The director, Wang Jianzhong, who was in charge of the entire shoot, was cursing furiously.
Standing before him was a beauty in her early twenties, dressed in a flowing, floor-length gown of pinkish-purple ancient costume.
Facing the director's tirade, the beauty was equally unyielding.
She shouted, "Do you think I'm desperate for this role? You don't like it when I act this way, and you don't like it when I act that way. Do you think you're that great?"
Beside the beauty stood a effeminate man with his little finger crooked, who quickly stepped between them, anxiously saying, "Wenwen, just say a few less words. No matter what, Director Wang is a prominent figure in the industry. Speak a little more politely."
"Politely? He's scolding me to my face. Why should I show him any respect? He should take a good look at himself in the mirror before daring to criticize my acting!"
This beauty named Wenwen yelled and cursed, nearly spitting in Wang Jianzhong's face.
Wang Jianzhong's face turned as grim as if he had stepped in dog excrement. "Good, very good!"
He then pointed at the effeminate agent and said, "It was only because I owed your company's vice president a favor that I reluctantly agreed to let this woman audition for the crew. Turns out, her acting is terrible. She speaks lines like '1234' and now she dares to be so arrogant in front of me. I've been in this industry for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered an actor with such a dreadful attitude."
He grew more and more incensed, roaring, "From this moment on, my cooperation with your company ends. In any future projects I direct, whether it's a leading role or a supporting one, none of your artists will get a part. Get out, all of you, get out!"
The effeminate agent's face stiffened, filled with embarrassment and awkwardness. "Director Wang, I..."
"Fine, we're leaving. Do you really think I care? You dare to offend me, and I'll have my fans send greetings to your ancestors for eighteen generations. What kind of person are you, I spit!"
Wenwen spat fiercely, then turned to leave.
"Wait!"
As she turned, Wang Jianzhong called out to her.
Wenwen revealed a smug look and turned back, smiling. "What? Regretting it? Hmph, there's no medicine for regret in this world. You dare to offend me, just wait for my fans to cyberbully you!"
"Regret?" Wang Jianzhong sneered repeatedly. "I never do anything I regret. This dress you're wearing was custom-made by me. Every stitch and every thread is hand-embroidered. Women like you don't deserve to wear this dress!"
He raised his voice, "Someone, help her take off the dress, and then throw her out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before Wenwen could react, four female security guards in black leather pants swarmed forward.
Wenwen was held down tightly by the four female security guards, her face turning black with rage. She cursed, "You old bastard, just you wait. If I, Lu Wenwen, don't get my revenge, I'm no true lady. You can have my surname!"
Wang Jianzhong remained cold-faced. "Trash like you, who can't be molded into anything useful, clinging to my surname Wang would be an insult. Drag her away!"
The four female security guards dragged Lu Wenwen away, pulling and pushing.
Witnessing this scene, the entire film crew fell silent, no one daring to say a word.
It was no wonder Wang Jianzhong was scolding her so harshly. Lu Wenwen was simply too much trouble.
She was a mere internet celebrity who couldn't even be considered second-tier. Relying on her popularity and capital, she not only acted imperiously on set, throwing tantrums and being difficult, but she also failed to properly act out even the most basic scenes.
Sometimes she complained that the lines were too convoluted and refused to memorize them, only saying "1234" and asking for them to be dubbed in post-production.