The producer patted this one, then that one, sincerely trying to mediate between the actor and the screenwriter. "Don't hurt your relationship over something so trivial."
The screenwriter gave him some face and fell silent.
But the actor took another gulp of wine, then redirected his fire at him. "Stop pretending to be such a good guy. Don't think I don't know—you only care about money. I heard long ago that you'd been skimming plenty of the production funding behind the scenes. No wonder the props are always so shoddy, and the supporting actors all look so hideous. Now that the television drama's popularity is dropping, you're responsible too!"
"You can't just throw around accusations like that!" Seeing the crowd gathered around the table, the producer broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly explained, "My competitors were jealous and made up those rumors! How could you believe them?"
The actor let out a drunken belch and said righteously, "If you dared to do it, why wouldn't I dare believe it?"
"Sunaoka." Seeing the producer's awful expression, the female manager hurriedly cut him off. "You've had too much to drink. Go back and rest first."
"I won't!" The actor drunkenly shook her off and draped an arm over Jiang Xia's shoulders. "It's rare to meet a real Detective. I need to learn a thing or two from him."
As he spoke, he suddenly grinned smugly and turned to the female manager. "You always love ordering me around with that high-and-mighty attitude. I only couldn't be bothered to argue with you because you have so many resources in your hands—but you'll only get to throw your weight around for a little longer."
The female manager froze. "What do you mean?"
The actor burst into laughter and raised his wineglass high. "A