The last time Morris gave her a call, he expressed his admiration, even had her watch so many of Billy's films. Now he was starting to swear.
Daisy Zane went upstairs and standing in the corridor, asked, "What happened?"
"I attended a movie event this morning and saw him." Morris said angrily.
"And then?"
"Then... I thought since I ran into him, we could talk. Guess what the hell he said?"
Daisy didn't make a sound. He certainly hadn't said anything nice, otherwise, Morris wouldn't be this upset.
"He said the quality of domestic films is too poor, the production, storyline, and plot are all unacceptable, so he won't shoot domestic films. Damn! It pissed me off!"
Daisy slightly raised her eyebrows, not saying a word.
"What's even more annoying is, I introduced him to my production team, my status, even your identity as a screenwriter, and the various major awards you've won." Morris' voice was trembling with anger, "But then, you know what he said? He said 'so what?'"
