What disagreement could Wang Fan possibly have? He completely agrees. He's been pushed to the brink. He's sold his house, his car, anything he could. Not only him, even the assistant director by his side has started taking money out from home to fill the gap.
Hundreds of thousands, even millions, may seem like a lot, but when it comes to making a film, it's just a drop in the bucket. And that's not mentioning the fact that they've been shamelessly asking industry friends to cameo for free.
Otherwise, they would have given up long ago.
At this point, whoever is willing to invest would be welcomed. Even if they are a nobody, it doesn't matter. After all, how much is face really worth?
But Su Qing's words quickly rekindled a fierce desire in his eyes, like a shot of adrenaline.
"Well, President Su, let me toast to you!"
"Please... I can't drink that well!"
"Then have some juice, I'll drink up, you do as you please."
