To celebrate a century of excellence, CNC Studio orchestrated a gala of unparalleled scale. The company's entire roster of elite talent was summoned, their external commitments wiped clean for a single evening to ensure a seamless, back-to-back showcase of the studio's legacy.
Even those who had long since vanished into retirement returned to make a rare comeback as a final, soaring homage to the former CEO of CNC Studio, Shang Xiaoyi.
The man himself sat at the front, raising his glass at his rivals and allies alike, while reveling in a continuous litany of compliments that flowed his way.
Next to him sat his youngest son, the one set to inherit the entire company that night.
"Look at what I have achieved," Shang Xiaoyi said in a hoarse voice. "This is all the result of my hard work. A hundred years of success. Though I won't live to see the next hundred years, I do hope that you and your children will preserve what we have built so far."
Shang Ruohai smiled.
