"One million?"
Han Sen asked, forcing himself not to let disappointment show in his eyes and eyebrows.
Because this timely assistance and respect the girl had given were worthy of his cherished and thoughtful treatment.
Han Sen pondered over his tone and choice of words, wracking his brains on how to decline without wounding her pride.
"Miss Ming Ge, I appreciate your kindness, but although 'The Empress is on Top' is a low-budget production, the initial budget and startup capital are also over twenty million."
He paused and then continued with a hint of bitterness in his voice, "The biggest investor suddenly pulled out, half of our funding was lost, and even if you could invest one million, Miss Ming Ge, it would be like a drop in the bucket..."
Upon hearing this, Ming Ge arched her delicate eyebrows.
Due to inflation, a million might not be worth much in ten years, but in 2010, one million was not a small amount.
However...
She smiled slightly, her slender and fair fingers waving in front of Han Sen as she said:
"No, ten million."
What?!
His ears were fine, he hadn't misheard, had he?!
Han Sen immediately showed a shocked expression.
It probably hadn't occurred to him that the young girl in front of him, who appeared to be full of presence but not even twenty, was the kind who could effortlessly throw down millions like a tycoon.
At this moment, Han Sen re-evaluated her.
Ming Ge.
As she explained her intentions, introduced herself, and gave her name, all the rumors about her had already surfaced in Han Sen's mind.
A beautiful face that didn't match up with her infamous reputation.
In the brief contact, Han Sen couldn't link her with the D-list celebrity entangled in scandals that he remembered.
It just made him think that the entertainment industry was full of truths and lies, ups and downs, and not to believe anything unless he saw it with his own eyes.
But...
A moment later, having regained his composure, he looked at her strangely and said, "Cough, if I may be so bold to ask, did you win the lottery, Miss Ming Ge, or were you taken care of by a Sugar Daddy?"
As soon as these words came out, they were quite impolite.
After he asked, Han Sen regretted it and hastily demeaned himself, saying, "Cough cough, my brain's gone crazy with nonsense, don't mind me, Miss Ming Ge..."
Ming Ge didn't get angry.
She blinked and lowered her voice, pretending to be secretive, "Director Han, let me tell you a secret."
Han Sen's heart lurched, and he grew nervous.
"Actually..." Ming Ge enunciated slowly, "I am a second-generation rich."
Han Sen: "..."
He didn't seem very convinced.
In the end, the woman even extended a finger, placed it on her crimson lips, the contrast of porcelain white and vivid red was tantalizing, "Shh, don't tell anyone else this secret, okay?"
Han Sen: "..."
I'll just quietly watch you show off.
It wasn't until Ming Ge pulled out a notebook, right in front of Han Sen, waved her delicate hand and signed a five million check for him, and with an air of a tycoon, said, "This is only half of the investment, I will give you the other half within three days. You can immediately go to the nearest bank to confirm the check is real."
Han Sen held the check, pinching himself.
Ow!
This wasn't a dream!
Tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand... a million!
The young director, who knew what a check looked like, was counting the zeros on the check with greedy eyes, counting several times to be sure it was indeed a sacred five million check.
His hands holding the check trembled slightly.
Then, looking back at Ming Ge with a gleaming gaze, he asked with all the sincerity of his soul:
"Miss Ming Ge, can I call you... Sugar Daddy?"