Three days later, the celebration arrived as scheduled.
The location was chosen to be the central square.
Before it even got dark, the place had already turned into a sea of joy.
Hundreds of huge barbecue grills, welded together from iron plates, are lined up in a row.
The kitchen staff, dressed in pristine white chef uniforms, were busy working with a mixture of tension and excitement.
Whole black giant sheep were roasted over a fire, sizzling and dripping with oil, their aroma carrying for miles.
The huge iron platter was piled high with armored beast ribs and jade-feathered chicken wings marinated in a secret sauce.
The large barrels next to it were filled with chilled, amber-colored "golden wheat beer" and deep red "berry wine," which people could take as they pleased.
All the citizens changed into their cleanest and most presentable clothes.
Their faces beamed with genuine, pure happiness. They sat in small groups around the campfire, eating meat heartily and drinking wine from large bowls.
"Come on, Lao Wang! Let's drink to the leader!" A burly man raised his wooden wine cup and shouted to his companion.
"Damn! If it weren't for our leader, we would have been beast droppings in the wilderness long ago! We wouldn't have such good days today!" The man called Old Wang downed his beer in one gulp and let out a satisfied burp.
Pang Dahai, with his signature large belly, weaved through the crowd, his face full of pride and self-satisfaction.
He was like a general inspecting his battle achievements, stopping from time to time to give his subordinates pointers on the cooking process, or personally cutting off the fattest piece of lamb leg for a model worker.
"Minister Pang! You are truly our God of Cookery!" someone said obsequiously.
Pang Dahai laughed heartily, patting his belly triumphantly: "I dare not claim the title of God of Cookery! I am merely the leader's chef! It is the great leader who has given us all this! Come, everyone, eat and drink to your heart's content! Tonight, we won't leave until we're drunk!"
"Bravo!" A burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the crowd.
Tang Bao, along with her subordinates from the Ministry of Civil Affairs and her medical team, moved through the venue like a group of gentle angels.
They distributed desserts made with golden wheat flour and honey to the children, and offered a glass of sour plum drink to the drunkards who had drunk too much.
With a gentle smile on her face, she looked at the harmonious scene, her heart filled with peace and joy.
Li Xiangbin and Wang Jianguo sat in a relatively quiet corner, with food and wine laid out in front of them.
“Building the nation,” Li Xiangbin said, taking a sip of his drink, his face flushed. “Do you see? This is the meaning of our struggle. The leader… is creating a great era unprecedented in history! And we are the witnesses of this era, and even more so… the builders!”
Looking at the outline of the magnificent palace in the distance, where the foundation had already been laid, and then at the people in front of him laughing heartily, Wang Jianguo nodded heavily: "The minister is right. Sometimes, I even feel that we are happier than when we lived on Earth."
"Back then, we were just living for ourselves. Now, we are living for a common, great goal."
"Well said!" Li Xiangbin patted him heavily on the shoulder. "Come on, cheers for this great goal!"
Night finally fell.
Three bright, alien moons climbed into the sky, casting their silvery light upon the jubilant land.
At that moment, all the noise instantly fell silent.
Because Lin Feng appeared.
He was still dressed in black casual clothes, with Qin Lan following behind him like a shadow.
He didn't ride the "Black Dragon No. 1," but calmly walked step by step from the crowd to the center of the square, to the highest platform that had been prepared for him.
All eyes were on him.
His gaze contained a multitude of emotions: worship, awe, gratitude, fervor...
Lin Feng walked up to the high platform and looked down at the thousands of faces gazing up at him. The light from the campfire danced in their eyes, converging into a dazzling sea of stars.
He reached out and pressed down gently.
"My people."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to every corner of the square.
"Good evening."
A simple greeting sent the crowd below trembling with excitement.
"Tonight, there are no leaders, and no subordinates. I am just like you, a citizen celebrating the harvest."
Lin Feng smiled gently: "I am very happy to see the smiles on your faces. Your happiness is my greatest achievement."
"It is your sweat that irrigates this land. It is your loyalty that has made this shelter what it is today. Therefore, everything tonight is a well-deserved reward for you."
Eat and drink to your heart's content! Forget the suffering of the past and enjoy the joy of today!
"I assure you, this is just the beginning. In the future, our territory will span every corner of this planet! Our cities will shine brighter than the stars! Together, we will build an eternal and immortal human empire!"
After he finished speaking, the square fell into a deathly silence.
The next second, a cheer as loud as a landslide and a tsunami roared into the sky!
"Long live Mr. Lin!"
"Fight for the Empire!"
"Eternal and immortal! Eternal and immortal!"
Everyone raised their glasses, downed the wine in one gulp, and then smashed the glasses on the ground.
They used this most primitive and rugged way to express their overwhelming excitement and loyalty.
Lin Feng smiled, raised his wine glass, gestured to his people, and then drank it all in one gulp.
He stepped down from the platform and, under the fervent gaze of countless people, slowly walked back to his residence.
The celebrations and revelry continue.
But Lin Feng's heart was completely calm.
He returned to the villa's terrace, where he stood alone by the railing, overlooking his brightly lit, joyful kingdom below.
He suddenly wanted a glass of the strongest liquor, made from flamingo fruit.
The thought had just crossed his mind.
A respectful and gentle voice came from behind.
"Sir, the 'Dragon's Breath Wine' you requested has been prepared for you."
Lin Feng didn't turn around. He simply reached out and took the wine, which looked like a burning flame, from the crystal glass that Su Wanqing handed to him from behind.
He didn't even give a glance.
But his will and his needs have already been perfectly captured and satisfied in advance.
He gently swirled the wine in his glass, watching the seemingly alive flames flowing within, feeling the unparalleled sense of control that rose from the depths of his soul.
This is the life he wants.
He is the only god in this world.
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