"Mr. Zhang, could you give me some face," Lan Zihuang whispered pleadingly, "I'll ask him to apologize and then pay some money to settle this privately. Do you think that would work?"
"Give you some face?" Mr. Zhang took another look at Lan Zihuang, "Sure, but he must pay, right? You can't just beat someone for nothing. First the emotional distress compensation, at least two million, right? For the loss of my company's time, I'm thinking three million. The medical expenses will be less, I'll take that as half a million. A total of five million five hundred thousand, not a penny less."
Five million five hundred thousand!
The entire crew took a sharp intake of breath!
That was an astronomical figure! How could Wang Hao, just a minor screenwriter, afford that kind of money?!
