"There's a rumor going around in the industry that Zhang Fuqiang has signed a profit-sharing agreement privately with the producer."
She suddenly leaned closer, the silk hem of her dress inadvertently brushing against Li Jing's knee,
"According to Wen Lan's former martial arts instructor friend, the crew is now filled with resentment. The so-called handcrafted Mystic Iron Sword breaks the moment it's used in a scene; and those gorgeous costumes fall apart after being worn just twice."
Li Jing stroked his chin, his eyes full of doubt: "I heard from Xiaoxiu that the script of this series is excellent, and they've hired quite a few top actors. Clearly, they're aiming for the best of the year.
Can the director tolerate such shoddy props?"
Wei Jia adjusted the slipping strap on her shoulder: "The director of this series is Wu Bo; you know he's notorious for his obsession with details."
