There hadn't been any suitable opportunities before, but now that he had decided to take on Mr. Cat's script, Ning Yi showed great efficiency in his work.
He called Mr. Cat as soon as he got home that night.
Mr. Cat was eating noodles when he got the call.
As soon as he heard Ning Yi saying that he wanted to work with him and film his script together, the noodles he had just eaten got stuck in his throat and he almost choked to death. He coughed for a while before he could speak again.
It was a done deal. Not only did Ning Yi intend to cooperate with him, he was also preparing the funds that were needed for production.
After hanging up.
In the dark and damp rented house in Jin City, the 27-year-old man cried.
That night, Mr. Cat tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
When the morning sun streamed in through the rusty iron windows and he could clearly see the veins in his hands throbbing in the light, Mr. Cat realized he hadn't been dreaming.
