"You're back. I thought you wouldn't arrive until tonight."
Zhuangzhuang rose happily and came over to hug Wang Yan. Yet the fragrant scent that reached her nose made her frown slightly. After the embrace, though, everything returned to normal.
"I specifically chose to land during the day so it'd be easier for reporters to interview me."
"Wouldn't it be the same if you arranged interviews afterward?"
Zhuangzhuang helped Wang Yan take off his coat.
The factory had its own heating, with a boiler room that kept the furnaces going full blast. The radiators were hot, and it was nice and warm indoors.
Wang Yan said with a smile, "As the saying goes, returning home in wealth and glory is like walking at night in fine clothes. If reporters arrange interviews afterward, it definitely won't have the same effect as a whole group of them waiting at the airport to corner me for interviews.
"This time, things have blown up so much that we have to seize the momentum and forge ahead in great strides. There's no fear of too much buzz—only of not enough. Besides, you saw the movie too. Even though I tried to make it as straightforward as possible, it still has a certain viewing threshold. It might fool people into buying tickets for one wave. Those who like it will really like it, but those who don't might hate me enough to curse me to death."
"You're exaggerating," Zhuangzhuang said. "You say movies have a threshold, but most ordinary people watching movies these days are educated. Even if they only understand some of it after one viewing, that's still enough. I think you'll definitely have both box-office success and critical acclaim."
Beauty lay in the eye of the beholder. Zhuangzhuang always found ways to reassure Wang Yan,