"By the way, how did your talks with Gods and Demons Digital go last night?" Lu Heng asked over breakfast after washing up.
"Dad had a preliminary chat with those two. But the party was too lively last night, so it wasn't suitable for an in-depth discussion. Dad decided to have them bring Gods and Demons Digital's detailed materials to the hotel this morning to meet with him," Wei Linxuan said.
Lu Heng nodded and did not ask any further questions.
In another hotel room, Zhao Miao, who had just woken up, was also complaining to his agent. "...If I'd known some lousy arthouse film like this could win an Oscar, I should've joined the production early like they did. You didn't see the way those Hollywood stars talked to Brother Rong and Lu Heng last night. And Andre—he could remember exactly how many minutes Lu Heng appeared in the film, yet he couldn't even remember my name..."
Sun Shuliang listened to Zhao Miao's complaints with a smile as he picked suitable clothes from the wardrobe and handed them over. "Personally, I think people remember Rong Xiu and Lu Heng's performances because Han Lusheng was already such a well-written character, with much more room for the actor to shine. Cen Qiubai was different. The script boxed that character in too tightly—a righteous, flawless positive figure mainly used to drive the plot forward. There was actually less room for the actor than there was for the second male lead."
Zhao Miao lay back on the bed in slight dejection. After thinking for a while, he suddenly said, "Brother Sun, don't you think Lu Heng's luck is just too good? Back then, he wanted to audition for the young male lead, but the company insisted on making me snatch it from him