About fifteen minutes had passed.
The young quartet that made up the filming crew had arrived, bringing along a hefty amount of equipment.
The director was named Jiang Xiantu, a man with a commanding presence, quite assertive with his subordinates, and radiating masculine boldness.
Luofeng asked curiously, "Director Jiang, how do you calculate your charges?"
Even though he knew their services were free, it was polite to ask.
"The first time is free. We'll shoot all the materials and do the post-production at no cost. If you're satisfied and decide to use us for the next shoot, that's when we'll discuss fees."
"Thank you very much," Luofeng said gratefully. "And it sounds like you're very confident!"
"Because we truly are awesome," Jiang Xiantu said. "For a simple food documentary like this, we can achieve about seventy to eighty percent of the quality of 'A Bite of Daxia.' It's not that we can't reach one hundred percent; we just can't afford that kind of equipment!"
