"Don't kid yourself, how could she not care when she's so poor? You found out, right? How much is it? Tell me."
Luo Yingying hesitated for a moment, then said, "One million after tax."
Chen Zhi's heart instantly hit rock bottom. Earlier, when she saw Mei Mengzhen on the set, she thought that Mei Mengzhen would try to steal her role for the sake of the paycheck. But now, just being the second female lead in a movie, Mei Mengzhen could earn a million. Mei Mengzhen wasn't even a professional actress, and she definitely couldn't have signed with an economic company yet; all this money went straight into her own pocket. Realizing how ridiculous her earlier worries were, Chen Zhi now found them laughable.
The more Chen Zhi thought about it, the angrier she got. She clenched the script in her hands into a ball and then, in rage, threw it hard onto the ground.
The script hit the floor with a "smack," and the already quiet lounge became eerily silent.
