Greenfield City, Southvale Province—Longhua International Cinema.
In today’s Internet era, a movie premiere is one of the rituals marking a film’s release, and also a key part of its publicity. Here, the director and leading actors must attend and interact with the audience.
This—
—is also the main reason Monica Zhang wanted to attend.
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The premiere is being held in Hall 3.
This is Longhua International Cinema’s largest screening room, able to seat three hundred people. Today it’s being used for the premiere ceremony of So Young, and the place is packed and buzzing with excitement.
“So Young—that’s a pretty good name.”
“Judging by the posters, it’s probably an art film about stories from our youth.” Two women in sunglasses sitting in the second row whispered to each other.
Their makeup is immaculate, and every item they wear is a designer brand.
And then there’s the diamond-studded earrings dangling from their earlobes—
Though they don’t look especially extravagant, those earrings are actually custom-made luxury pieces, each worth over a million Sinoveran yuan—a subtle sign of their wealth and status.
Even so, they’re still sitting in the second row.
No matter how dissatisfied they are, it’s pointless, because the So Young crew has hinted at something astonishing—the front row seats at today’s premiere might be reserved for a major VIP, and everything must be handled with utmost care.
A major VIP?
What kind of VIP?
One of the women in sunglasses lazily rummaged through her crocodile-skin handbag, took out a tube of pale gold lip balm, and dabbed it on her lips. “Hmph. I’d like to see who’s important enough to warrant all this.”
“In Southvale Province, our family can practically cover the sky with one hand.”
“They won’t give us respect? Please. It’s just a film crew, and they dare make us sit in the second row.”
Her voice was clear as a songbird, full of aristocratic pride and disdain—not aimed at anyone in particular, but dismissive of everyone present.
The other woman in sunglasses simply shook her head, saying nothing.
At that moment—
Andrew Han, dressed in a dark T-shirt and a long cardigan, walked with Monica Zhang through the slightly crowded aisle and sat at the far left of the ten connected seats in the front row.
“Wow.”
“I was thinking of finding someone online to buy tickets—I figured I could only get seats in the back.” The girl sat down in astonishment, glancing cautiously around.
Are we really sitting in the front row?
Such an unexpected surprise left Monica Zhang a little dazed.
To her, just attending a movie premiere was already incredibly lucky—let alone sitting so close to the front, a spot money probably couldn’t buy.
“I won these seats in a lottery.” Andrew Han answered calmly, already prepared with an excuse. He picked up Monica’s little backpack and placed it on the adjacent seat. “Sitting here, the view is pretty good.”
Mm-hmm.
Monica’s face lit up with joy as she nodded enthusiastically.
Seeing her smile, Andrew Han couldn’t help but smile back… No height or distance could ever compare to the beauty of your smile.
But—
Cover the sky with one hand?
With Andrew Han’s physical abilities, hearing sounds a kilometer away was routine, let alone inside a small screening room… He glanced back at the two women in sunglasses sitting behind him, feeling neither pride nor arrogance—just a calm, easy detachment.
“You probably have no idea.”
“Existences above Martial Lord… No, even those who reach the titled Martial Lord tier can manifest giant Internal Power palms that cover a hundred meters of sky!”
Thinking of this, Andrew Han couldn’t help but chuckle.
As of now, he was probably just one step away from that mythical, sky-covering martial power. Give him another six months, and he might truly be able to cover the sky with a single palm and shatter the clouds.
“Andrew, look!”
Monica Zhang’s low exclamation interrupted Andrew Han’s thoughts about martial realms. She clung excitedly to his right arm, her cheeks flushed, looking toward the front, ten meters away.
The director and cast of So Young began to arrive.
But—
Forget these carefully packaged celebrities—even if high-ranking provincial officials were here, it wouldn’t matter; Andrew Han didn’t care to pay them any attention.
His martial strength gave him confidence, but that was only part of it.
The real reason—
—was Andrew Han’s contributions!
When someone makes immense contributions and achievements in their environment, they deserve a remarkable status and identity. This is an unquestionable truth… For example, Sinovera once passed laws guaranteeing scientists their corresponding rights.
True contribution is what deserves praise and celebration!
“Officials contribute to political integrity.”
“Scientists make major contributions to humanity’s technological progress.”
“And martial practitioners, through incredible strength, risk their lives on the frontier, fighting bloody battles to defend the peace and stability of Sinovera.”
Andrew Han reflected quietly, his mindset growing clearer.
That’s right.
He clearly had power and influence, a prominent status—so why hide it?
This was reality, not some melodramatic TV plot. His esteemed identity was something to be proud of, not something to conceal or downplay.
He’d paid the price in life-and-death danger.
Because of this, Andrew Han had every right to these things—and should use them naturally, so those around him could live better, happier lives.
“Of course.”
Andrew Han quietly reminded himself: “I possess incredible martial strength, but I must guard against arrogance and indulgence, never letting myself get lost in material comforts.”