11:34 PM.
Waiting in the director's office of the plastic surgery center, Yan Feifan checked the time again, his face etched with impatience.
"She's already half an hour late. Does she have any sense of punctuality?"
Wang Chuan, who was playing darts, said casually, "Be patient. These popular celebrities are pretty unrestrained in private. They're used to making people wait for them."
"As for how they act in front of the camera, you can't take any of it seriously."
Yan Feifan snorted and said, "Time is money, Mr. Wang. Remember to raise this person's fee by another hundred thousand."
He added, "For every extra half hour she keeps me waiting, tack on another hundred thousand."
Wang Chuan threw the dart in his hand, hitting the nine-point ring this time.
He turned to look at Yan Feifan and chuckled. "Feifan, you're ruthless. But to them, this is just pocket change."
"You certainly have the leverage to negotiate these days. We'll do it your way."
