Old Hu's tears immediately vanished. "What genre is the next script? Is it another crime procedural?"
It wasn't just Old Hu; everyone on the crew perked up their ears. After all, it was a crew dinner, and nearly all the actors were present. The moment they heard there was another script, who wouldn't want to be in another one of Tang Li's productions?
Tang Li eyed Old Hu suspiciously. "Were those real tears or fake ones? Your expression changed in a flash. I suspect you're trying to play me."
"Hah, of course not," Old Hu said, waving his hand dismissively. He was genuinely happy, but he also genuinely wanted the script. If tears could get him a script, Old Hu felt he was no less capable than Lady Meng Jiang.
"It depends on what genre you want to shoot. I personally prefer suspense. But if you've been shooting serious dramas for a while and want to do a lighthearted rom-com to scratch an itch, I'm not against it. I have scripts for everything, anyway."
