Chen Mu then grabbed Copper and pulled him up out of his seat, saying, "I require that he acts as the head producer for this project."
The buzz of discussion immediately surged in the room; they had been surrounded by wave after wave of peaks on a winding road, making it hard for anyone to keep up. No one had imagined that Chen Mu would drag Copper in.
Copper's eyes widened, and he looked at the calm Chen Mu waiting for him to respond as though he'd been struck, while his nose started tickling with emotion. He lowered his head, so no-one could see his expression.
"Him?" Pei Hang hadn't expected that, "And this gentleman is . . . "?
His gaze drifted over to the director of the low-grade fantasy card club, Wang Hao, to get his attention. He didn't expect him to nod so vigorously!
Could it be another star?
