The call connected.
"Hello, President Jiang. This is Hai Bo. I'm terribly sorry to bother you. I hope I'm not disturbing your rest or work?"
As soon as the call connected, Hai Bo's polite and humble voice came through. He spoke cautiously and with great respect.
That was only natural. Jiang Siming had helped him out, even if all he had done was make a phone call.
But to Hai Bo, Jiang Siming had saved both his life and his dreams.
Otherwise, he felt he would have had no chance of working in the entertainment industry for the rest of his life.
Besides, given Jiang Siming's status, it was only natural for Hai Bo to be respectful and careful.
"I happen to be free. Go ahead. What's the matter?" Jiang Siming did not put on any airs.
"That's good, that's good. Here's the situation, President Jiang. I have a friend who used to work at Huayi Company too, but later he set up his own studio and got married. He never expected his wife to stab him in the back, though. Now all the shares in his studio belong to his wife, and he was kicked out. The two of them have also divorced, and his situation is especially miserable. He wants me to ask you if he can return to Huayi."
Hai Bo gave him a simple explanation. In truth, he really did not want to ask Jiang Siming for a favor.
After all, the favor he owed Jiang Siming was already huge, and he had never had the chance to repay him.
Now he was turning around and asking Jiang Siming for help again. Hai Bo truly found it difficult to open his mouth.
But there was nothing he could do. The friend asking for his help had