After leaving the chairman's office, Ol' Zhou immediately picked up the phone and called Lin Yuan.
"Supervisor,"
Lin Yuan answered Ol' Zhou's call, his tone as calm as ever.
Yet Ol' Zhou couldn't maintain his usual composure when dealing with Lin Yuan, even though he had long since grown used to Lin Yuan's attitude.
"You..."
Ol' Zhou had a thousand things he wanted to say, but when the words reached his lips, they suddenly got stuck.
*What could he even say?*
*Should he just outright say, "You screwed me over"?*
But the fact was, he'd agreed to sell the film rights himself.
*He couldn't blame Lin Yuan for this.*
*It was his own fault for overlooking "Flirting Scholar," or rather, for never taking the film seriously from the start.*
"So here's the thing,"
He chuckled bitterly, "The company sold you the rights to the film, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread it around. Cut Ol' Zhou some slack, will ya?"
