Du Zihang had considered countless possibilities.
The crew would apologize and play soft, persuading him to return.
Or after some time had passed, everyone would act as if nothing had happened and continue shooting.
But termination of the contract? That he never anticipated.
In an instant, Du Zihang's face turned extremely dark as he asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you sure they want to terminate the contract?"
The agent sighed, "The money has been transferred into your account, you can check if you don't believe me."
They were adamant about kicking him out of the crew.
Since they had only been shooting for a couple of days, coupled with Xie Feng's stinginess, the termination fee, grandly labeled as "hardship pay," amounted to only thirty-eight thousand.
It was nothing compared to the tens of millions he was supposed to earn!
Looking at the transaction in his account felt like a severe slap in his face.
