Before Lu Yanting could speak, Jian Ran laughed in anger. "This is the first time I've heard of such an unfair contract."
"What, you think you're above the law?!"
"If something happens during filming, that counts as a workplace injury, got it?!"
"You have to pay compensation!"
The assistant director was good-natured. Faced with Jian Ran's questions, he grinned and said cheerfully, "If the person survives, the production can afford that compensation. If they die, we can cover some funeral expenses too."
"The agreement is just an advance warning that filming is extremely dangerous. Anyone who values their life can head back now."
The moment he heard they would pay, Jian Ran's hackles settled again. He nodded to himself. "That's more reasonable."
"Hand it over. I'll sign."
Watching this, Lu Yanting couldn't help laughing. He ran his tongue over his lips and reached out to take a paper contract too.
Aside from those two, who signed without a fuss, the other actors anxiously asked all sorts of questions, seemingly genuinely frightened.
But not one dared refuse to sign. After all, this was Director Yu Hong's production. As long as filming went smoothly, they might come out on top at the year-end Goldsmith Awards.
Just as Jian Ran had said before, fortune favored the bold. How would they know whether they could succeed without taking a gamble?
Human nature was that complicated: terrified on one hand, insatiably greedy on the other.
In the end, every actor on the bus signed the advance safety agreement.
By then, the bus had finally reached its destination.
A grand, imposing ancient city appeared before them.
Jian Ran followed the crowd off the bus and stood in front of it, looking out. The buildings nearby had weathered the years, their stone walls mottled and worn, faintly