(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 management.)
(Admin. Wei+Hang: I believe it, just like that Z brother, if he were really a coach, the group leader would replace me 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 come 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-Extreme: 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 message was sent.
Another discussion about coaching and teaching.
This caused many group members in reality to shift their attention from the TV to the group.
After all, those directors never let us see the pioneers.
Meanwhile, amidst the members’ curious gazes.
Zhang Feng also clicked the group’s live broadcast feature.
The image from Zhang Feng’s phone’s front camera appeared in the upper right corner of the chat group.
Then in the next second, when the group members 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.
In front of their phones.
The netizens in front of their home 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 member is actually a pioneer of human civilization?
The excitement 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 camera to the rear view, saying to the accompanying staff:
"Hold my phone and film, after the ribbon-cutting, I’ll teach my friends some things."
Under the dazed gaze of the group members, a fully armed special operative appeared in the live video and carefully took the phone from the pioneer.
Then the view zoomed 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-Extreme: Am I dreaming?)
(System Message: The group leader Little Martial Artist has transferred the group to Z)
The group was lively, even ignoring the system message 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 become insignificant.
They felt that just being fortunate to be in the same 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 lifetime.
As the ribbon-cutting time approached, the director’s camera switched to the ceremony.
Zhang Feng was naturally the sole focus of all the cameras.
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 nighttime.
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 time and pressed the main button, sounds of applause and firecrackers, with safety measures 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 moment, the province officially entered the era of infinite energy with the electricity cost at 0.001 yuan!
And in this globally broadcasted moment.
Amid everyone’s anticipation, Zhang Feng picked up the microphone and straightforwardly said: Read full story at novelFirｅ.net
"The spread of Z1 is the tide of the times, 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 members involved in this project,
"But the advancement 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."
Applause rang out again.
The camera also captured the teary-eyed staff members.
Many personnel from the data center held bonus cards and medals and distributed them according to labor, giving them the rewards they deserved.