Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Director Lu, Your Wife Is Drunk Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Director Lu, Your Wife Is Drunk “Director Xu has been promising us chicken legs, but we hadn’t even seen a chicken bone until now,”
“Right, Director Xu, when are you going to make good on those chicken legs you owe us…”
These things should have just been said in private, why bring them up on stage!
Thus, before the press conference had even ended, #The Most Stingy Director in History#
#Director Xu, add chicken legs tonight#
and similar topics had already started trending on social media.
Xu Jiayang felt that he had lost all face!
Was it his fault for being poor, or for not being able to attract investors!
Making a movie costs a fortune, and he had spent all his budget on costumes and props; where would he find the extra money to add chicken legs.
And he was doing it for their own good, after all. Eating vegetarian could help them lose weight.
Just look, everyone had lost seven or eight kilograms over these three months, as slender as if they were spirits.
No need for deliberate dieting, and that was all thanks to him!
However, the internet was in an uproar, demanding he add chicken legs.
He also felt humiliated, so with a grand gesture, he declared he’d treat everyone tonight!
To celebrate their success.
The whole crowd cheered!
In groups of twos and threes, they gathered to plan where to eat themselves into oblivion!
Determined to eat back every bit of the allowances withheld from them these past three months in just one meal!
Watching the crowd’s raucous joy, Xia Weibao’s smile hid a trace of loneliness.
The success of “Allure” could be entirely credited to Lu Hualiang.
She really wanted, really wanted to say ‘thank you’ to him in person.
And she really wanted to celebrate with him, to share the current joy.
But he would not see her.
In the evening at the grand hotel, Xu Jiayang went all-out tycoon and booked a luxurious private room, treating the entire “Allure” production crew.
Along with the staff from Youju Video Company.
After all, during the most critical moment, it was Youju that had offered help.
The female employees of Youju, one by one, were dolled up to the nines, their eyes brightening upon seeing Xia Weibao.
Like eager bees to a blossom, they swarmed around her.
However, thankfully they were all beauties, and Her Majesty the Empress was always particularly fond of beauties.
So she embraced one with each arm and headed off to drink.
Xu Jiayang ordered several large buckets of chicken legs, “Eat up, eat yourselves to death, and don’t ever say I owe you chicken legs again!”
“Pfft, Director Xu, in such a high-end hotel, how can we just eat chicken legs? Bring several crates of beer first, then some bottles of red wine…”
Eat you out of house and home!
With “Allure” a major hit, everyone, having turned their fortunes around, was extremely jubilant.
The drinking was limitless.
They partied until eleven o’clock at night before finally calling it quits.
Xu Jiayang thought that they really were all newcomers, still so naive.
For celebrities to get drunk in public is a very dangerous thing.
Luckily, this was a group of trustworthy and upright people.
The gentlemen who remained sober helped those who were passed out to get in touch with their agents or even personally saw them home.
To his surprise, Xia Weibao, the one with the best tolerance, was actually the most heavily intoxicated!
Holding a bottle, she sang.
“With just one glance upon meeting, threads of love bound our destiny.
In the eventide with Jiulin’s wine at hand, we invited the moon to share tales of the fleeting years…
In midnight dreams, your laughter returns, yet upon waking, your face is seen no more…”
“Whimper, upon waking, your face is seen no more, each time I awake I can’t see you, I miss you so much…”
“Liar, big liar, you spoke of being together for all eternity, why haven’t you come for me, liar…”
“Your Majesty, your humble consort misses you so…”
Xu Jiayang and Xia Shi were speechless.
What is she muttering about? Completely unintelligible.
Meanwhile, Leng Yan had one foot on a sofa and the other on a table, holding a bottle of beer, and he was continuously reciting poetry aimed at a chandelier overhead.