"The film's finally done, Brother Yan?"
At the company, Wang Yan had unusually arranged a communal meal. Upon hearing the news, his good brother had abandoned his work and rushed back to the factory for lunch. He had not seen Wang Yan in quite some time either. He had only gone over to watch the excitement at the beginning of filming, and they had not met again after that, staying in touch solely by phone.
Now that they were meeting again after so long, and Wang Yan had once more neglected proper business to make a movie, his good brother could not help feeling a little disgruntled.
"It's finished."
Wang Yan seemed unable to hear the resentment in his good brother's words. He merely nodded with a smile, eating and drinking while also urging his good brother to eat more.
Liu Qiangdong felt both helpless and greedy. The food was simply too fragrant, but he was also upset, leaving him in a foul mood and unable to enjoy the meal properly.
He could not help asking, "How did the movie turn out?"
"Not bad. In Director Weng's words, from the film studio, it turned out above standard. It's already guaranteed not to lose money; the only question is how much it'll make. Post-production is underway at the studio now. Once it's done, I'll take you to see it and you'll understand. The money won't have been wasted."
"I'm not trying to criticize you, Brother Yan, but your decision to make a movie was still immature. You're normally so steady—how did you get muddleheaded at a time like this? With that two hundred thousand, our company could definitely have developed faster than it has now."
"But nothing's been delayed, has it? Everything's growing steadily. Besides, I put an advertisement for our