The wrap party... the closing banquet lasted until deep into the night. All manner of little mishaps occurred along the way—Luo Chuan felt that whenever he was involved in something, there would always be a few extra, unusual plot branches—but overall, it came to a perfect close.
The bright moon hung high overhead, its pure light draping everything in a hazy white veil. A river of stars stretched across the clear, cloudless night sky. Everyone sat around the bonfire, surrounded by the boundless vastness of heaven and earth. Fires occasionally flared in the distance like dazzling fireworks, as though celebrating for them.
"Boss, you have to ask me again if you ever make another movie!"
"I wonder when we'll get to see the finished film. I'm so excited."
"Boss, Boss, what's the new product..."
Beneath the clear breeze and bright moon, everyone departed in twos and threes. Many of them walked unsteadily. Halfway through the closing banquet, Yao Huichen had finally remembered that he had brewed quite a lot of alcohol, so he brought it all out. After many improvements, Sorrow Dispeller no longer had its original side effects.
Luo Chuan was not particularly fond of alcohol. At most, he drank sweet wines like Sakura Brew. In his view, the stuff did not even taste as good as Cola.
Of course, he would not use that to impose requirements on others. Everyone had their own preferences; as long as everyone was happy, that was enough. A closing banquet naturally had to be enjoyed to the fullest. By the end, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, then gathered in twos and threes to play Dou Dizhu.
Perhaps Luo Chuan was in the mood, so he also took out Mahjong. As a national treasure of the Chinese people, Luo Chuan felt