Shen Shanden's judgment made Yu Dong laugh.
It also made him a little angry.
A junior whose film had not even been released yet.
And he already thought himself somebody.
Daring to judge a film by a director of Jiang Wen's stature—did he take Yu Dong for Han Sanping, someone who could be led around in circles by the nose?
What a joke.
Yu Dong wanted to give Shen Shanden a little warning, not because he was upset, but for the other man's own good. After all, he was also Shen Shanden's senior.
Though he had his eye on a share of the sequel to The Grand Director, he was more interested in Han Sanping, his old superior, than in Shen Shanden.
If it were not for Han San...
"Director."
Suddenly, his vision blurred.
He looked again. It had not blurred—Han Sanping had actually come.
Yu Dong hurried over at a trot and shook hands with his old superior.
"Yu Dong's here too."
Han Sanping gave Yu Dong a simple handshake, then smiled as he spoke to Shen Shanden. "I heard you were having a meeting here. I was passing by, so I came to take a look."
Yu Dong: "."
The The Grand Director production team was still quite a distance from the China Film Group chairman's office area.
Han Sanping took a leisurely lap around the place.
The preparations and filming work had been completed, and there were far fewer people now, but everything was still in perfect order.
He really did just take one look, then left.
Before leaving, he reminded Shen Shanden about his health. "Young people can't take their good health for granted, either. Make sure to balance work and rest."
"You came without even giving notice and held us up." After seeing Han Sanping