Chapter 1165 Zhou Bangtianming's Ambitions in the Third Year

After Gu Jianguo silently uttered these words in his heart, a brief silence fell over the office.

The clamor outside the window seemed to be shut out by an invisible barrier, leaving only his heart pounding heavily and powerfully in his chest with unprecedented force. Each contraction and expansion was like a war drum resounding in a silent hall, striking his eardrums and shaking his soul.

"The Zhou dynasty has a destiny spanning three thousand years; this time, it seems the Gu family will be next!"

These words echoed repeatedly in the depths of his mind like a thunderclap, each word carrying immense weight and a burning sensation that even he himself found terrifying.

He slowly raised his hand, his well-maintained, well-defined fingers unconsciously stroking the smooth, cool edge of the mahogany table. The touch was real, yet it couldn't calm the turbulent waves surging within him.

Excited?

Naturally, I was excited.

Which father doesn't hope his son will become a dragon? Especially since Gu Jianguo's son is no longer simply "becoming a dragon," but is about to transform into a mighty dragon wielding thunder and reshaping the world! The military strength, order, and popular support displayed by the Central Plains War Zone all testify to this. It's not merely a military victory in recovering lost territory, but a convergence of destiny, a magnificent sign of the transition between old and new eras! As a father, how could he not be excited and proud?

nervous?

It was even more nerve-wracking.

This path is far from smooth. At the pinnacle of power, the winds are fierce and the waves are high; one wrong step can lead to utter ruin. Before the end of the world, the Zhou state's power structure was already established, with various forces deeply entrenched. Now, the old order has collapsed, and a new order is being born amidst blood and fire. Countless eyes are watching in the shadows, and countless hidden forces are stirring. Every step his son takes is like walking a tightrope over an abyss; seemingly glorious, but in reality, extremely dangerous. Even though he is at the rear, his heart is always in his throat.

Ambitions?

Perhaps... there is a trace of it.

This did not stem from his greed for power; at his age and in his position, he had long since become indifferent to many things.

This ambition is more of a thrill of witnessing history and even participating in its creation; it is a sense of responsibility and mission that the family lineage continues through its own bloodline can lead this long-suffering nation and people out of its darkest hour.

To witness firsthand the rise of a new Zhou Bang, led by the Gu family, from ruins and its renewed glory is itself an unparalleled honor and temptation.

His gaze returned to the window.

In the square, light and shadow shifted, the crowd surged like a sea, and cheers could be faintly heard. It was not merely a celebration of a victory, but more like a call to a new era and an embrace of a new leader.

Gu Jianguo took a deep breath. The air seemed to be filled with a complex atmosphere unique to the eve of change, a mixture of gunpowder smoke, hope, and uncertainty.

He sat up straight, his fingers, which had been rubbing the table, slowly clenched into a fist, then slowly relaxed.

The excitement, tension, and ambition in his eyes eventually settled into a steadfastness and composure almost as solid as a rock.

Whatever lies ahead, he has no other choice, nor can he afford to. He is not only Gu Chengyuan's father, but also the vice chairman of the Central Plains War Zone Management Committee, one of the administrators of this land.

He must stabilize the rear, mobilize all resources, and protect his son on the front lines, and safeguard this giant ship that is forging ahead through the waves.

"The Zhou dynasty's mandate of heaven has lasted for three thousand years..." He murmured to himself again, this time with a tone that was no longer just an exclamation, but also carried a heavy, inescapable sense of responsibility.

"Zhang Wei, pass on the notice: an emergency work meeting of the Provincial Management Committee will be held in half an hour. All committee members in Qinghe and the main leaders of various departments must attend. The agenda is to fully launch the preparatory work for the post-war reconstruction of the night market, and to discuss the most efficient plan for the overall planning of provincial resources and the allocation of manpower under the new circumstances."

After speaking, Gu Jianguo stood up and walked to the French windows again.

The huge glass reflected his tall, somewhat lonely figure, with a large desk behind him symbolizing power and order, and thousands of lights and surging crowds in front of him.

He stood there quietly, like a rock guarding the rear, his gaze piercing through the lamplight, directed towards the southern land that was being ravaged by war, yet also illuminated by hope.

He knew that the gears of history were turning at an unstoppable speed.

And they, being family-oriented, are already at the core of this machine.