It's just that they have money.

The office was silent for about ten seconds.

Zhou Yaoguang took a deep breath and stretched out his hand.

"OK."

This price is already much higher than he expected.

Fang Chen also reached out and shook hands, but not with much force.

Xu Wen took out a pre-prepared letter of intent from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Zhou Yaoguang.

Zhou Yaoguang flipped through a few pages, picked up a pen, and signed.

Fang Chen put away the letter of intent and stood up.

"Mr. Zhou, Xu Wen will be overseeing the entire handover process. Please cooperate."

As they walked out of Firefly Cinema, Xu Wen followed Fang Chen and asked, "Boss, maybe we can negotiate a lower price?"

"No need. If we need it urgently, it won't make much difference. Besides, I've looked at the IPs he has; we can try developing them."

Xu Wen didn't quite agree, after all, she had already pushed the price down even further.

But since she wasn't the boss, she didn't say much.

What he didn't know was that Fang Chen no longer had any real feeling about money.

Ten million is a number, and eight million is also a number; to him, there is little difference.

After the letter of intent is signed, the contract still needs to be confirmed by the legal department, and it will take at least until the next day to be officially signed.

Fang Chen and Xu Wen walked out of Firefly Cinema and stood by the roadside.

"Boss, where to next?" Xu Wen asked.

Fang Chen checked the time; it was only 3 PM. Going back to the hotel would just mean sitting there idly, so he might as well wander around Hengdian.

"Let's go check it out on the film set."

"OK."

The two went to the film studio, and the security guard did not stop them.

This kind of place has many tourists, but there are also many staff members coming and going, making it impossible to tell who is from the film crew and who isn't.

Fang Chen and Xu Wen swaggered in and walked along an antique-style street.

The two walked along the main road and encountered several extras dressed in ancient costumes squatting by the roadside eating boxed lunches. Their costumes were covered in dust and their makeup was smudged, but no one complained.

Xu Wen glanced at it a couple more times and slowed his pace.

"Never seen it before?" Fang Chen asked.

"Never seen it before."

The two walked over to a film crew that was shooting, stood outside the cordon, and watched from a distance.

With a snap of the clapperboard, a middle-aged man in official robes emerged from the sedan chair, his eyes wide with anger. Before he could finish his lines, the director yelled "Cut!"

"Your emotions are wrong! You're angry, not constipated! Let's try again!"

A low chuckle came from the set, but it was quickly suppressed.

"Boss, there's a hole in the back of that extra's clothes," she whispered.

Fang Chen followed her gaze and, sure enough, saw an extra standing in the back row whose costume had a tear at the waist, revealing a hoodie underneath.

"Do you look for continuity errors when you watch a show?" Fang Chen asked.

"I don't watch dramas much."

The two stood outside the film set for nearly an hour, watching the filming of several scenes.

A woman with a hurried expression walked out of the film set, holding a stack of papers in her hand. She looked around and then her gaze fell on Xu Wen, sizing him up and down.

"Come here for a moment."

Xu Wen paused for a moment, then pointed to himself: "Me?"

"Yes, it's you." The woman walked over quickly, speaking rapidly, "How tall are you?"

Xu Wen answered instinctively, "1.65 meters."

"weight?"

"Ninety-two catties."

Have you ever acted?

"no."

The woman frowned, seemingly hesitant, but quickly made a decision: "It's okay, there are no lines. Just stand there, you don't need to say anything. Your figure is suitable, so you're the one."

Xu Wen turned to look at Fang Chen, his eyes questioning.

Fang Chen smiled and said, "Go give it a try."

Xu Wen bit his lip and followed the woman.

Fang Chen stood there, watching her being led into the film set. A costume designer put a light pink jacket on her, a makeup artist applied powder to her face, and a hairdresser styled her hair into a simple bun and inserted a silver hairpin.

It took less than ten minutes in total.

Xu Wen stood in a corner of the set, dressed in ancient costume, looking helplessly at the busy crowd around him, his expression somewhere between nervousness and bewilderment.

But that tension and confusion made her seem genuine.

"On your marks!"

The director's voice came from behind the monitor.

Xu Wen was assigned to stand beside a pavilion, holding a tray with a pot of wine and two cups on it.

She had no lines, she didn't even move; she just stood there.

The clapperboard clicked.

The protagonist walked in from outside the pavilion, lifted his robe and sat down, picking up the wine pot and pouring himself a cup of wine.

Xu Wen stood to the side, motionless.

Fang Chen looked at her.

She stood there, her back straight, her chin slightly tucked in, her gaze not directed at the camera, but rather at the main character, conveying a perfectly measured submissiveness.

It wasn't because she was a good actress, but because she didn't know how to act, so she could only stand there and watch obediently.

But this honesty became her best performance.

"Click!"

The director called out.

"The maid, you, yes, you."

Xu Wen's body tensed up.

"You did a great job just now, keep it up, let's do one more take."

Xu Wen paused for a moment, then nodded.

Fang Chen stood outside the cordon, watching all of this, and found it quite amusing.

Xu Wen might actually have some acting talent.

During the second shoot, Xu Wen was a little more relaxed than the first time, but still didn't make any unnecessary movements. She stood there, like a plant growing by the pavilion, quiet, inconspicuous, but real.

"Click! Passed!"

The director's voice came through the loudspeaker.

The atmosphere on set immediately relaxed, the staff began packing up the equipment, and the actors dispersed in twos and threes.

The makeup artist called Xu Wen over to remove her makeup.

She waved her hand to indicate that it wasn't necessary; the powder on her face was enough, she could just wash it off.

She didn't even collect her extras' wages; she quickly walked back to Fang Chen's side.

"How is it?" Fang Chen asked.

"I was so nervous." Xu Wen took a deep breath. "When I was standing there just now, my mind went completely blank."

"But the director said you did a good job."

"That's because I didn't move." Xu Wen relaxed now, his face turning slightly red. "I didn't move because I forgot I could move."

Fang Chen smiled.

Xu Wen was able to handle all the tasks assigned by Fang Chen with ease, and he was also very comfortable in front of his mother and mother-in-law. Yet, he was so nervous playing a supporting role in an unknown small film crew.

Fang Chen found this contrast quite amusing.

"Boss, what were you looking at just now?" Xu Wen suddenly asked.

"It depends on the person."

"Who are you looking at?"

"The male supporting character in that group just now, the one standing to your left, the one who had two lines."

"Why are you looking at him?"

Fang Chen said with a smile, "There's not much opportunity to show off with just two or three lines, but that actor kept trying to make actions and expressions that fit his character."

Xu Wen thought about the camera angles just now and said, "But he won't have any shots outside of his lines."

"Yes, everyone else thought the same way, so when they didn't have any lines, they would just stand there, making him seem especially serious."