The Mathematics Forum center built by Dewitt was laid out much like a Grand Theater, with several levels above and below. The red sofa seats were packed, and at the very front was a stage with a huge text display.
When Song He and Xiang Xiaotong entered, they realized there was no need to arrive early to fight for seats. The best seats in the front row had all been assigned, and VIP seats had been reserved for the top mathematicians.
Right in the center of the first row was "Song He." On his left was "Xiang Xiaotong," and on his right was "Dewitt." Dewitt was currently seated, chatting with Deng Puhe beside him.
"Whoa! You've got the center spot," Xiang Xiaotong said with a laugh.
"You've got a center spot too," Song He said.
"I'm just benefiting from your fame. Look, the whole first row is filled with Fields Medalists and A Prize winners. I'm the only Chen Prize winner here. The actual Chen Prize winners' seats are in the second and third rows." Xiang Xiaotong observed everything carefully.
"I'm sure it's not because of me. You're the founder of Dream City, so of course they put you in front too."
The two chatted as they walked toward their seats.
Dewitt turned around and waved happily. "Come sit, come sit! We saved these seats for you!"
"You're too kind, Teacher Dewitt. At the Mathematics Forum, it wouldn't be appropriate for the two of us to sit in the middle. We'll go to the second row." As he spoke, Song He reached out to move a chair. "Huh? Why can't I move it?"
"The chairs are fixed. From now on, these will be your exclusive seats." Dewitt's expression turned stern. "Who said it wasn't appropriate? It's perfectly appropriate! Otherwise, who