After reading the script outline, Qin Guan understood why they were worried.
Because of the demand for Tibetan antelope fur in the Euromerican market, antelopes were killed recklessly by poachers, which had made their number fall sharply from 1,000,000 to no more than 10,000.
That was a sin committed by the international fashion circle.
Qin Guan put down the script and smiled. "As long as there's an appropriate schedule and a reasonable salary, I'll do it. I want to shoot a film with a sixth-generation director."
"Really? Wouldn't that influence your status in the fashion circle?"
"Never." Qin Guan raised an eyebrow. "If you knew what I said at the Milan Fashion Week, you wouldn't be worried about that."
Relieved, Lu Chuan pushed the script towards Qin Guan. "Take it. The crew is ready. We can start filming anytime you like."
