Feng Jianhui's expression changed; he hadn't expected Yan Ci to say such things.
"In that case, I'll take my leave," Feng Jianhui said coldly:
"Moreover, I just looked over the script and don't think much of it. It will lose money once released. I'm planning to withdraw my investment. President Yan, you should consider other options."
"Fine."
Yan Ci was not surprised and calmly agreed.
Initially, she sought cooperation with Feng Jianhui because his Guanghui Media was a local enterprise in Jinling.
The majority of the scenes for the film she was making needed to be shot in Jinling.
She thought that having the support of such a local company would make shooting more convenient.
Now, having declined his dinner invitation, the investment matter was naturally off the table.
This sort of thing had happened to Yan Ci too many times; she was used to it.
"Then I will excuse myself!"
Feng Jianhui snorted coldly and stormed off, flinging his sleeves angrily.
"Ah..."
