Chapter 271: What Good Is He Even Here For?

"Hell, yes," Hou Yu nodded and said, "Breakfast has to be a special one that costs three hundred and eighty-eight per person, lunch is six hundred and eighty-eight, and dinner is a five hundred and eighty-eight set of Western food. Just feeding the crew will set us back about one thousand seven or eight hundred daily. Even the water she drinks is imported mineral water that's one hundred and eighteen a bottle. It's like we've hired Wu Zetian for the film, damn it!"

"So what do we do if she's never satisfied with the script?" As they entered the elevator, Zhou Guangrong sighed, "Why don't you guys go over the script again? I mean, she's got no past grievances with us, what's the point of all this?"

This had troubled the film crew for quite some time now.

Speaking of which, Lan Zihuang often had issues with the scripts before, but it was never as extreme as this.