Directly in front of them, the first row held only a dozen or so seats.
And seven or eight elderly people were already seated there.
Every one of them was a legendary figure seen only in history textbooks or on the nation's most prominent news broadcasts!
Pillars of the nation! The Sea-Calming Needle!
The quiet presence they carried, tempered by a lifetime of storms, was enough to fill anyone with awe!
And around their seats, the stars shone bright—military stars among them!
To the left sat a gray-haired man in glasses, with the bearing of a scholar.
Su Guohua recognized him at once. He was the head of the Dragon Kingdom Academy of Sciences, an academician considered a national treasure!
Su Guohua had once seen him from afar at a top-level business summit. Back then, he hadn't even been qualified to approach him for a word.
To the right sat a War God with nine gold stars on his shoulders!
Su Wanning had seen his photograph in a military magazine.
The rows behind them were filled with influential figures they could normally only look up to on television.
Generals, ministers, academicians, business leaders...
Any one of them could have made the next day's headlines simply by showing up.
Yet here the Su Family was, seated alongside those legendary figures!
In the second row, no less!
Was... was this a dream?!
Su Guohua's legs felt as heavy as lead.
He practically shuffled to his seat and sat down stiffly, his body rigid as a rod. He didn't dare move a muscle.
His mind had gone completely blank.
The second row!
The second row of the VIP section!
What did it mean to sit here?
Money and power alone couldn't measure it!
It represented status! Recognition at the national level!
How on