Soon, the two men who had just been clashing tongues with Shi Lan returned to the banquet and started a new round of eating and drinking with Zhou Yi and a few others. Shi Lan was not stingy either. According to their requests, she served the most expensive caviar and opened the priciest red wine, taking very good care of everyone present. During this time, she also stepped out to use the restroom and, upon her return, continued to pour wine and chat. In the end, none of the men could match Shi Lan’s alcohol tolerance. Of the six men, four were sprawled out on the table. At last, even Zhou Yi had to raise his thumb to Shi Lan, "Lady Yan, you are indeed a woman who doesn’t let the men overshadow her! A true—heroine amongst women!" Shi Lan smiled slightly and toasted him once more. "I guess, Lady Yan, you’re so eager to make a movie because you want to earn more wealth in the future, right? After all, men are unreliable. Having money... that’s the real truth. I understand women’s thoughts very well." "You’re right to think that way, only too naive. The entertainment industry is a place of fame and profit, and sometimes it’s not just about capital but also other means of exchange, you get what I mean?" "Actually... making movies is very simple, really simple. As long as you become famous, find a professional team, and it won’t take... won’t take any effort from you. Leave it to them, and if they can’t write well, they can get lost." Zhou Yi, having apparently never encountered an alcohol capacity like Shi Lan’s, was quite excited and began to talk nonsense. "Lady Yan, I’ll tell you, to produce something good, you have to squeeze them hard. Without pressure, there’s no motivation, right?" "That’s also thanks to the good example Teacher Zhou has set," Shi Lan complimented him, playing along. "What example? I stopped writing a long time ago." At this point, Zhou Yi, leaning on the table, made a proud gesture of counting money: "Haven’t you heard the saying? ’With money, you can make the devil push the millstone.’" Shi Lan laughed, then toasted Zhou Yi another cup of wine. Meanwhile, Tang Ze, who had been sitting next to Shi Lan like an invisible man, was incredulously widening his eyes. Sometimes the disgrace of a drunk man is so bad that calling him a beast wouldn’t be too far-fetched, some in behavior and some in words. Clearly, these men were the latter. After the last three drinks, all the men were laying on the table, completely drunk. Seeing this, Shi Lan tossed her wine glass away, then rubbed her temples, silent for a moment. "Big Shot, are you okay?" Tang Ze was somewhat concerned about Shi Lan’s health. After all, that kind of alcohol tolerance was rare even among men. Shi Lan looked up, shook her head, and answered, "My stomach burns a bit, tough night for An Lan’s body." "This Zhou Yi is really something, daring to harass you . If Boss Yan finds out..." "A few boastful words when drunk, I’ve seen it plenty of times, I have my ways to deal with him." Shi Lan didn’t take it to heart. "So what should we do with them?" Tang Ze asked, seeing that Shi Lan was okay and then glancing at the men on the table. "Let the hotel staff arrange for their stay," suggested Shi Lan lazily, pushing herself up. It had been a long time since she had drunk ; she didn’t know how to explain this to Uncle Yan when she got home. Maybe she’d repay him... physically? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 "Alright, then you wait here for me, I’ll go arrange their stay and by the way, settle the bill." "Wait, what did you say you were going to do?" Shi Lan stopped him to ask. "Arrange their stay..." "The second half of that sentence!" "Settle the bill... what’s wrong?" Wasn’t it their turn to host today? Shi Lan sneered without saying a word, then walked out with Tang Ze. As they reached the door, a hotel waitress approached Shi Lan and said, "Miss, your video recording request has been completed." Shi Lan received the video from the waitress’s phone and made her delete it on the spot. After ensuring her lips were sealed, she gave an instruction, "Arrange for the few guests inside to stay in the presidential suite and, before they leave, present them with the perfect bill." "If they refuse to pay the bill, have them find me," Shi Lan declared. The staff member, knowing Shi Lan’s identity, immediately asked the manager, and without a second thought, the manager agreed. "Don’t worry, we will take care of everything." Shi Lan nodded and left the scene with Tang Ze, satisfied. In the end, Tang Ze glanced at the bill in the waitress’s hands. If Zhou Yi doesn’t pay up the million by tomorrow, he probably won’t be able to leave... And most importantly, Shi Lan had obtained video evidence of Zhou Yi’s rambling nonsense from earlier. This man used to peddle the story of his scriptwriting journey, yet it turned out... it was all an illusion. Thinking of humiliating the Big Shot with a bunch of stinky men? A million in expenses, pay your own bill.