(Pengpeng Bird: Haha, mainly because your rank isn’t high. If you were the coach of a martial arts center in our province, not just the province, even the city, the group leader would dethrone Wei Hang and give you the managent.)
(Admin. Wei Hang: I believe it, just like that Z brother, if he were really a coach, the group leader would replace in a heartbeat.)
(Z: There’s no need for that.)
(123: ?? Am I seeing things? Did the friend who’s been missing for two years co back to life?)
(Catch the Ball: Z, we were just talking about you a few days ago. What you said makes sense.)
(Clear as Water: You took the words out of my mouth.)
(Z: I initially planned to teach live in the group, but it wasn’t popular at first, which I found problematic, so I put it off.)
(Admin. Wei Hang: No way? Are you really going to teach us? Are you actually a coach?)
(Clear as Water: Z, are you planning to go live today?)
(Pengpeng Bird: You’re not joking, are you? If you’re going to teach, I’ll get a notebook.)
(Professional Martial Artist-Extre: There’s a coach in the group?)
(Group Leader. Little Martial Artist: Bro, I’ve given you live stream permissions. Go ahead, don’t just talk, show us your skills.)
As soon as the group leader’s ssage was sent.
Another discussion about coaching and teaching.
This caused many group mbers in reality to shift their attention from the TV to the group.
After all, those directors never let us see the pioneers.
anwhile, amidst the mbers’ curious gazes.
Zhang Feng also clicked the group’s live broadcast feature.
The image from Zhang Feng’s phone’s front cara appeared in the upper right corner of the chat group.
Then in the next second, when the group mbers saw the ribbon-cutting scene in the Western Province and Zhang Feng holding a phone.
Everyone in the group was stunned.
It was as if a current surged through their bodies, straight to their hearts and brains.
At this mont.
In front of their phones.
The netizens in front of their ho computers.
And those eating out, silently watching the group chat.
They couldn’t believe what they were seeing!
Or rather, who would believe that an unknown group mber is actually a pioneer of human civilization?
The excitent and thrill they felt couldn’t be put into words; they even forgot to type, just staring blankly.
"Good morning, everyone." Zhang Feng, unaware of their thoughts, greeted them and adjusted the cara to the rear view, saying to the accompanying staff:
"Hold my phone and film, after the ribbon-cutting, I’ll teach my friends so things."
"Yes!"
Under the dazed gaze of the group mbers, a fully ard special operative appeared in the live video and carefully took the phone from the pioneer.
Then the view zood out, showing a more complete scene of the ribbon-cutting, along with several people who have only been seen on TV before.
Zhang Feng stood in the middle, looking relaxed, holding a delicate pair of scissors adorned with a small red flower.
(Clear as Water: Am I seeing this right?)
(123: Is this the first live site? Is Z the pioneer?)
(Pengpeng Bird: My group mate is not a coach or a big shot but is a god in reality?)
(Admin. Wei Hang: I’m actually in a group with a pioneer?)
(Catch the Ball: To be honest, my hands are shaking as I type.)
(Professional Martial Artist-Extre: Am I dreaming?)
(System ssage: The group leader Little Martial Artist has transferred the group to Z)
...
The group was lively, even ignoring the system ssage about the group transfer.
Because to them, the pioneer was never just a small group leader of thousands but a leader of all humanity!
So the change in leadership didn’t affect them much.
They were more excited about watching the live broadcast, and whether Zhang Feng taught them or not had beco insignificant.
They felt that just being fortunate to be in the sa group as the pioneer and having this amazing story of (my group mate is a pioneer) was enough for them to brag about for a lifeti.
anwhile.
As the ribbon-cutting ti approached, the director’s cara switched to the ceremony.
Zhang Feng was naturally the sole focus of all the caras.
And on the broadcast on every street, on the big screens, they were continually reporting everything happening here.
Including abroad, whether it was late at night or in different regions during the nightti.
They were also watching this grand event, as it was a global live broadcast.
Then as the clock struck 11:00.
When Zhang Feng participated in the ribbon-cutting for the first ti and pressed the main button, sounds of applause and firecrackers, with safety asures in place, were heard all around.
"Device No. 3 is operating normally..."
"The voltage is stable..."
The local power grid system was being activated one by one by various scientific researchers at the distant base.
Today, at this mont, the province officially entered the era of infinite energy with the electricity cost at 0.001 yuan!
And in this globally broadcasted mont.
Amid everyone’s anticipation, Zhang Feng picked up the microphone and straightforwardly said:
"The spread of Z1 is the tide of the tis, unstoppable.
So I won’t say much about our Z1."
Zhang Feng looked around at the surrounding scholars, worker representatives, and the audience in the distance, all staff mbers involved in this project,
"But the advancent of this era requires our concerted efforts; relying solely on individual capabilities is far from sufficient.
Here, I must thank our staff for their diligent contributions."
Clap—
Applause rang out again.
The cara also captured the teary-eyed staff mbers.
Many personnel from the data center held bonus cards and dals and distributed them according to labor, giving them the rewards they deserved.
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