Chapter Fifty-Nine
Quite a few people spoke up for Tang Jingran as well. Zhao Shiyao had been the one who assumed it was a vacation and dressed like that. Now that she knew the real situation, she should have adapted instead of throwing a pointless tantrum.
Guests had sulked on previous shows too, but it had never gotten this serious.
The production team had no choice but to pause filming for a while and talk things over with them, hoping to mediate. The result was a resounding no. Tang Jingran said nothing more once his temper flared, but his face, dark as the bottom of a blackened pot, told everyone that he had no intention of teaming up with Zhao Shiyao again.
Zhao Shiyao was angry too. She had been famous for so long; who wouldn't show her some respect when they saw her? Since when had it become a turn for this kind of traffic star to push her around?
On camera, Zhao Shiyao sighed mournfully. "Maybe we're getting old. The younger generation has all sorts of new ways to debut and get every kind of resource. It wasn't like that for me. When I was filming back then, things definitely weren't this easy."
She lowered her head and smiled helplessly, as though she had suffered some terrible grievance.
That actually resonated with quite a few people. Times had indeed changed, and the nature of many things had changed along with them.
"Veteran actors can't even make a living anymore."
"Has Sister Shiyao been unable to get resources these past few years because no one is looking for her to film dramas?"
"In an era where traffic is king, what the hell does talent matter?"
"Wasn't Tang Jingran discovered through an audition show? He wasn't professionally trained, yet he