The potbellied man known as Mr. Cheng instantly revealed a cold sneer, "Good? What's good about it? You, an insignificant director, really think you can shoot some sort of decent disaster movie? So what if you've studied abroad? Do you think disaster movies are as simple as other films?"
"To make a good disaster movie, let's not even talk about the actors' acting skills, the most important thing is the special effects must be exquisite. Our Star Shine's special effects are so crappy, do you have the nerve to show that on the big screen?"
"Even if you have the nerve, the audience isn't foolish, who would buy into that!"
Mr. Cheng rebuked sharply, his eyes full of disdain.
Xu Tian's face flushed with embarrassment at being berated, but for the sake of securing investment, he had already stopped caring about his pride: "Mr. Cheng, rest assured, as long as we work hard on the special effects, we will definitely be able to achieve the same quality as international blockbusters!"
