Chengdu was still intact now; it hadn’t been scattered to the winds.
In the north of the city there was a gymnasium.
It had once been an open-air stadium, only converted into a gymnasium a few years back.
All kinds of events had been held there—memories for many old Chengdu folk.
Fei Xiang had even performed there.
Now the gymnasium was about to host the grandest event it had seen so far: the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards.
As usual the ceremony was scheduled for the 23rd; today was the 22nd.
The hall had been fully decorated.
The most eye-catching thing was the dais; behind it hung the words “The Fifth Golden Rooster Awards and the Eighth Hundred Flowers Awards Ceremony.” On either side, however, were advertising banners, listing this company or that product…
Access was supposed to be strictly controlled, but the main door suddenly opened a crack and a few people slipped in.
The man leading them was in his early thirties, with a sharp face—sharp in the sense that you could see at a glance he had ideas, a way of doing things all his own.
He led the others in and, pointing at the interior, grinned: “Look how it is. We’ll put you in the best spot—everyone in the audience will see you, and the reporters will get pictures. Once it’s in the papers, it’s great advertising.”
“All right, all right!”
“This setup looks good!”