In the audition room.
The two were arguing fiercely, seemingly the director and assistant director.
Neither willing to back down.
"I think she's suitable."
"I think she's not."
"What makes you think she's not?"
"Why don't you ask the screenwriter?"
The screenwriter sat quietly like a chicken, suddenly called upon. He... was a bit flustered. Such an important issue had landed on him.
Did he really have the authority to choose?
"Perhaps ask the investors," the screenwriter suggested timidly, and the two immediately stopped arguing, looking towards the person sitting beside them.
Right, they have investors, and the big boss was there today.
The center spot was originally reserved for him, but he preferred to sit on the side.
"Mr. Wen, what do you think is the best way to solve this?"
Wen Fucheng leaned forward, resting his face on his hand on the table, and slightly turned his head to meet a certain gaze outside the door, suddenly smiling faintly.
