The other young playboys nodded in agreement.
Li Rongxiu smiled. Just as he was about to say something, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
The call was from Li Rongjia. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Li Rongjia got straight to the point. "Rongxiu, are you still interested in investing in movies?"
"Investing in movies?" Li Rongxiu repeated in surprise, subconsciously looking at the others around the dining table.
Seeing this, Zhao Qijun and the others all set down their chopsticks and looked over curiously. Li Rongxiu continued, "Why are you suddenly asking that, Second Brother? Don't tell me you're out of money?"
Li Rongjia burst into laughter and began to explain. Meihua Entertainment was not short on money, but this situation was somewhat special. Meihua had poured seventy million into a half-commercial, half-art-house film called Killer of Ang. The reason they were making such an odd hybrid was because Li Rongjia had been worn down by Zhang Zhisu, one of the company's top directors.
This famous commercial director in the Empire's entertainment industry had apparently lost his mind and suddenly become obsessed with art films. He insisted on making an artistic film, and specifically an artistic gunfight film called Killer of Ang. Li Rongjia had not objected at first. If he wanted to make one for fun, then fine; the company could afford to lose a few million.
But the moment the director heard that, he refused. He threw tantrums, rolled on the floor, threatened and bribed him, using every trick he had to force the company to invest seventy million in the film. He even specifically demanded two of the hardest actors in the industry to work with for the leading roles... Li Rongjia had to consider Zhang Zhisu's status as one of the company's old guard