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

A single word drifted out from the black Hongqi car, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Get in the car."

The voice was soft and calm, yet it carried an undeniable sense of command.

Su Qinghuan suddenly raised her head, her face filled with disbelief.

She saw that Wu You was already fully seated in the car, calmly looking at her with eyes that were completely still.

She succeeded?

He... he actually agreed?

Overwhelmed by ecstasy, Su Qinghuan's reason crumbled instantly, and she even wondered if she was hallucinating.

The two burly men in black reacted even faster than her.

Upon hearing the words "get on the bus," the murderous aura emanating from them, which had almost solidified into a tangible form, vanished instantly without a trace.

The two of them stepped back at the same time, slightly turning their bodies to make way for the car door.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed it hundreds of times.

They were like two guardian deities before, but now they've become two guides. The change in their attitude was so swift it was astonishing.

What shocked Su Qinghuan even more was that the driver, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties and had a serious expression, who had been standing like a statue next to the driver's seat, immediately took action after hearing Wu You's order.

He quickly walked around to the other side of the car, opened the other rear door, and then gestured "please" to Su Qinghuan and her team behind her.

From the moment Wu You spoke, to the bodyguard making way and the driver opening the door, the entire process was smooth and seamless, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

It was as if Wu You's words were not a simple "Get on the bus," but a sacred decree.

Su Qinghuan was completely dumbfounded.

In the live stream, more than 20 million viewers were completely dumbfounded.

"I...I didn't see wrong, did I? You agreed already?"

"The driver and bodyguard's reaction! My God! It's obedience ingrained in their DNA!"

"This isn't a boss-employee relationship anymore, it's like an emperor and his royal guards!"

"I hereby declare that this program should be renamed 'Following Our Ancestors on a Mountain Patrol'!"

"Qinghuan! Don't just stand there! Get in the car! This is a state limousine! You might only get to ride in one once in your life!"

"Sister Qinghuan, are we really going to do it?" Assistant Xiao Li's voice rang out from behind, trembling with obvious fear.

He was terrified by the looks those two bodyguards had given him; his legs were still weak.

He dared not get on that car.

Cameraman Lao Wang swallowed hard, his arm holding the camera trembling.

He had only ever seen such a spectacle on television in his more than ten years of news reporting.

Su Qinghuan turned and glanced at them, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

"Go!" She only said one word.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow!

If she backs down today, then she wouldn't be Su Qinghuan!

She took a deep breath, straightened her slightly disheveled clothes and hair, and tried to appear calm.

Then, she took a step forward, her long legs encased in black stockings, and walked towards the car door that had been opened for her.

Every step felt like walking on clouds, so unreal it was almost unreal.

She got into the car.

A faint, pleasant fragrance, reminiscent of sandalwood or some kind of precious wood, lingered around my nose.

The interior space is surprisingly spacious, and the seats are made of top-grade genuine leather with a warm and smooth feel. However, the overall decoration is very simple, without the slightest bit of extravagance, exuding a restrained luxury and solemnity.

Assistant Xiao Li and cameraman Lao Wang also squeezed in, trembling.

The three people and a camera sat in the spacious back row and didn't feel crowded at all.

The driver closed the car door for them, and the dull, heavy "bang" as the door closed seemed to completely isolate the inside of the car from the outside world.

The carriage was eerily quiet.

The driver returned to the driver's seat and started the car. The Hongqi car made no noise whatsoever, like a black beast, silently turning around on the platform and smoothly heading towards a special exit.

The stunned passengers and staff on the platform were left far behind.

Su Qinghuan sat opposite Wu You, separated by a wide aisle. She could feel that the number of people in the live stream was continuing to climb at an alarming rate, and the barrage of comments was so dense that the content was completely illegible.

She knew that she and her show had become a sensation the moment they boarded that car.

It's so hot it's burning, so hot it's out of control.

She secretly glanced at Wu You beside her.

He had taken out the thread-bound book again, his head down, and was quietly flipping through it, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

He allowed himself into the car as casually as he would allow a kitten to jump onto a sofa.

A thought suddenly popped into Su Qinghuan's mind.

Why?

Why should he agree?

Given his status and influence, he could easily ignore me, a mere TV host.

Why would he expose himself and Wujia Village so directly to the gaze of millions?

This is illogical.

Just as she was racking her brains trying to figure it out, Wu You seemed to see through her thoughts and spoke calmly without even raising his head.

Those words chilled Su Qinghuan to the bone.

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