I took a taxi home and slept for another two hours. I finally recovered and had to go to work.
The advertising department was in a hurry, and she was also worried that Xu Weiwei would change her mind, so she arranged to shoot today.
It's just a few shots of advertising and it won't take too long.
I arrived at the studio where the shooting took place at nine o'clock. The staff were all there, but Xu Weiwei hadn't come yet.
"It's too unprofessional. 20 million is just a few shots. What else do you want?"
As soon as Song Xiang entered the door, he heard someone whispering.
She didn't say much and called Sister Wang.
"Mr. Song, we Weiwei are very busy. It's just an advertisement. We can't let Weiwei lose a day, right?"
Song Xiang sat on a chair and looked at his watch.
"Ms. Wang, some things are boring if you do them too much. I'll give you another hour. By then, if you don't arrive, the reporters should be here."
"you!"
Before Sister Wang finished speaking, Song Xiang hung up the phone.
This kind of person is a bitch, she can't stop saying bad things, and she won't smile until someone slaps her.
Song Xiang was sitting in the studio and saw that her message had been sent out, but there was no reply from Yan Han.
He curled his lips and said nothing.
An hour later, Xu Weiwei still hadn't arrived.
Song Xiang didn't say much and made a few calls to the media that he was familiar with, all of which belonged to the Yan family.
To be prepared, she had a hunch that this commercial was unlikely to end peacefully.
"Coming, coming!"
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a lot of movement in the studio, and Xu Weiwei entered the studio surrounded by everyone.
Sister Wang stood nearby with a very bad look on her face. When she came up, she ordered people to buy food and drinks.
Song Xiang didn't have any objections to Xu Weiwei, but she really didn't like this agent.
Even though I was holding my anger in my heart, I still smiled politely when I spoke.
"There will be a shot later, and the wires need to be lifted. It's not very high." The director came up to say hello in advance.
Xu Weiwei looked indifferent, "It's whatever."
Sister Wang quit her job and slapped the table, "The contract didn't say anything about suspending Wi-A."
She looked at Song Xiang and said, "Mr. Song, we Weiwei are going to walk the red carpet of the film festival in two days. Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"
Song Xiang calmly asked, "Then what do you want?"
Sister Wang rolled her eyes to the sky and said disdainfully: "Just take a few shots in the car. Why do you need to be so serious? You are just unprofessional. You don't know when you cut out the pictures, right?"
Song Xiang supported himself with one hand and smiled without saying a word.
She turned to Xu Weiwei, "Do you want to take a photo?"
"Just shoot." Xu Weiwei shrugged and pushed her manager, "Sister Wang, it's okay."
Sister Wang's face darkened, and even Xu Weiwei ignored her.
The progress was barely pushed forward, and Xu Weiwei also went to put on makeup.
When it came time to shoot, Sister Wang started to behave like a monster again, insisting that Xu Weiwei should be so high that she would be so jealous.
The shot of lifting wires is inherently dangerous. To lift Xu Weiwei and the car at the same time, Xu Weiwei had to stand on the roof of the car.
The original plan was to wear small heels, but changing to sky-high heels would increase the risk factor.
"It's an image problem!"
Sister Wang is biting her ass this time. If she doesn't agree, the filming will be stopped.
Xu Weiwei was a little brainless, and even after being encouraged by Sister Wang, she stopped talking.
The progress stopped and the director was extremely anxious.
I have no choice but to agree.
For safety's sake, Song Xiang had someone add an air cushion underneath, taking the ultimate measure.
She had an unknown premonition that something was going to happen.
Seeing Xu Weiwei hanging on Wia, she even had the urge to stop.