The so-called 'friends' company was likely not as pure as it seemed.
Meng Jingwei shook her head and politely refused, "No need. She has already signed with a film and television company..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a crew member rushed over, flustered and anxious, "Director, Director, something has happened! There are many reporters surrounding the set."
Director Li's eyelids twitched. He quickly asked, "What is it this time?"
This production had been fraught with twists and turns, and he was currently most worried about the crew encountering any further problems. His heart couldn't take any more stress.
The crew member glanced at Meng Jingwei, "It's... it's..."
Seeing him falter, Meng Jingwei stepped forward, "I'll say it." She picked up her phone and opened Weibo. "I posted a Weibo just now. The reporters are probably here because of that."
Several directors crowded around, took Meng Jingwei's phone, and looked at it. Their expressions immediately darkened.
"You and Qing Muye are actually divorced?"
"He's gone bankrupt, and you can still remain calm enough to film?"
"No wonder you've been filming frantically these past few days, rushing to catch up. You want to go back and help, right?"
"This is a sensitive time. aren't you asking for trouble by posting this Weibo?"
"This is simply absurd. Do you have any respect for us directors at all!"
...
Some of the directors were unaware of Meng Jingwei's divorce from Qing Muye, so their attitudes towards her were completely different. Several of them began to reprimand her, though interspersed with remarks about her composure and calm demeanor in the face of adversity.
Meng Jingwei, however, remained unfazed. Facing the directors' scolding and accusations, she said calmly, "I don't think a single Weibo post will affect the production in any negative way. Instead, it will increase the buzz around the crew, won't it? That's ready-made traffic. And..."
Meng Jingwei frowned, pondering for a few seconds, and then added, "I believe that if Shen Liannuo is suitable for the main role, after she films for a month, we can switch to a simulcast model, capitalizing on the momentum. After all, my husband's bankruptcy is already a headline that all media outlets are vying to report. The heat is tremendous, and it can be utilized."
Her words left the directors stunned.
The martial arts instructor scratched his head and tentatively asked, "Are you sure your husband is really bankrupt? You don't seem like it."
"I don't think so either," another director chimed in, nodding.
Meng Jingwei pursed her red lips and sighed, "What else can I do? I don't have the ability to defy fate, but that doesn't mean I'll surrender to it. People always have to look forward. Moreover, after his bankruptcy, we have elders above and children below who need to be supported. If I don't work hard, who will support them?"
Her countless emotions culminated in a sigh. She lowered her head to look at the photo on her phone, her eyes stinging with tears. Sad? Of course, she was sad. But after experiencing life and death, you would realize that things like bankruptcy or gossip are not as important as being alive. What she needed to do now was to live well.
Director Li gave her a thumbs-up, "Amazing, amazing. What you said makes sense." He patted Meng Jingwei's shoulder, "Try to be optimistic. Focus on filming, and you won't starve."
The costume director crossed his arms and looked Meng Jingwei up and down, "With you being so young and beautiful, haven't you thought about finding a new husband?" His words seemed to carry a deeper meaning.
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jingwei shot him a sharp glance, her gaze carrying an inherent coldness that was somewhat intimidating. The director, aware of Meng Jingwei's formidable skills and fearing he might anger her, immediately waved his hands and explained, "I was just saying, haha, just making conversation."