This world really is outrageous, these sons of bitches and what they raise.
But after confirming that the other party was a bunch of oddballs, Xu Qingyan fully relaxed. With no psychological pressure, the attack could begin, with everyone maintaining their refined and amiable demeanor.
It seems the other side thought the same, with the leaders not having arrived yet. Only two groups were squaring off, might as well keep to the principle of being refined and amiable, since there was nothing else to do.
Zhao Mingyuan spoke up again, addressing Xu Qingyan opposite him.
"As far as I know, Little Brother Xu, you seem to have never engaged in screenwriting work before? I'm very doubtful, can an outsider like you really handle it?"
"So what if I have experience?"
"What experience?"
"Not telling you, so what?"
Zhao Mingyuan was on the verge of spitting blood, and his lackey next to him couldn't hold back, saying with a displeased face.