The lights in the banquet hall dimmed slowly, leaving only the crystal beads of the hanging floral canopy sparkling like an inverted starry sky.
The melodious sound of violins began to play from both sides of the stage, and the guests who were previously whispering among themselves quieted down, their gazes all turning toward the entrance of the hall.
In the banquet hall with a capacity of five hundred tables, there are more than three hundred set up today. Yet, even so, looking out, it's a sea of heads packed tightly together.
Sitting in the front row, there are some big figures whom even the Jiang Family relatives have only seen in the news. Today, they aren't wearing their usual formal attire but uniformed casual clothes, with a small silver camellia pinned to their chests, smiling gently, completely different from their usual stern demeanor seen on TV.
Further back are leaders from various departments, military generals, and presidents of major domestic corporations.
