“Stop, stop, stop.”

Tang Bao quickly stopped him: "What are you thinking? When did I ask you to direct a play for me? I can direct it myself."

"ah?"

Feng Dagang felt like his brain was short-circuiting.

"My only request is that if I have any suggestions during filming, for example, if I think some lines or plot points need to be changed during the filming process, you must fully respect my opinions."

Tang Bao finally put forward his request.

Although he has learned the skills of a super director and now has a very thorough understanding of filmmaking, and has countless works and inspirations in his mind, theory is only one aspect, and practice is also necessary.

This just happened to be a great opportunity to practice.

He didn't want to let go.

Feng Dagang was confused.

This request was not excessive at all, but it was a bit too much for him.

Everyone knows that he has very strict requirements on art, and on the set, everything must be done according to his will.

No matter how big the brand is, it’s useless.

But Tang Bao is Tang Bao after all. He only wants 40 million for a film that is worth 200 million. This is already very considerate. Besides, the press conference has been held. It is impossible not to let him shoot. He also has to drive box office sales.

Tang Bao's request, in other words, was to take away some of his power, which would be equivalent to being an assistant director...

Feng Dagang was unwilling in his heart, but he knew that he had no choice but to agree.

Tang Bao's personality is sometimes very strange and stubborn. If he suddenly goes on strike, all the work done before will be in vain.

So, he gritted his teeth and agreed: "Okay, I will fully respect your opinion."

"Okay, that's no problem. Come, let's have a pleasant cooperation. Cheers."

Tang Bao raised his teacup.