"We've got the script, but casting is still undecided, and it's giving me a headache," Xu Qingyan leaned back, resting against the chair, "We can't really resort to using students as actors..."
"Spend some money," Pei Muchan said.
She was one of the investors. To be precise, Xu Qingyan's small film company was made up of three shareholders, each holding thirty percent of the shares, with the remaining ten percent claimed by Zhang Hongmei.
Xu Qingyan had caught the last train of policy, with capital commitments to be registered. He only needed to pay it off within a certain time frame, not needing to immediately throw a lump sum of money in.
Registered capital could be increased later, but not decreased.
With a small plate, they could only play minor tunes, lamenting the lack of money when the time came. These days, the bigger the risks, the more expensive the fish. Facing a once-in-a-lifetime lucrative deal, Xu Qingyan didn't want to mess it up.
