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Five o'clock in the morning.

The sky remained completely dark.

However, the ancestral hall square in Wujia Village was already bustling with people.

Thousands of villagers from Wujia Village have formed hundreds of neat square formations according to their family seniority and lineage, standing quietly in the square.

They all changed into a uniform dark blue traditional outfit.

The men wore black turbans and had solemn expressions.

The women, on the other hand, tied their long hair up in a bun, secured it with simple silver hairpins, and wore no makeup, their expressions solemn.

Although thousands of people had gathered in the square, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The only sounds were the faint hum of the sixteen enormous fill lights and the occasional rustling of flags in the cold wind.

At the very front of the square, beneath the steps of the magnificent Wu Clan Ancestral Hall, a huge offering table made from a single piece of rosewood has been set up.

The offering table was covered with a bright yellow silk tablecloth.

On either side of the offering table stood two rows of guards dressed in black.

They stood like two rows of silent statues, radiating an aura of coldness that kept strangers at bay.

The entire scene was filled with unparalleled solemnity and reverence.

Su Qinghuan and her team, led by a staff member from Wujia Village, arrived at a three-story, antique-style pavilion on the side of the square.

This is the live broadcast control room that Wujia Village specially prepared for them.

Upon entering the control room, Su Qinghuan was once again stunned by the scene before her.

The entire control room is over 200 square meters.

The side facing the square is a whole wall of huge one-way floor-to-ceiling glass.

From here, you can enjoy a panoramic view of the entire ancestral hall square.

In front of the glass wall is a row of huge, curved main control consoles, resembling the command center of a space fortress.

On the main control panel, dozens of high-definition displays of varying sizes are densely packed together.

Each screen displays a real-time monitoring feed from a different camera position.

There are panoramic views from high above, close-ups of the ancestral hall gate, and tour planes weaving through the crowds.

Thirty-two cameras provided unobstructed coverage of the entire ancestral worship ceremony area.

A dozen technicians dressed in Wujiacun uniforms were sitting in front of the control panel, nervously and methodically carrying out the final equipment debugging.

"Camera position one, increase the aperture by another half stop."

"Move the third rocker arm five degrees to the left, aligning it with the main step."

"Drone No. 5, ascend to 300 meters and maintain hovering."

……

The instructions were clearly transmitted to every corner of the square via radio.

The team's cooperation was professional and efficient, filled with a heart-stopping tacit understanding.

When Lao Wang and Xiao Li saw this scene, they were completely dumbfounded.

They felt like two country bumpkins who had wandered into a NASA launch center.

"This...this is fucking ten times more professional than our station's control room..." Old Wang muttered to himself, looking at the top-of-the-line broadcast equipment whose brands he couldn't even name.

"Sister Qinghuan, I... my legs are a little weak." Xiao Li was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

He felt he was simply not up to the job of a director's assistant in such a place.

Su Qinghuan's heart was also in turmoil.

But she knew that now was not the time for her to be nervous.

She forced herself to calm down, walked to the very center of the control panel, to the position of the chief director, and sat down.

"Good morning, everyone." She greeted the busy technicians politely. "I am Su Qinghuan, a host from Strawberry TV."

"I'll have to trouble everyone for the rest of the live stream."

The technical lead immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to Su Qinghuan.

"Miss Su, you're too kind."

"We are all acting on the young master's orders and are fully cooperating with you."

"From now on, this control room will be under your full command."

"All camera work will be arranged according to your instructions."

Su Qinghuan felt a warmth in her heart upon hearing this.

She knew that this was Wu You's way of showing her the utmost trust and respect.

She didn't stand on ceremony anymore.

She put on the director's special headphones and looked at the dozens of storyboards on the screen in front of her.

"Attention all units!"

Her voice, transmitted clearly through the microphone, reached everyone's ears.

"Thirty minutes until the live stream starts."

"Now, let's conduct one last system-wide integration test!"

"Old Wang, Little Li, go to your positions!"

"yes!"

Old Wang and Xiao Li immediately perked up and ran to the control panel next to her.

A war without gunfire is about to begin.

Time passed by, second by second.

The atmosphere in the control room grew increasingly tense.

Everyone was at their post, conducting final checks.

"Lighting system, normal."

"Sound system, normal."

"Live streaming connection is normal."

Server stress test, normal.

……

One confirmed message after another was continuously sent to Su Qinghuan.

She looked at the huge countdown on the main screen, which was ticking away second by second.

I could feel my heart beating along with that number.

"Ten-minute countdown, get ready!"

"Five-minute countdown, get ready!"

"One minute countdown, get ready!"

When the clock hands finally pointed to 5:59.

Su Qinghuan took a deep breath and gave the final instructions into the microphone.

"Attention, all personnel!"

"Live stream countdown, ten seconds!"

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Her voice was steady, firm, and full of power.

"Six, five, four..."

She looked at the main screen at the solemn square that was as bright as day in the darkness before dawn.

"Three, two, one!"

"Start broadcasting!"

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