Director Ford gave the order but saw his assistant standing next to him, not moving, turned and glared at him, "Why are you just standing there like an idiot?"
"Protesting silently on behalf of all the crew members," the assistant, who had worked with Director Ford for over twenty years, replied. Although they had a superior-subordinate relationship on the job, in truth they had long been old friends, otherwise, he wouldn't dare to say such things.
"Protest? Protest what?" Director Ford continued to widen his eyes like a bull's, "I'm feeling annoyed and can't sleep at home, what's wrong with doing a bit more work?"
