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

Kim Ji-sung's political career ended tragically in a way that was full of dark humor.

He became a laughing stock in the entire South Korean political arena, a "legendary figure" who was hospitalized three times for arguing with China.

The news of his dismissal was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples before being quickly submerged by a more turbulent wave.

The wave of "confidence in Chinese culture" that originated in Wujia Village is the real, earth-shattering wave that has swept the globe.

Time slips away quietly amidst this interplay of noise and silence.

Before we knew it, more than ten days had passed.

The buzz surrounding that thrilling Go match, while still generating buzz online, has eventually been replaced by new trending topics and discussions.

Life seems to have returned to its original course.

Wujia Village remains a peaceful and idyllic paradise.

The villagers work from sunrise to sunset, and their smiles are brighter and more proud than ever before.

Under the leadership of its new chairman, Su Qinghuan, Strawberry Media Group has embarked on a completely new and promising path, one filled with cultural heritage and a strong sense of national pride.

She cut all the vulgar and pandering trash programs and instead invested heavily in creating a series of high-quality cultural programs like "The Young People of Chinese Style" and "A Bite of Heritage," which are both profound and heartwarming.

These programs immediately went viral online upon airing, achieving both critical acclaim and high viewership ratings.

Strawberry Media's stock price also soared like a rocket, firmly establishing its position as the leading company in the domestic media sector.

Everything seems to be moving in the best possible direction.

however.

There is never a truly smooth journey in this world.

In early spring, the Jiangnan region should be a season of lush grass, warbling birds, and blooming flowers.

But this year's weather has been exceptionally unpredictable.

First, there was a continuous, cold spring rain that lasted for more than half a month.

The rain wasn't heavy, just a light drizzle, but it seemed endless, making people feel like they were going to rot away.

Finally, the rain stopped.

The sun hadn't even had a chance to show its smiling face yet.

A sudden, intense cold snap swept across the entire Jiangnan region, like an uninvited guest.

The temperature dropped by more than ten degrees overnight!

In some mountainous areas, heavy snow fell, which shouldn't happen at this time of year.

This sudden, extreme weather change.

For those living in the city, it might just be a matter of wearing an extra layer of clothing or complaining a few times on social media.

But for those farmers who rely on the weather for their livelihood...

This was undoubtedly a catastrophe.

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Wu Family Village, Ancestral Home, Jingxin Pavilion.

The study was warm and cozy.

Wu You, dressed in comfortable black casual clothes, sat quietly in front of the huge rosewood desk.

There was no chessboard or ancient books in front of him.

There was only one stack of the latest quarterly reports compiled from the various industries under Wujia Village.

Wu Jingzhi stood respectfully to the side, grinding ink for him.

He looked at the young master, whose delicate face appeared even more exquisite under the soft light.

His heart was filled with endless joy and admiration.

He knew that it was because of this "patriarch," who was only eight years old but possessed extraordinary talent.

Their Wu Family Village, this vast business empire, has been able to maintain such rapid yet steady development in this ever-changing era.

Wu You flipped through the report very quickly.

His dark, ink-black eyes, like the most sophisticated scanner, rapidly swept across the reports filled with cold, hard numbers.

His brain is like a super-fast processor, capable of extracting the most core and crucial information from the complex and chaotic data in an instant.

soon.

That stack of thick quarterly reports was enough to make the CEO of any Fortune 500 company's scalp tingle.

He flipped through it casually.

He closed the last report.

He rubbed his forehead.

Wu Jingzhi immediately understood.

He picked up the warm ginseng tea that had been prepared beforehand and carefully handed it over.

"Young Master, you've worked hard."

"It's alright."

Wu You took the teacup and took a small sip.

His gaze, however, fell on the stack of reports that he had already reviewed.

A stack of seemingly unremarkable, thin documents.

Those documents were neither important business contracts nor confidential investment plans.

These are just some basic daily work reports compiled from various agricultural bases under Wujia Village.

These briefings are issued every day, in the hundreds or thousands.

Usually, Wu Jingzhi would screen and organize them before submitting them to Wu You.

But today, I don't know why.

Wu You, however, took the initiative to extend his hand.

"Let me see those too."

His voice remained the same—cold and indifferent.

But Wu Jingzhi sensed something unusual in that calm tone.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest and hurriedly handed over the stack of thin reports respectfully.

Wu You took the briefing.

I flipped through the pages, one by one.

His brows gradually furrowed.

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