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Early the next morning.

On the expressway connecting Shanghai to Wuhan, a convoy of three vehicles was speeding along.

Leading the way was a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan, its body lines exuding a domineering aura and reflecting a captivating light in the sunlight.

Following behind were two black Mercedes-Benz G63s, their boxy and rugged exteriors exuding a sense of power.

Any one of these three cars, if driven alone on the road, would be enough to attract everyone's attention.

When they form a convoy and occupy the innermost lane on the highway with an undeniable presence, other vehicles around them instinctively keep their distance.

At the very front of the convoy, in the back seat of the Cullinan, Wang Hao was casually scrolling through his phone with his legs crossed.

Today he was wearing Dior's latest casual outfit and a limited-edition Richard Miller watch on his wrist, worth enough to buy an apartment in a third-tier city.

His face showed a hint of relaxation and contentment.

For him, this trip to Wujia Village was like a spontaneous hunting expedition.

His prey was none other than Su Qinghuan, the one who haunted his dreams yet repeatedly rejected him.

He was looking at Su Qinghuan's Weibo.

On Weibo, discussions about yesterday's "The Flavor of the New Year on the Road" live stream have completely exploded.

#YoungMasterofWujiaVillage#, #LivingAncestor#, #EarthBoardofCommitteeAnnualMeeting#... one exaggerated hashtag after another occupied the top spots on the trending search list.

In the comments section, countless netizens expressed their shock and awe using the most exaggerated language.

"I feel like I'm living in a fantasy world. This Wu Family Village is just too awesome!"

"This young master has an aura that's two meters and eighty centimeters tall! From today onwards, I declare myself a die-hard fan of his family's business!"

"Taking a controlling stake in ASML and developing lithium mines... This is no ordinary village!"

Wang Hao looked at these comments and a disdainful sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"A bunch of naive losers who've never seen the world," he muttered under his breath. "They're completely fooled by the TV station's script."

The more he looked, the more he felt that it was all fake.

In his view, this must be a huge publicity stunt orchestrated by Strawberry TV and that Wu Family Village.

The goal was to make Su Qinghuan famous, and incidentally, to promote the village and develop tourism.

"The method is quite novel, and the actors they hired are also quite good, especially that little kid who plays 'Young Master,' he's quite convincing."

Wang Hao analyzed smugly, "But you think you can fool me? You're still too green."

He turned off Weibo and sent a WeChat message to Su Qinghuan.

[Wang Hao]: Qinghuan, are you up yet? I'm already on my way to find you. Shall we have lunch together?

After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside, closed his eyes, and began to imagine the scene when he met Su Qinghuan at noon.

He wanted to appear before her in the most powerful and domineering manner.

He wanted her to know how ridiculous and insignificant all those so-called "big news" stories she had painstakingly created were in his eyes.

He had even thought of his lines.

"Qinghuan, stop acting with them, it's exhausting. Come with me, I'll give you a real world."

Thinking of this, a confident smile once again appeared on Wang Hao's lips.

The seat next to him sat his secretary, Assistant Zhang.

Assistant Zhang looked at his boss's determined expression, but felt a little uneasy.

Unlike Wang Hao, he didn't scoff at everything online.

As a top-tier elite assistant, he possesses an even more acute sense of information.

He always felt that the matter of Wujia Village was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

In particular, he used some of his personal connections to inquire about "Wujia Village" and the license plate "Jiang A·88888".

The result, however, took him by surprise.

All the prominent figures he could reach in Jiangcheng were tight-lipped and unwilling to utter a single word about "Wu Family Village" when they heard it.

When he mentioned the license plate, the other person's reaction was filled with awe and fear.

A friend of his, who had some influence in the Jiangcheng traffic management system, told him over the phone in an almost warning tone.

"Xiao Zhang, take my advice. The waters of Jiangcheng run much deeper than you imagine. There are some places and some people that you, from Shanghai, can't just mess with."

"Don't even mention that sign, let alone investigate it. It's not just a sign; it's a death warrant."

These feedbacks cast a deep shadow over Assistant Zhang's mind.

He tried to subtly convey these circumstances to Wang Hao.

"Mr. Wang, I've heard that Wu Family Village... seems to have a great reputation in Jiangcheng, and many people... are afraid of them."

Wang Hao didn't even open his eyes, he just waved his hand impatiently.

"Afraid? That's because they've never seen the world."

"What's so great about a bunch of local tyrants and bullies?"

"Once we get there, just tell the village chief that Mr. Wang from the Shanghai Wang Group has arrived and wants to see them. Tell them to clear the way and not block my path."

Wang Hao's tone was full of unquestionable authority.

Assistant Zhang opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but seeing Wang Hao's impatient look, he swallowed his words in the end.

He knew that Wang Hao wouldn't listen to anything he said now.

He could only pray in his heart that Wu Family Village was really just a makeshift operation with empty boasts, just as Boss Wang thought.

Otherwise, this trip today might... lead to something big.

The convoy sped along.

Around 10 a.m., they exited the highway and entered Jiangcheng.

Following the navigation instructions, they began driving towards the mountainous area in the suburbs.

The road gradually became remote.

Looking out the window at the increasingly backward scenery, Wang Hao's disdain deepened.

"What remarkable people could possibly come from such a remote and impoverished place?" He curled his lip. "Su Qinghuan must be out of her mind to come to a place like this to suffer."

After driving for another half hour, the convoy finally arrived near "Wujia Village," which was marked on the map.

However, they found that the road ahead was blocked.

A brand new asphalt road, which wasn't even shown on the map, appeared before them.

At the entrance to the road, there were no signs, only two huge ancient camphor trees and a seemingly ordinary guard post.

Two security guards in black uniforms stood in front of the guard post.

Upon seeing their convoy approaching, the two security guards did not display the obsequious or nervous expressions typical of security guards. Instead, they stepped forward, extended their hands, and gestured for the vehicles to stop.

Their eyes were cold and wary, and they exuded a sharp aura that ordinary security guards could never possess.

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