At the celebration banquet, Jiang Hao was undoubtedly the main attraction. After the song ended, the public portion was over, and the reporters were asked to leave. The banquet officially began, with food and drinks served as everyone started eating and drinking. But at an occasion like this, no one truly focused only on food and drinks. More often, they socialized with those around them, expanded their contacts, and built connections.
A few people, like Zhao Liying, only knew how to gorge themselves at banquets like this.
President Wong of Tencent Pictures raised his glass to Jiang Hao and Zhou Xinyan, then asked, "What have you been busy with lately, President Jiang?"
"I set up a few laboratories and am doing R&D—holographic imaging, Artificial Intelligence, autonomous driving, robotics, that sort of thing," Jiang Hao said casually.
The others at the table immediately found themselves unable to continue the conversation. If some big shots from the tech world had been sitting here, they would certainly have had plenty in common to discuss. But these people made their living in entertainment; their fields were worlds apart.
Yet when they thought about the man before them, they could not help but sigh inwardly. How did he manage to do everything so well? In technology, he owned a massive company worth hundreds of billions. In film, he had a film company. He could casually make a movie and have it rank among the top five at the Chinese box office. They simply could not compare.
At the actors' table in the distance, Song Xi secretly glanced at Zhou Xinyan. Seeing her poised and graceful bearing, Song Xi suddenly felt inferior by comparison. Perhaps it would be better to keep those feelings in her heart, where they could remain beautiful.
At that moment, a young