526: Chapter 525 The Spring Festival holiday is over! Countdown to pre-orders begins!

Although there were heavy restrictions, for Wilson and his colleagues, this was already a result that far exceeded their expectations.

They understood clearly that these 100 spots were the "carrot" dangled before them by Huaxia.

It was intended to make them, these so-called "managers," work even harder to serve the Haori Celestial Court Project.

They had no other choice.

"We fully understand and fully accept it!" Wilson agreed without hesitation.

The meeting concluded. On the private plane back, Macron let out a long sigh of relief.

He slumped into the soft leather seat and loosened the tie that had been choking him.

"At last... we have bought a ticket on the last train for our country." Macron's voice was filled with the relief of having survived a disaster.

Beside him, Wilson, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

He glanced at the clouds rapidly receding outside the window, shook his head, and said softly.

"No, my friend."

"We only bought a ticket for ourselves."

"The United Kingdom, the empire on which the sun never sets, heh..." Wilson didn't continue, simply downing the whiskey in his glass in one gulp.

The sharp burn in his throat matched his mood at that moment.

The Spring Festival holiday drew to a close in an almost magical atmosphere.

The entire nation of Huaxia was plunged into an unprecedented state of excitement.

In the parks, the old men no longer gathered to play chess. Instead, they held their phones, arguing heatedly about whether the top-tier "Striver Edition" was more cost-effective or if the standard "Explorer Edition" was more practical.

In the streets and alleys, the way people greeted each other changed from "Have you eaten?" to "Have you registered yet?"

The topics of conversation at young people's gatherings shifted from games and TV dramas to which IP world in the "Nanke Dreamscape" would be more fun.

On social media, it had completely devolved into a nationwide "metaphysical" carnival.

The topic "#Repost this koi fish to guarantee a win in next month's lottery#" saw its repost count exceed one billion in just a few days.

Koi fish of all colors had almost taken over everyone's social media feeds.

All sorts of "lottery winning guides" were emerging one after another.

Some used the I Ching and Bagua to deduce a complex "lottery algorithm," claiming that by inputting one's birth date and time, they could calculate everyone's "optimal registration time."

Others approached it from the perspective of data analysis, studying decades of historical data from lotteries and draws to try and find so-called "lucky number patterns," which they then solemnly published, attracting worship from countless people.

Even more absurdly, some temples and Taoist shrines with a keen sense of opportunity had kept up with the times, launching brand-new "lottery blessing" services overnight.

For a time, famous mountains and ancient temples were bustling with incense, and the stream of believers coming to burn incense and pray for a winning draw was endless, with the scenes so chaotic that the temples had to urgently implement crowd control measures.

The entire Huaxia was immersed in an infinite longing for the future and a fanatical sense of anticipation.

Everyone, regardless of wealth, age, or status, held a lottery ticket to the future, waiting for the judgment of fate.

Finally, the time arrived at 10:00 AM on February 28th.

On the homepage of the "Huaxia Future" app, a huge red countdown appeared.

[Time remaining until the first live broadcast of the "Kunlun Generation II" notarized lottery: 01:59:59]

Meanwhile, the total number of registrations, which had been jumping wildly on the homepage, finally settled.

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