Returning to their seats, the wrap party officially began.
Many people on the cast and crew had heard of Zifei.
The price tag, over 1,500 yuan per person, wasn’t even the most important part.
Reservations had to be made a month in advance.
That just showed how booming Zifei’s business was.
A while ago, Michelin had released its new guide.
All three Zifei Restaurant locations in Chengdu and Chongqing were awarded three Michelin stars.
Zhou Yang was the head chef of a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
He had been brought in to serve as the executive chef for the Zifei at the Banyan Tree in Shanghai.
His Master Level culinary skills, enhanced by the system’s buff, effortlessly captured the palates of these discerning diners.
The Master’s Banquet, at 4,500 yuan per person, required reservations more than two months in advance.
It was a good thing Zhou Yang was young and his body could handle the strain.
A veteran chef like Yu Huachuan would probably be too exhausted to even stand up straight.
This was also part of Qi Sheng’s consideration when he transferred Zhou Yang over.
The dishes for the main table were all personally prepared by Zhou Yang.
Whether it was the plating or the flavor, they were a clear cut above the other tables.
With the system’s buff, Zhou Yang’s culinary skills had reached the Grandmaster Level.
Normally, someone with that level of culinary skill only existed in books or on television.
Even Jiang Shuying, who was used to fine dining, couldn’t help but frequently raise her chopsticks.
If this were any other crew’s wrap party, everyone would likely be busy exchanging toasts and taking turns drinking with one another.
But for the cast and crew of *Thirty Years Old*, everyone was too busy eating; hardly anyone raised a glass.
Who could blame them? The cost of the meal was staggering.
Excluding the main table, the other tables were arranged at the 1,500 yuan per person standard.
For the 300 people present, the food cost alone was 450,000 yuan.
Add to that the drinks—unlimited Maotai for everyone to enjoy—and the cost of the hotel rooms, the total was close to two million yuan.
Once most of the eating was done, the drinking portion of the evening began.
Bottle after bottle of Maotai was swiftly finished off.
The main table was just as lively.
In the entertainment industry, few people couldn’t handle their liquor.
Besides, everyone had their managers and assistants with them, so there was no need to worry about any accidents from getting drunk.
A few of the production’s old-timers found an opportunity to come over and offer a toast.
But seeing that Qi Sheng was preoccupied with Gu Pan, many of them offered a quick, awkward toast and left.
"These little rascals."
Zhang Xiaobo cursed with a laugh and shook his head, knowing full well what they were thinking.
They just wanted to see if they could latch onto the powerhouse that is Universal Entertainment.
Being brought into the fold would be the best possible outcome for them.
Everyone knows it’s cooler in the shade of a big tree.
The problem was, not just anyone could lean against that tree.
Seeing that Gu Pan and the other women were uncomfortable, Qi Sheng very gentlemanly suggested they move somewhere else.
Mao Xiaotong and the others responded with great enthusiasm.
Dressed so formally and constantly being watched by so many people, how could they truly relax?
As for Zhang Xiaobo, being the director, he certainly couldn’t leave with them.


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