"You still don't believe me, buddy, I thought you were different from them..."
"I believe you, man!"
Qi Hao was speechless—are we really that close?
Don't you know what kind of person you are? Do I need to verify it for you?
"My film this time must make money. Not only do I want to make money, but I also want to shoot what I want. Damn, I want to earn while standing. Do you believe it?"
Jiang Wen downed another glass.
Fortunately, Zhang Nan did a great job arranging this; the restaurant's privacy was excellent, or else people might think a fight broke out in the private room.
"Come on, let's drink!" Qi Hao decided to get him drunk.
Suddenly, this kind of scenario felt quite common in Old Tian's files.
Get the husband drunk, go home with the wife, and then...
"If he wants dignity, let him have it; if not, help him have it... Buddy, do you think this line is good?"
Jiang Wen and Qi Hao were now sitting together.
