"Something suddenly came up?" the assistant director raised his voice. "I can understand if something came up, but what's this about not showing up at all? The contract's already signed—hello? Hello?"
Shen Lang, standing beside him, gave him a cool glance. "So he's not coming. The contract's in place, so he won't be getting out of the penalty fee."
The one who'd suddenly bailed, ditching all his work with the production, was some eighteenth-tier bit actor. He'd probably found a better production and a better role, and had flown the coop.
Shen Lang didn't care about such small fry. If losing a dispensable person could net her a hefty penalty fee, all the better. In her current situation, who would turn down more money?
"Have you all memorized your lines?" she asked, turning to the rookie actors sitting nearby.
Their pay wasn't very high, so the production could still afford them.
