"Oh, come on, my dear senior, you're still telling me this at a time like this?
Forget whether they're any good. If you're recommending someone, how could they not be? My senior would never pull my leg. You're practically my own brother!
I'm really in a desperate bind here.
You have no idea. Those streaming platforms' breach-of-contract penalties could finish me off in a single day.
I still have to contact the technical departments and tech companies here, coordinate schedules, and rush the work through.
If you've got any good resources, just tell me. I'm begging you.
You'd be saving my life. No words could ever express my gratitude.
Don't worry. I'll definitely repay you."
The moment Director Guan heard that his senior had a solution, his tone softened.
He deployed every trick in the book.
Couldn't you see the sweat beading on his forehead?
He really was desperate.
His senior laughed on the other end. "Listen to yourself. Do you think I'm after some reward?
We studied under the same teacher. How could I come across something good without thinking of you?
Here's what we'll do. I've got a sample clip here. Take a look first. If you're satisfied, I'll send you his contact details.
You two can discuss it yourselves."
"Yes, yes, perfect. Thanks, brother. Thank you."
In his desperation, Director Guan clasped his hands in front of him and made a gesture of worship toward empty air.
He knew his senior couldn't see it, but he did it instinctively anyway.
He was anxious beyond belief.
As he fidgeted restlessly,
a video arrived in his inbox. He opened it to see a young man who wasn't wearing any Heavenly King Armor, just standing there. Yet even that simple sight gave him an air of sacred majesty, inviolable and