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Late at night.

The entire nation of China was swept up in an unprecedented online frenzy because of a mere 30-second trailer from Strawberry TV.

Countless people stayed up all night on social media.

They watched the promotional video repeatedly, over and over again.

They analyzed every detail in the video frame by frame.

From Wu You's Zhongshan suit, whose brand was indistinguishable but whose workmanship was exquisite, to the villas in Wu Family Village, each with its own unique style, yet all of which were extremely luxurious.

From those business tycoons who are powerful and influential outside the village but have to bow and pay respects in the village, to the magnificent and solemn Wu Clan Ancestral Hall, which is full of mystery.

Every detail has become a topic of great interest and discussion among netizens.

"Brothers, I've found the key point! Look at the Hongqi car that young master is riding in. When the door is open, the thickness is incredible! It's definitely top-level bulletproof steel! This car probably can't even be penetrated by a rocket!"

"What you're saying upstairs is nothing! I've discovered something even more terrifying! Look at that driver for the young master. The hand he's using to grip the steering wheel has incredibly thick calluses on the web of his right hand and his index finger! Those kinds of calluses only people who handle guns year-round, especially heavy weapons!"

"Holy crap! Really? If that's the case, then those three bodyguards are even more formidable than I thought!"

"They're more than just extraordinary! A retired special forces friend of mine watched the video, and he said that the posture, the look in their eyes, and that unwavering aura of those three men were definitely not ordinary bodyguards! They were true veterans who had been on the battlefield, crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood—kings of soldiers! And kings among kings!"

"My God... what kind of place is this Wu Family Village? This can't be explained by money alone, can it?"

Online, all sorts of speculations and analyses are emerging.

Some people have tried to investigate the origin of Wujia Village from a historical perspective, speculating whether they are descendants of an ancient royal family that has been hidden for thousands of years.

Some people have tried to analyze the vastness of the Wu family trust fund from an economic perspective, speculating on how many industries they control that are capable of influencing the lifeline of the world economy.

Even more surprisingly, various "Young Master Supporters Associations" and "Wu Family Village Research Associations" have been spontaneously established.

The entire internet became incredibly noisy and frenzied because of the name "Wu Family Village".

However, Wujia Village, the epicenter of the storm, was peaceful at this moment.

Inside Tingyu Pavilion.

Su Qinghuan, Lao Wang, and Xiao Li sat around the huge log dining table.

On the table was a late-night snack that Wujia Village's kitchen had carefully prepared for them.

A steaming pot of chicken soup, simmered for eight hours with an old hen and various precious mushrooms.

Several baskets of exquisite crab roe soup dumplings with thin skins and generous fillings.

There was also a plate of sliced, glistening seasonal fruit.

The fragrance filled the entire living room.

But none of the three of them touched their chopsticks.

They each had a tablet computer in front of them.

The screen displayed the overwhelming online discussions about Wujia Village.

"It's crazy...it's all crazy..." Assistant Xiao Li muttered to himself as he looked at the frantically scrolling comments on the screen. "Sister Qinghuan, I have a feeling that the number of viewers for tomorrow morning's live stream is going to break records."

"It's not as simple as breaking a record." Cameraman Lao Wang pushed up his glasses, his voice slightly hoarse. "I feel like the eyes of the whole world will be on us tomorrow."

His face showed no excitement, only a heavy, overwhelming pressure, like Mount Tai pressing down on him.

He worked as a cameraman his whole life and never imagined that one day he would be carrying a camera to broadcast a grand event that might be recorded in history.

This feeling filled him with both immense honor and immense fear.

He was afraid that if he wasn't careful, if his hand trembled, he would ruin this highly anticipated live broadcast.

Su Qinghuan remained silent.

She just silently refreshed the Weibo page.

Looking at the hashtag #WujiacunAncestorWorshipCeremony#, the numbers following it are still jumping up at an alarming rate.

The number of views has exceeded two billion.

The number of discussions has exceeded 50 million.

She knew that the online storm that Wu You had ignited was completely out of control.

It swept up everyone's curiosity, thirst for knowledge, and voyeuristic desires, forming an unparalleled, towering wave.

And she and her team stood atop the crest of that giant wave.

Tomorrow, they will either ride the wind and waves, soar to the sky, and become legends of this era.

Otherwise, they will be smashed to pieces by this giant wave, never to recover.

"Eat."

Su Qinghuan turned off the tablet and picked up the soup bowl in front of her.

"Only when you're well-fed can you have the strength to fight."

Her voice was calm.

But both Lao Wang and Xiao Li could hear the immense tension and determination suppressed beneath her calm voice.

The two exchanged a glance and silently picked up their chopsticks.

The three of them ate their late-night snack in unusual silence.

No one spoke; the only sound was the soft clinking of cutlery.

They are all accumulating their last bit of strength in this way.

Because they knew that when the sun rose tomorrow, an unprecedentedly tough battle was about to begin.

And they were the vanguard soldiers standing at the forefront of this war.

They had nowhere left to retreat.

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