As long as it doesn't lose money, that's fine.
"What a great story!"
Chen Sicheng's eyes lit up when he heard it.
Is this also considered a good story?
Chen Pingsheng didn't know whether he was serious or just pretending, but right now, there wasn't even a script.
He was unable to judge.
"I want to shoot a story like this right now. How long will it take you to write the script?"
"A month, no, at most half a month!" Chen Sicheng promised.
Fine, this guy must be either a genius or a marvel.
He could wait a mere month.
Chen Sicheng had gained some fame by now, primarily in the drama circle.
Directing and acting in Northern Love brought him instant fame.
"If you let me direct this movie, I will charge ten million for the director's fee."
"Fine, first write the script. Once it's written, we'll talk about money. Tengying might lack other things, but money is definitely not one of them."
Once the script was out, he could use Golden Finger to see the results.