A few minutes earlier.
The function hall was a sea of movement and noise, with people weaving in and out of groups and chatting animatedly. Laughter and snippets of conversation filled the air.
As Director Sun and the producers of the film made their way through the crowd, their faces lit up with wide, eager smiles. They approached a small cluster of individuals, one of whom was a stout, balding old man who stood out in the crowd. It was Director Hao, one of the investors of the film as well as one of the head directors in Light Source Ent.
Director Sun's heart sank at the sight of Director Hao. He had been hoping to avoid him all night. As Director Hao stepped forward, Director Sun braced himself for the inevitable conversation.
"Director Sun!" Director Hao's voice boomed above the noise of the crowd. He stopped directly in front of Director Sun, blocking his path.
