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

"Guests from afar are welcome; there's no need to stand on ceremony."

Wu You's voice, transmitted clearly through the miniature microphone clipped to Su Qinghuan's clothes, resonated throughout the entire live stream room.

Su Qinghuan was completely stunned.

She never expected that Wu You would speak to her on his own initiative during such a sacred ceremony that belonged to Wu Family Village.

Moreover, the first thing he said after receiving the worship of the entire village was to reassure these "outsiders."

What a magnanimous and broad-minded spirit this is!

She subconsciously thought Wu You was talking to her, and was about to respond when she realized that Wu You's gaze was not on her at all, but was still fixed on the camera.

Su Huan understood instantly.

Wu You wasn't talking to her, nor was he talking to their production team.

He was speaking to tens of millions of viewers in front of the camera!

He was using this method to announce to everyone that Su Qinghuan and her live stream were permitted by him.

They were not intruders, but "guests" whom he acknowledged.

This thought made Su Qinghuan's heart pound again.

This eight-year-old child, every action and every word he utters carries unfathomable meaning.

As soon as Wu You uttered those words, the eyes of the hundreds of villagers from Wu Family Village in the square turned, for the first time, formally towards Su Qinghuan and her small trio.

Hundreds of eyes converged on them.

There was no hostility or rejection in those gazes; rather, they were pure curiosity and scrutiny.

They seemed to be sizing up these "guests" whom the young master himself had acknowledged, wondering just who they were.

Even so, being stared at by such a powerful and wealthy group of people would be enough to break an ordinary person.

Assistant Xiao Li was almost in tears. She was clutching Su Qinghuan's clothes tightly, feeling like she was about to faint at any moment.

Just then, Wu Jingzhi, the head steward standing at the front, turned around and faced the crowd.

His aged yet resonant voice rang out once more.

"This is Miss Su, the host from Strawberry TV, and her team." Wu Jingzhi's gaze swept over Su Qinghuan, his tone carrying a hint of politeness, but more so an undeniable declaration, "The young master has permitted her to record the grand celebrations of our Wu Family Village during the New Year. From this day forward, they are honored guests of our Wu Family Village, and no one may neglect or be disrespectful to them."

It turns out they were guests invited by the young master!

Upon hearing the steward's explanation, the villagers' gazes towards Su Qinghuan instantly changed.

That scrutiny and curiosity quickly transformed into goodwill and enthusiasm.

Several young people standing in the front row even gave Su Qinghuan friendly smiles.

In Wujia Village, the young master's will is the supreme law.

The person the young master acknowledges is a distinguished guest whom all of them must respect.

Su Qinghuan felt the pressure that had almost crushed her vanish instantly.

She let out a long sigh of relief; her back was already soaked with cold sweat.

She knew that from this moment on, their safety in this mysterious village was guaranteed at the highest level.

The atmosphere in the square became slightly more relaxed because of this little incident.

The villagers no longer stood still as before, but began to move around and talk in small groups. However, they still did not make a loud noise and always maintained an absolutely safe distance of about ten meters from Wu You.

Su Qinghuan gestured to the cameraman, Lao Wang, to make sure to capture all these details on camera.

This is a hierarchy and set of rules ingrained in our very being.

Just then, a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a well-tailored dark suit, walked out from the front of the crowd.

Su Qinghuan recognized him at a glance.

This man was the same wealthy man she had just seen in the car, the one who was about to get into a black Lamborghini Urus, but immediately got out of the car and bowed respectfully at a 90-degree angle upon seeing the Hongqi.

He walked to a distance of about five steps from Wu You and stopped. This distance was clearly a matter of protocol.

He bowed deeply to Wu You again, his tone extremely respectful, yet tinged with barely concealed excitement, like a child who had just gotten a perfect score and was eager to show off to his parents.

"Young master, I have a report to report!"

report?

Su Qinghuan and the tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were stunned.

In a family reunion like this, shouldn't we start by exchanging pleasantries and chatting casually? Why is it all about "reporting" right off the bat?

However, Wu You's reaction was quite natural.

He simply looked calmly at the man, nodded slightly, and gestured for him to continue.

The middle-aged man whom Su Qinghuan identified as a super-rich man cleared his throat, a hint of pride on his face, and said loudly:

"Reporting to the young master! The battle I spearheaded last month to seize control of ASML, the core company of the European 'lithography alliance,' was a complete victory yesterday!"

"Our Wu Foundation has now successfully acquired a controlling stake in its board of directors, obtaining over 35% of the shares and becoming the largest shareholder! From now on, the most advanced lithography technology will be at the service of China!"

boom!

The man's words were like an atomic bomb exploding in Su Qinghuan's mind.

ASML!

Photolithography machine!

Although she wasn't a technology journalist, she knew what those words meant!

That's the jewel at the very top of the global semiconductor industry pyramid! It's a core technology that countless countries have spent hundreds of billions of dollars trying to obtain but still can't!

Now, this man, this "villager" of Wujia Village, is casually saying that they have already taken control of this company?

And it seems that...

Su Qinghuan felt her breath catch in her throat.

She turned sharply to look at the camera, and she could even imagine the uproar that would erupt online because of those words!

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