"Well, I'll take care of it." Fushun nodded.
After all the recent upheavals, the funds originally earned from filming were nearly depleted. Honestly, Hong Kong apartments were indeed easy to rent right now. Almost all of the ninety-seven apartments were rented out, and the tenants had already paid in first-time rent and deposits, bringing in over a hundred thousand. With that in mind, Wu Changyun should go check on Chang Sihu's work.
"I wonder how much Yuan Aijia can offer you for that script."
"Well, I'm not too worried about that. If I had the money, I'd make more money filming it myself than selling the script."
"You still want to take the photo yourself?"
Wu Changyun didn't answer. Setting up a film company was just one step in his plan. He didn't intend to share a future with Fu Shun Chang until he was ready. From Wu Changyun's attitude today, Zai Ge probably understood that he didn't want to join the company, and Lei Luo would eventually find out.
At the same time, Yuan Aijia was not idle after returning home tonight. She served tea and water to her grandfather and massaged his shoulders and back in various ways.
"Grandpa, I have an idea. I wonder if you support it."
"What are your thoughts? Tell me what you think."
"Take a look at this first, and I'll tell you after you've finished reading it." Yuan Aijia handed Wu Changyun's script to Yuan Yangan.
Yuan Yangan put on his glasses and read the script carefully. After savoring it, he said, "Well, the story is good."
Yuan Yang'an, in his 70s, put his glasses aside. Yuan Aijia is his most cherished and proud granddaughter. Now that Yuan Yang'an is no longer directing films, and with Golden Harvest and Shaw Brothers vying for attention, isn't it time to let the younger generation have more freedom? Yuan Yang'an didn't directly address Yuan Aijia's concerns; he needed to make a decision.
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