Zeng Yeng was stunned.
Wen Bing had been angry with her before, but never this rude.
For a moment, Zeng Yeng was bewildered, at a loss.
"Director Wen, let's talk things through, don't rush. I'm just following the company's procedures."
"You're a producer, not just a tool." Wen Bing said, "We're making a film, not assembling toys on a production line. Every shoot encounters unexpected situations requiring on-site script modifications. The script review committee evaluates budgets and markets—they don't concern me—but if I can't even make minor on-site changes, then replace me as the director of this film, because I can't work under these conditions!"
He waved his hand and stormed off.
People nearby turned to look, curious about what happened between Wen Bing and Zeng Yeng.
The two would argue every three days, and have a big fight every five days, so people were used to it.
What intrigued everyone was why they argued every day.
Zeng Yeng looked a bit embarrassed.
