Fang Tian listened to his boss's instructions and kept jotting them down in his notebook. "Got it, Boss. I understand. I'll start preparing right away."
After hanging up, Jiang Hao put the matter aside. Preparing a production and selecting actors could take as little as two or three months or as long as half a year or even a year. There was no rushing it. Asura had spent six years in production and cost 700 million. Slow work produced fine goods—though it had turned out awful in the end. Heh heh.
Knock, knock, knock!
The door to the Haoran Technology CEO's office was knocked on.
"Come in."
A crisp female voice answered.
The door opened, and a man entered the spacious office. The woman seated behind the executive desk did not look up, still reading documents. The man did not stop. He walked around behind her, placed his thumbs on her temples, and gently massaged them.
The woman gave a soft, pleased hum. "That feels so good."
"It's past six, President Zhou. Time to get off work," Jiang Hao said softly.
"Evil capitalist. You exploit your employees for maximum profit. Chairman Jiang, have you forgotten that you're the boss?" Zhou Xinyan said with her eyes closed.
"Exploit? That's slander. Who's exploiting whom is still up for debate. At most, I exploit you, but every time, you're the one who drains me dry," Jiang Hao said.
Hearing Jiang Hao flirt so shamelessly, Zhou Xinyan raised a hand and lightly slapped his hand. "We're at the office. It wouldn't be good if the employees overheard that."
Jiang Hao nodded. "My wife is right to lecture me. We'll say those things when we get home."
Zhou Xinyan smiled helplessly. "All right, all right, home it is. Do we have any vegetables left at