"Jiang Chen, we can't pull that ad, that's my blood, sweat, and tears. I guarantee, just as long as that ad goes out, our pre-order numbers could double..."
In the dormitory.
Luo Peng, sticking close to Jiang Chen, appeared every bit the loyal and righteous remonstrator of ancient times, a modern-day Wei Zheng.
"Xiao Bai, Brother Shao, come and judge for yourselves, where is that ad vulgar?"
Exchanging a glance with Li Shao, Bai Zheli, adjusting his glasses, objectively appraised, "Brother Chen, I also think that video isn't really that revealing."
Jiang Chen was of course not some old-fashioned pedant, not so rigid and conservative, but what could he do when the party involved was unwilling?
After a moment of silence, he sighed.
"Luo Peng, I know you put effort into it."
Nonsense.
Looking up body measurements online, then going on to create a character, really wasn't a common feat of dedication.
"But we really do need to pull the ad."
"Why?"
Luo Peng was utterly baffled.
