whole village a mining village?

Or perhaps they possess some secret to printing money?

The driver gripped the steering wheel and remained silent for a moment.

He seemed to be organizing his thoughts, or rather, thinking about what he should say and what he shouldn't say.

Finally, he spoke slowly in a tone so calm it was almost eerie.

"Miss Su, people from Wujia Village don't do work."

One sentence was enough to leave Su Qinghuan stunned.

Not doing work?

Are all those luxury houses and cars in the valley brought by the strong wind?

As if knowing she would be puzzled, the driver continued to explain, "Or rather, they don't have to struggle and toil like people outside to make a living."

"Wu Family Village has a family trust fund, jointly managed by the village elders. This fund holds massive shares and assets in dozens of industries outside the village, ranging from energy and real estate to high technology and finance. The annual returns it generates are astronomical figures that you cannot imagine."

"Everyone in the village, from the moment they are born, can receive more wealth from this fund than they can ever spend in their lifetime."

Su Qinghuan felt as if her heart was being gripped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Family trust fund!

She had heard of the term; it was a tool used by the super-rich to pass on their wealth and mitigate risks.

But she never imagined that there would be a family trust fund so large that it could support an entire "village" of people living such a lavish lifestyle.

"Then... what do they do every day?" Su Qinghuan asked with difficulty.

"They have a lot to do." For the first time, the driver's tone carried a hint of matter-of-fact sternness. "They have to learn. Learn the history of the Wu family, learn the rules of the Wu family, learn how to manage and operate external businesses, learn how to become stronger, both physically and mentally."

"They want to ensure that they and their descendants will always be among the best, qualified to continue living in Wujia Village and enjoying all of this."

"They have to work harder and be more rigorous than ordinary people."

"Of course, the most important point is..."

The driver glanced at Su Qinghuan intently through the rearview mirror.

"Their job is to be good people of Wu Family Village, uphold the rules of the Wu family, and... unconditionally carry out any orders from the young master."

These words struck Su Qinghuan like a thunderclap.

She finally understood completely.

This village is a huge, sophisticated war machine bound by blood ties and rules!

It uses its inexhaustible wealth to nourish every one of its "parts," keeping these "parts" in the best and most outstanding condition.

Their sole purpose is to serve the core of this machine—Young Master Wu You!

This is a more stable and terrifying power structure than any company or organization!

Su Qinghuan felt a sudden dizziness; she felt as if she had stumbled upon a shocking secret that should never be known to outsiders.

Just then, the car slowly came to a stop.

We've reached the finish line.

The car stopped not in front of any villa, but in a huge square.

The square is paved with bluish-gray flagstones and stretches as far as the eye can see.

To the north of the square stands a magnificent, solemn, and ancient building that exudes the aura of countless ages.

It was a huge ancestral hall.

Black glazed tiles, huge vermilion pillars, and an unknown mythical beast crouching on the upturned eaves.

The entire building is shrouded in an aura of majesty that inspires awe and respect.

Compared to the surrounding modern luxury villas, this ancestral hall seems out of place, yet it feels perfectly natural, the center and soul of the entire valley.

Above the ancestral hall hangs a huge black plaque with four large, gilded characters written in a vigorous, dragon-like style.

Wu Clan Ancestral Hall.

This is the true heart of Wujia Village.

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