Beijing Hotel was especially lively that day. The road outside was lined with army-green jeeps, and most of the people coming and going were cadres in their forties or fifties, dressed in military uniforms and leather shoes. Some were in their fifties or sixties, even beyond sixty.
Hao Shuwen's father was a senior leader in the Beijing Military Region, so naturally, everyone he knew was from the military. Whether they were other senior leaders or members of the younger generation, nearly all were military people. There were also people from government offices, of course, but comparatively speaking, there were very few.
As for Wang Yan himself, far fewer people had come solely at his invitation, though they were all military personnel as well. He had called over the first forty-nine members of his special operations unit, along with civilian staff and researchers under the Equipment Department, as well as acquaintances from PLA Literature and Art, the editor-in-chief and editors of People's Literature, some people from the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe, and so on.
Naturally, there were also senior leaders of even higher rank. Since they could not attend in person, they had specifically sent secretaries, clerks, and others in their place, which was already a great show of respect.
Xiao Suizi, Lin Dingding, Liu Feng, and He Xiaoping, the married couple, were naturally there as well.
Just as had been said before, there was no ceremony. It was simply a meal. Wang Yan and Hao Shuwen followed her father around, meeting people one after another.
Xiao Suizi's feelings were naturally complicated, while Lin Dingding, seated at the same table, had even more on her mind. She had known about it for a long time, but when the moment truly arrived, she still could not help feeling somewhat