"Yuezhi, I don't blame you for the box office results this time. It's all the director and screenwriter's fault," Wang Tiancheng said with a smile. "It's just that I can't afford to offend Mr. Tang. You should go over and apologize to him personally."
Cao Yuezhi felt sad in her heart.
Apologize?
She'd have to apologize with her body.
Wang Tiancheng's meaning was very clear. The investors had suffered heavy losses, and someone had to extinguish their anger. What gift was more valuable than the best actress?
"The company's next highlight will be 'Tales of Yu Lu.' The plot will not be changed. You will definitely be able to redeem your reputation." Wang Tiancheng threw out an olive branch.
Cao Yuezhi ultimately nodded and silently agreed.
The so-called stars in the entertainment industry were just toys of capitalists. They looked high and mighty, but in fact, they were all rotten time the core.
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