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A grand banquet for a thousand people, with glasses clinking and toasts exchanged.

The solemn atmosphere in the ancestral hall square had long been replaced by loud laughter and the rich aroma of food and wine.

After experiencing that sacred and solemn ancestral worship ceremony, the villagers of Wujia Village completely let go of all their inhibitions.

They sat around the table, eating meat heartily and drinking wine from large bowls.

The men played drinking games and their boisterous laughter echoed across the square.

The women gathered together, chatting about everyday life and sharing their joys.

The children chased, played, and frolicked among the tables and chairs.

The entire square was enveloped in a lively yet peaceful atmosphere, full of the warmth of everyday life.

Wu You is in the main seat.

A barely perceptible gentleness flickered in those dark eyes.

This is the Wu Family Village that he wants to protect.

This is what he wants to protect: the warmth and humanity of everyday life.

He slowly picked up the glass in front of him, which had already been refilled with Moutai, the "Supreme One".

He didn't drink it.

He simply raised his glass to his lips, gesturing lightly towards the lively scene before him.

Then, he put the glass back in its place.

He knew that his mission was complete.

The time that followed belonged to his people.

And it's time for him to leave the stage.

He was already used to maintaining a perfect appearance in front of everyone.

He was a little tired, and he couldn't show this to the villagers.

Similarly, it should not be shown to the audience in the live stream.

He was actually very busy all this time; how resilient was the soul hidden beneath his small body.

To this day, we still don't know...

He turned around and gave a brief instruction to Wu Jingzhi, the head steward who had been standing respectfully behind him.

"Jingzhi, let's go."

"Yes, young master," Wu Jingzhi immediately bowed and replied, "Are you... going to rest?"

"Hmm." Wu You nodded gently. "I'm a little tired."

"Then...this old servant will send a carriage to take you."

"No need," Wu You waved his hand. "Come walk with me."

"Yes."

After saying that, he took small steps and walked towards the quiet path leading deep into the ancestral hall.

His magnificent ancestral worship attire cast a long, solitary shadow under the bright lights of the square.

He retired gracefully after achieving his goals, keeping his merits and fame hidden.

Inside the main control room.

Su Qinghuan kept a close eye on Wu You's every move through the camera lens.

When she saw Wu You leave the lively banquet alone and forlorn, a strange, indescribable feeling of bitterness and heartache welled up in her heart.

She suddenly realized that this eight-year-old child was carrying an incredibly heavy burden.

He possesses the wealth, power, and status that everyone in the world dreams of.

But he also lost the simplest joy and innocence that an ordinary child should have.

This was in stark contrast to the children who were still playing around.

The height is not cold.

How apt this statement is for him.

"Sister Qinghuan, has the young master... left?"

Assistant Xiao Li looked at the small figure gradually receding into the distance on the screen and asked uncertainly.

"Mm." Su Qinghuan nodded, her voice somewhat low.

"So... shall we continue our live stream for the rest of the time?"

"Continue." Su Qinghuan quickly composed herself and regained her professionalism. "Although the young master is gone, this banquet continues. This is also part of 'The Flavor of the New Year on the Road'."

"Our mission is to present the full flavor of the New Year in Wujia Village to the audience."

"Old Wang, give the camera more close-ups of the villagers. I want the audience to see their most authentic and happiest selves."

"clear."

The live stream is still proceeding smoothly.

After leaving the banquet, Wu You did not return directly to his residence.

Accompanied by Wu Jingzhi, he walked through the quiet bamboo grove behind the ancestral hall.

I slowly walked toward the three-story building with its lights on, on the side of the square.

That was the live broadcast control room where Su Qinghuan and the others were.

Wu Jingzhi followed behind Wu You, looking at the young master's thin yet incredibly steady back, his heart filled with countless emotions.

He has just learned the final result from UNESCO.

The application for World Heritage status was a complete failure!

South Korea suffered a crushing defeat!

This news moved Wu Jingzhi so much that he almost burst into tears.

He knew that the young master had succeeded once again.

With a textbook-perfect ancestral worship ceremony, he won a crucial war for the entire Chinese nation—a war concerning national dignity—without shedding a drop of blood!

"Young Master." Wu Jingzhi quickened his pace to catch up with Wu You, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and admiration.

"South Korea's application for UNESCO World Heritage status has failed."

He reported this good news to Wu You.

However, Wu You's reaction remained as indifferent as ever.

"Um."

He was not surprised by this result.

China will not lose.

Looking at the young master's calm and composed demeanor, Wu Jingzhi's admiration for him deepened even further.

Victory is not arrogant, defeat is not discouraged.

This is the true demeanor of a king.

The two of them, one in front of the other, soon arrived at the foot of the three-story building.

At the entrance to the attic stood two guards, the Wu Family Village guards.

Upon seeing Wu You and Wu Jingzhi approaching, they immediately bowed in greeting.

"Young Master, Head Steward."

Wu You nodded slightly, said nothing, and walked straight into the pavilion.

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