Neither Zong Che nor Song Xuechun said anything. Zong Che opened his phone to contact his assistant and understand the situation in China, while Song Xuechun also leaned over to take a look. When she saw the name of the replaced drama, she was stunned for a moment: "This drama... I remember it was invested by Brocade Embroidery Workshop, and the costumes were all sponsored by Brocade Embroidery Workshop."
Rong Dai's eyes were deep as she instructed Lu Nianzhi before hanging up the phone.
"It seems that the other party wants to blockade me in all aspects to leave me no way out."
She gave a cold laugh, then called Huo ShaoJie. But the line was busy for a long time before Huo ShaoJie finally answered the phone on the third try.
"ShaoJie, how are things going with the crew now?"
Huo ShaoJie didn't blame her. His voice was gentle as he answered her, "It's just a delay in the broadcast time, it won't have too much impact."
"Be more careful abroad. I will urge my elder brother about this."
When Rong Dai heard Huo ShaoJie caring about her own affairs instead of the agreement between husband and wife, she felt a little guilty at heart.
"I will handle the crew affairs. Sister-in-law, don't take these things to heart."
"The more they do this, the more it shows they have no confidence in their own abilities."
"Guohou is a work we polished carefully. As a bright pearl, its brilliance will not be obscured."
Afraid that she might overthink, Huo ShaoJie comforted her a few more sentences.
Rong Dai responded and hung up after him. The ominous glint in her eyes grew stronger.
"Can it be done today?"
Zong Che knew the severity of the matter and immediately nodded, "Yes."
"Then go arrange it. I must have the result by tonight."
She instructed Zong Che, and the latter arranged it without hesitation.
"Dai'er, have some water first."
Song Xuechun didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only pour a glass of water for her.
"Thanks."
Rong Dai took the glass and drank two sips before putting it back on the table. She opened her phone mailbox to check the email Qiao Wanzhou sent her.
In addition to the contact information, she also sent an overseas link.
Rong Dai clicked it open and the page jumped over. It was an overseas audition registration form.
Just as she was about to take a closer look, a WeChat message from Qiao Wanzhou popped up.
"Wu Zetian?"
Song Xuechun caught a glimpse of the audition poster's content and quickly searched for related information with her phone.
Instead of replying to Qiao Wanzhou right away, Rong Dai looked at the content on the poster.
Overseas audiences have biases against Chinese-language films and TV, so Chinese-language works are few and far between on international stages.
"Dai'er, do you want to act in it?"
Song Xuechun asked her.
Rong Dai closed the link and recalled the promise she made to the old lady that she would withdraw after acting in Guohou.
She knew she shouldn't break her word, but the attraction of this drama was great for her.
Wu Zetian was a complicated female emperor full of legendary colors.
"I don't know."
She shook her head without thinking more about it. Instead, she tidied up her make-up to prepare to meet Tao Yaofang.
Meanwhile, in China, Huo Shaoting sat in his office chair looking at the gala invitation letter shown by Assistant Zhang.
"Who is the hottest female star under Huo Entertainment? Ask her to accompany me to the gala tonight as my date."
Huo Shaoting ordered coldly, his wife's path shall not be obstructed by anyone!
Zhang was shocked but didn't dare ask any questions. "It's Ying Bingling. She is very capable and beautiful..."
"What do you want to say?"
Huo Shaoting stared at him coldly.
Zhang swallowed hard, his tongue getting twisted as he spoke: "Didn't... Didn't Boss Huo use to not participate in these activities?"
"Now I want to participate. Do you have any objections?" Huo Shaoting scoffed.
"No, no objections. I'll arrange it right away."
Zhang was scared out of his wits, eager to survive.
"Arrange for the media to follow up. Ask Ying Bingling to come see me first."
Huo Shaoting instructed coldly. No one could block his wife's path!
