Arabella Vanderbilt had some understanding of why the scripts she sent out had sunk without a trace, with no response.
It was now the era of capital, and few directors would pompously spend time, energy, and resources to make a film or drama that was highly likely to flop.
"Classics are classics, I've never thought of surpassing them."
Arabella Vanderbilt raised an eyebrow, "Then what is it you're thinking of?"
"It's films and dramas that suit the current social situation."
"The current social situation?"
The man nodded, "Yes. Just like you, straightforward and blunt, smart and wise, clean and efficient, not kind-hearted."
Arabella Vanderbilt stopped walking, slowly turned to look at him, a faint, cold smile on her face.
"You say I'm straightforward and blunt, not kind-hearted?"
"Yes. But aren't there many people who like you?"
Arabella Vanderbilt tilted her head slightly, "Are you trying to flatter me?"
