Chapter 675 The Crazy Script "I..."

Shang Yechu took a deep breath and began to recall everything that could cause her pain. Soon, Cao Shi's ugly face appeared in her mind, and her mood immediately soured.

They even lost their appetite.

Shang Yechu's smile faded as she swallowed the food in her mouth with difficulty: "It's nothing, I'm just a little cold and haven't recovered yet."

Sergei raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly unable to understand the "coldness" Shang Yechu mentioned: "Your Russian has improved."

"Really? Thank you." Shang Yechu poked at the breakfast in front of her with her chopsticks, picked up a small steamed bun, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The steamed buns at the hotel seemed to be pre-made; the taste was just so-so. Why would Sergei be eating breakfast at the hotel restaurant so early in the morning? I've heard screenwriter Lu complain that director Lev and his team have no sense of time; unless there are reporters present, they always arrive at the script discussion meeting right on time.

After swallowing the buns in a few bites, Shang Yechu smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to arrive so early."

“In fact,” Sergei said, “I am alone, Ye, and I want to see you soon.”

"Looking for me?" Shang Yechu frowned almost imperceptibly, then smiled and said, "What can I do for you? If it's about the script, we can talk about it in the conference room."

“No, right here,” Sergei said quickly. “I need to speak with you alone.”

Shang Yechu wasn't sure if it was language and cultural differences that led to her misunderstanding, or if the other person was inherently frivolous. Sergei's words puzzled her; they weren't even close, so what could possibly require such a hasty private meeting?

Shang Yechu glanced around. Aside from her bodyguards and the manager at the entrance, there was no one else in the restaurant. There were several security cameras in the corner.

Shang Yechu sat up straight without showing any emotion, adopting a businesslike demeanor: "What is it? Aside from the script, it seems like we have nothing to talk about."

“It is indeed a problem with the script,” Sergei said, pulling out his phone. “Have you seen the revised script?”

"Not yet." Shang Yechu's eyes lit up. "Do you have any?"

Sergei shoved his phone in front of Shang Yechu's eyes. The screen was filled with Russian, making one's head spin. Next to the printed Russian text were many handwritten Russian annotations. The handwritten text looked like a huge swirl of spiral noodles. Shang Yechu managed to read two lines before feeling like his head was about to explode.

Sergei observed Shang Yechu's expression, and a second before Shang Yechu frowned, he pulled the phone back: "Sorry, I don't have a Chinese version here. How about I explain it to you?"

"You only need to tell me about the changes." Shang Yechu regretfully turned her gaze away. "How was the personnel ratio between the Chinese and Russian sides resolved?"

"It's not resolved."

"What?" Shang Yechu thought she had misheard. "What do you mean by that?"

“It’s not resolved,” Sergei repeated. “At least not in this one.”