Fang Zhao looked at Tan Min in silence.
Fang Zhao's glare reduced Tan Min's enthusiasm. He spoke in decreasing volume. "That's... That's... the gist of the story."
Tan Min mopped the sweat on his forehead. All he had done was outline the script. It was a basic synopsis at best, so why did he feel like he had just completed a herculean task? It had to be the pressure. If he couldn't secure the necessary investment, the story might not hit the big screen.
Fang Zhao remained silent, so Tan Min asked in a tentative tone, "I just made all this up myself. What... do you think?"
Fang Zhao fiddled with his cup and smiled. "It's OK."
Fang Zhao would have given the story higher marks if it weren't so familiar. He could tell how much effort Tan Min had put into the script based on his outline. Fang Zhao had been observing Tan Min during the extended silence to make sure that the pitch was an original story and not based on covert surveillance of himself.
