Old Zhang's birthday banquet was not as grand as one might imagine.
Because there were many people, they chose a very quiet resort. The dishes were not particularly abundant, adopting a buffet style. There was no lobster, abalone, shark fin, or sea cucumber; just some light dishes. This also aligned with Old Zhang's usual simple style.
Everyone who came knew his temperament, so naturally, they didn't bring any cash gifts, just some bouquets and inexpensive local specialties piled up on the table by the entrance, a dazzling array.
He didn't invite any old friends today. Instead, most of the guests were young talents. They, of course, knew they weren't here for mere food and drink but because this man thought highly of them.
With such a clear message, Old Zhang was in a dominant position, and wouldn't everyone present hope to earn his recognition and rise to success from then on?
