Listening to the dial tone on the phone, Wen Muye's face was a mixture of light and shadow.
It was clear, Xu Yang would definitely not be asking him to direct the movie.
"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being unkind."
Wen Muye gritted his teeth and dialed a phone number.
It was the number of an executive from Tencent Pictures.
Before calling Xu Zhen, he had already contacted this executive and shown them the script; the movie was to be led by Tencent Pictures.
Now that things had turned out this way, and since he couldn't secure a director's position with Xu Yang, he would have to let Tencent Pictures handle it.
A few minutes later, he hung up the phone and sneered, "Hmph, Xu Yang, if you won't let me direct, I won't make things easy for you either!"
On Xu Yang's end.
Not long after hanging up the call from Wen Muye, his phone rang again.
It was an unfamiliar number, also from Shenzhen.
He was curious about who from Shenzhen would be calling him.
