"Who? Oh, Chu, you got here so quick?"
"Quick? We took a break at the hotel this afternoon," Chu Tian said with a smile. "How's it going, Uncle Wei, everything smooth?"
Who knew, the moment he mentioned it, Wei Chuan's face darkened. "Smooth my ass! I'm so stressed I've got blisters in my mouth. I keep pushing the progress, but it just doesn't pick up."
"What's the matter?" Chu Tian asked. "Tell me, maybe there's something we can do about it."
"There's nothing you can do. It's just how things are here; you wouldn't know since you're not in filmmaking..." Once he started on this topic, Wei Chuan was like an opened floodgate, and he just wouldn't stop.
"To sum it up," Wei Chuan continued, his voice laced with frustration, "the project is simply too big, employing too many new technologies. The problem is that domestic film industry standards are highly inconsistent, which has led to immense difficulties in advancing the project. We spent substantial time just assembling the team.
