As Zhang Gui crafted an S-level cocktail, an anxious figure rushed through the corridor on the thirty-third floor of the Hilton Hotel. The figure flung open the door of a room, panting, and shouted before even seeing anyone, "Boss! Boss!" Mu Dan, who was in the study deliberating on the bar's renovations, suddenly heard the door being pushed open. He frowned slightly, looked at the panting man before him, and said, "Zhang Bai, didn't I tell you? You've been by my side for five or six years now; how are you still so jittery?" "Boss... Boss, it's not... it's..." Zhang Bai panted, trying to explain, but his anxiety made him fumble. "Have a sip of water, calm down first." Seeing this, Mu Dan's frown deepened, but he still got up to pour Zhang Bai a cup of water and handed it to him. After gulping down the water and catching his breath, Zhang Bai scratched his head and then looked at Mu Dan, full of excitement, saying, "Boss, guess what I've seen?" "An S-level Gorgeous Sunshine!" "An S-level Gorgeous Sunshine?" Mu Dan thought Zhang Bai was anxious for some significant reason, but it turned out to be just this matter. Mu Dan shook his head and said, "If it were a 2S-level Gorgeous Sunshine, you could have come to call me, but for this S-level, I'm really not interested." What a joke, he's the boss of this seventh-floor bar after all, and has seen many bartenders capable of creating S-level cocktails; it wouldn't astonish him. If it were 2S-level, then he might go have a look. After all, people who can craft 2S-level cocktails number less than a hundred, and they are all well-known figures worldwide. As for 3S-level ones, as far as Mu Dan knows, there are fewer than five. Individuals of this caliber don't appear casually. And Mu Dan's bar has an S-level bartender holding the fort. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so high-profile in requesting a whole floor from his company for a bar. Seeing his boss remain so calm, Zhang Bai was speechless. If the person making the cocktail were ordinary, he wouldn't have dared to disturb Mu Dan. But the issue is, the one making the cocktail is the eldest son of the Zhang Family! At only twenty-eight, he's already capable of crafting S-level cocktails. He has great potential! "The one making the cocktail is the eldest son of the Zhang Family!" "Zhang Family? Which Zhang Family?" Mu Dan was a bit puzzled. There were several Zhang Families in Hua City, but in terms of ranking by strength, they varied significantly. "The Zhang Family in Sanshui City." Zhang Bai answered helplessly and, thinking his answer was lacking, added, "It's the eldest son of the Zhang Family who booked our venue tonight." Upon hearing Zhang Bai's explanation, Mu Dan snapped out of it, stroked his chin, chuckled, and said, "Then let's go, since he's our guest, we should show our support." As one of the shareholders of the Hilton Hotel, Mu Dan's status cannot be compared to Zhang Gui's, but given that Zhang Gui is his guest and capable of crafting S-level cocktails, he would bother to go over. But since he booked the venue, costing over twenty million in one night, considering the money spent, visiting once is reasonable and appropriate. As Mu Dan and Zhang Bai headed towards the seventh-floor bar, Hao Jian had just arrived at the bar counter, scratching his head, feeling a bit conflicted. The bottles of liquor above were of excellent age and quality, and cocktails made from them would be better in quality, likely why Zhang Gui managed to craft an S-level cocktail. "What cocktail should I make?" Hao Jian felt troubled, initially thinking of concocting casually, but seeing such good liquor made him hesitate—concocting casually would disrespect these liquors. Hmph! What a hollow coward. As Hao Jian was troubled, Zhang Gui and the others noticed his look, immediately sneering. In their view, Hao Jian was merely trying to save face, yet lacked the skill to reclaim it. "Hehe, Brother Gui, let's just wait and watch the show!" Liu Yong chuckled sinisterly, gazing at Hao Jian with mockery. He prided himself in drinking, claiming no one could surpass him, but this guy humiliated him outright; naturally, he wanted to reclaim his honor. Now, seeing Hao Jian in distress, he was pleased to see him stumble. Zhang Gui didn't speak, but his gradually cold-smiling face said it all—none held a greater grudge against Hao Jian than him. As he glanced at the crowd, noticing many guests wearing puzzled expressions, Zhang Gui and the others even showed sneers and mockery, while Hao Jian shook his head secretly. Sometimes, an unintentional display could become a thorn in others' eyes, displease them. "Then just make that kind of drink..." After thinking for a moment, Hao Jian decided not to waste it. A strange smile curved on his lips as he reached behind and grabbed a bottle of brandy, pouring 30 milliliters without a second thought. Then, Hao Jian poured a total of nine different kinds of alcohol, 30 milliliters each, directly into a large goblet. He casually shook it nine times, added a few lemon slices for decoration, and placed it on the bar. "Haha, is this the drink you made? To me, it looks like a hodgepodge of a few types of alcohol mixed together!" Upon seeing Hao Jian place this cocktail lacking any sense of aesthetics on the bar, Liu Yong, who had been itching to ridicule Hao Jian, burst into laughter immediately. With his laughter, other patrons also laughed or shook their heads. "Young man, you're still too young. Doing something impulsive will make you lose face, just like now." "Don't you know our Young Master Gui is a Senior Bartender capable of mixing S-level drinks? Even if you want to save face, you need to choose the right time. You've ended up losing face now." "What do you call this drink? I think you should just call it Hodgepodge. It would be perfect for some low-level street stalls to serve to their customers. Haha, I'm dying of laughter, and you call this bartending?" Hao Jian had intended to introduce the drink, but instead, he was met with a chorus of ridicule and insults from the crowd. He chuckled wryly, shaking his head internally. He had hoped these people would have some insight, but now it seemed he was too naive. Despite this, Hao Jian didn't say anything and instead wore a smile as he waited for these people to stop their derogatory remarks. Strangely, Lin Qingxue, who had been anxiously watching, felt her heart calm down upon seeing Hao Jian's smile. Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly as she looked at Hao Jian, hoping to discern something from him, but she couldn't figure out what this guy was up to. Upon seeing Lin Qingxue's demeanor not far away, Zhang Gui snorted coldly, clenching his fist. Once that guy was dealt with, he'd take care of her too! The venue bustled for a while, and upon noticing Hao Jian's expression, people started to fall silent, perplexed. As one person shut up, more followed, gradually quieting down. But Liu Yong and a few others continued cursing, even more fiercely. However, noticing the shift in the atmosphere, their voices too began to fade. Seeing this, Hao Jian smirked, shaking his head. Holding the goblet with one hand, he chuckled softly, "Had enough laughs? If you're done, let me show you what this cocktail you all look down on really is." After speaking, under the astonished and uncertain gazes of everyone, Hao Jian subtly flicked his wrist. Instantly, the previously murky liquid began to emit a faint glow. "Ah! That drink! Look!" Soon, someone noticed the change in the drink and exclaimed. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the drink began to transform at a slow yet determined pace, which was unbelievable. The nine colored liquids in the goblet blended, gradually turning into a crystalline sea blue. After the sea blue came a ring of soft pink, and after several such layers, it finally transformed into nine different colored liquids, sparkling with endless light under the lighting. "This cocktail is called..." As he looked at the completed drink in his hand, a proud smile appeared on Hao Jian's lips. "Perfection at Nine!" Hao Jian's voice echoed gently through the venue, and the room fell silent. "Perfection at Nine, it's really Perfection at Nine..." In a corner, staring dumbfounded at the drink before Hao Jian, Mu Dan murmured to himself in disbelief. "Boss, what's Perfection at Nine?" Seeing his boss , Zhang Bai looked puzzled. Despite managing a bar, he truly didn't understand the cocktail Hao Jian had created. "Brother Gui, what's Perfection at Nine?" Not only was Zhang Bai confused, as Zhang Gui's top lackey, Liu Yong shared the same curiosity. With a complicated look, Zhang Gui slowly spoke. "3S-level drink, Perfection at Nine!" Zhang Gui and Mu Dan's voices recalled almost simultaneously. "Perfection at Nine, it's really Perfection at Nine!" "Damn! So this is how Perfection at Nine is made!" "In the world today, those able to create Perfection at Nine can be counted on one hand, but how could this kid possibly make it?!" "Looks like we underestimated him." Alongside the creation of Hao Jian's drink, the venue filled with envy, sighs, and anger. With this drink, Hao Jian finally secured his status, or rather his prowess. Everyone attending this birthday banquet had assets not less than fifty million, meaning Hao Jian gained the recognition of over 160 rich individuals. Even if not recognition, his appearance was remembered by them, though Hao Jian didn't particularly care about this. As the overlord of Hua City, he didn't care whether these people regarded him highly or not. "I even laughed at him just now..." Liu Yong's face looked grim as he angrily slammed the table, staring at the 3S-level cocktail in Hao Jian's hand.