Harbor City Hotel.
2:30 in the afternoon.
Zhao Yulu and Chen Guanglei walked out of the hotel.
Chen Guanglei shook his head and said, "Wu Jing's military action film, I thought there might be something new about it, but I didn't expect it to be such garbage. What's this about flaunting our military and national pride, who would watch that?"
Zhao Yulu nodded in agreement, "Indeed, who would watch that kind of movie these days? If this movie is made, it's definitely going to lose money."
Chen Guanglei said, "I really wonder if Wu Jing has lost his mind, making such a film. Even if he would've shot a random period drama, it would probably be better than this. I thought that, with his difficulties in Harbor City, he would focus on polishing a script and come up with a good one, but it turns out like this. It's really disappointing. It seems his failure is justified; he probably shouldn't count on a comeback in this lifetime."
