The Game of Life-Chapter 855 - 854 Taifeng Building is Booked (Extra for

Chapter 855 -854 Taifeng Building is Booked (Extra for Alliance Hierarch, the Most Revered Under the Heaven!)

Chapter 855 -854 Taifeng Building is Booked (Extra for Alliance Hierarch, the Most Revered Under the Heaven!)

Rolan didn’t realize that while he didn’t understand, Chef Arno had already arranged a twelve-hour pastry making session for him, and even nodded subconsciously when Chef Arno pointed at him.

At this, Jiang Feng could only deeply sympathize and clearly realize how important it is to master an additional foreign language.

Desserts for five hundred audience members, after all.

Hope Rolan stays strong through the finals.

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After introducing the basics, the staff led everyone to stage to see the newly modified cooking station.

It wasn’t actually brand new but had one more feature than during the semifinals—a call button.

Press it before heading off to the restroom, and the cameras won’t switch there. Live broadcasts like this, especially ones lasting several hours, are most prone to on-site accidents, laden with numerous uncertainties. If it weren’t for the American sponsors insisting on a live broadcast, the production team would really prefer not to deal with such trivial hassles.

A case of, “Who’s footing the bill here? The American sponsors.”

Beyond that, there wasn’t much else; the production team primarily wanted everyone to walk through the procedure of getting on stage repeatedly, to simulate the process of finding ingredients multiple times. They had to eliminate any possible mishaps in advance to ensure no issues arose during the live broadcast.

Even in a live broadcast, the switching of camera angles had to be managed as meticulously as it would be in a recorded and edited variety show.

Jiang Feng and the others could only repeatedly rehearse entering and leaving the stage, pretending to look for ingredients, then altering their routes, positions, even the way they carried the vegetable baskets. They even had to rehearse the dialogues in advance.

To prevent the live viewers from nodding off, the production team unprecedentedly equipped each contestant with a microphone, leaving it to the onsite staff to decide whether to turn them on during the contest.

Vexing.

Truly vexing—the process of rehearsing over and over was more exhausting to Jiang Feng than making a pot of high broth.

Everyone expected Chef Arno to lose his temper because the process was too boring and pointless, at least in the eyes of these laymen. However, Chef Arno cooperated quite well, maybe due to the professionalism expected of a top chef who once swept America by storm in reality TV shows.

Arriving at the venue at ten in the morning and waiting until the rehearsal was thoroughly completed at four in the afternoon—that’s when the director and the staff finally gave an OK.

In between, Jiang Feng and others had a less than delicious boxed meal prepared by the production team, which solidified their resolve to fry a couple of dishes during the contest.

Twelve hours, after all—the audience gets to eat, so why shouldn’t they?

Finally, the production crew reminded everyone of the key details once more.

“Today’s rehearsal ends here, and the contest is next Saturday. The live broadcast will start promptly at ten. Please make sure to get up early, be here by seven-thirty, and not arrive just in time like the last time. Make sure to leave enough time for our makeup artists and costume designers. You can wear your own clothes, but you’ll need to wear the chef jackets provided by our team over them,” they said.

“Uh, how do I get the tickets?” Jiang Feng was still concerned about securing audience tickets for his friends and relatives.

“That’s easy; the seats in the first three rows in the middle are reserved for you, and we won’t fill them even if they’re not full. Master Jiang, just contact any staff member when the time comes, and tell us how many tickets you need. We will have them reserved for you,” the staff replied.

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Jiang Feng: …

You won’t believe this, but I’m worried that reserving just three rows might not be enough.

The number of my family and friends exceeds your imagination.

On the way back, Jiang Feng began to count on his fingers how many tickets he would need.

The Jiang family members were a given, every single one had to be there; Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian’s final exams were also over by next Saturday, and they could come to watch along with Aunt Wu. Jiang Feng believed that De and Cheng would definitely make time, even Jiang Ran had to rush over from Magic City to witness his winning moment, right on Saturday.

Just them alone called for seventeen tickets.

Then there were Ji Xia and his grandmother Ji Xue, who had been promised earlier—if they came, it wouldn’t be fair if Ji Xue didn’t come.

That made for three more tickets.

If Zhang Xi didn’t have an exam that day, she would probably need to be there.

Although it had never been discussed before, Jiang Feng guessed that Taifeng Building was very likely to be closed on the day of the finals.

This would mean the old Zhang and Ji Yue would need to be counted in.

Sang Ming and Zhang Weiyu, being excellent employees of Taifeng and close to Jiang Feng, should also be considered; how could they not witness their beloved boss winning the championship live?

The heartless boss, Jiang Feng, felt that this should be included in this year’s performance assessment.

If Jiang Weisheng, Professor Li, and Chen Suhua didn’t mind watching for over ten hours, Jiang Feng would still really hope they could be there to watch the finals.

Just like that, thirty tickets were gone.

Trying hard to recall how many seats there were in the middle row at the venue, Jiang Feng couldn’t remember and decided not to fret over it, which shouldn’t have been his concern. After all, the staff told him he could have as many as he wanted; he couldn’t be blamed for having many family and friends.

Oh right, there was also Wang Hao.

After the last hot pot meal, Jiang Feng generously lent Wang Hao five hundred yuan to help him through a tough time. Although Wang Hao paid him back the moment he got his salary, there was still the undeniable bond of a father-son relationship. If Wang Hao had Saturday off, Jiang Feng felt he definitely needed to be there.

Thinking this, Jiang Feng immediately pulled out his phone to ask Wang Hao if he was free on Saturday.

Jiang Feng, “Hao, are you free on Saturday?”

Wang Hao replied almost instantly, which showed he was either working on his phone or slacking off at work. No wonder he was short on cash again; evidently, he wasn’t focusing on his work.

Wang Hao, “Of course I’m free! Why, Feng, do you want to treat me to a meal?”

Jiang Feng, “?”.

Jiang Feng, “I’ve got a final on Saturday. I have tickets to the live event, do you want to come? But it’s a bit long; you might have to stay over thirteen hours.”

Wang Hao, “! I’ll come, I must be there, Feng! Wait for me, I’m preparing now!”

Jiang Feng was full of question marks, not understanding what Wang Hao actually needed to prepare.

Was he preparing snacks to eat during the match on Saturday?

Putting down his phone and tilting his head, Jiang Feng noticed that Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai were also messaging on their phones, probably figuring out whom to invite to the finals like him.

“Qiqi, will your parents come to watch during the finals?” asked Jiang Feng.

“They will,” nodded Wu Minqi. “I was just talking to my mom, and she said she and my dad will definitely be there. It’s just that I’m not sure if my grandfather will have the time. My mom said my oldest cousin and his wife are also quite keen on coming, but the duration is a bit long so she needs to ask them.”

Shoot, you could count those people on one hand.

“What about you, Old Sun?” Jiang Feng asked Sun Jikai, who was sitting in the front row.

“I just sent a message to my dad, he hasn’t replied yet. I don’t know if he wants to come; he doesn’t really like going out these days. Last time I asked him if he wanted to work at Taifeng Building, even though he agreed, he didn’t go out,” Sun Jikai said helplessly.

“And you, Master Sun?” Jiang Feng asked again.

“My wife and kids are abroad, so they probably don’t have the time to rush back, and I’ve participated in many competitions over the years; they aren’t that interested, probably just watch the live stream online,” laughed Sun Maochai, “I don’t have any friends or relatives to invite either.”

“And you, Fengfeng? How many tickets do you need on your end?” Wu Minqi guessed Jiang Feng would need a big stack of tickets.

“I roughly counted, probably around thirty,” he replied.

Everyone, “???”

“That many?” Sun Jikai exclaimed.

“My family just has many relatives, I also want to invite Mr. Jiang, Professor Li, and them. I asked Hao, and he will be coming as well. Xiaxia and others don’t even need mentioning, since I promised her before. Plus, the store probably won’t be open on the day of the finals, so if there’s space, I thought about letting the staff come watch too,” Taifeng Building belongs to the Jiang family, and Jiang Feng, as the boss, naturally viewed things differently from regular employees.

Wu Minqi, hearing Jiang Feng say this, actually felt it made some sense.

“You asking for more tickets is fine. None of the three of us have anyone else to invite, and I guess Chef Arno wouldn’t want tickets either,” said Sun Maochai.

Chef Arno and his team are genuine foreigners who came to Beijing to work from miles away; their friends and relatives likely wouldn’t have the time or the inclination to fly over and watch a match that lasts over ten hours.

After all, the production team won’t reimburse plane tickets.

Initially, Jiang Feng felt a bit guilty about requesting over thirty tickets for himself, but hearing Sun Maochai say that, he suddenly felt his actions were completely justified.

Exactly, if the others can’t invite anyone, and the staff already said the first three rows were reserved for family and friends, not inviting anyone would just waste those great spots!

Tickets to the golden seats in the first three rows for the finals, Taifeng Building booked them!