That Girl From Nowhere: Tycoon's Forbidden Sweetheart

Chapter 1263: Chapter 1263: Withdraw Investment? Let Him Withdraw

She also didn’t want anything to happen to Xue Fan, so she turned to Zhang Jiayuan and said, "How about I act it once more for you? If it still doesn’t work this time, it won’t be too late for you to fire me."

Zhang Jiayuan just let out a cold laugh. "No need to watch, what’s there to see?" He turned his head to look at Xue Fan, his attitude hard as steel. "Director Xue, just do as I said. I don’t want to see this actor in this drama anymore."

"Mr. Zhang, we can talk things through, sit down and discuss it. Just like Luo Luo said, why don’t you watch her do it one more time?"

Xue Fan had a lot of confidence in Yun Qiluo’s acting. This girl was very smart; her ability to imitate and to learn was strong, and her memory excellent. As long as she set her mind to something, she could basically pull it off.

However, Zhang Jiayuan opened his mouth and said, "If you don’t fire her, our Ronghua Real Estate will immediately pull out its investment."

As soon as those words fell, the set fell into silence. Even Xue Fan didn’t say anything.

By now, everyone could see it clearly: Zhang Jiayuan was clearly here for Yun Qiluo.

He’d come all this way, and he was determined to have Yun Qiluo fired.

Lan Xinxin watched everyone’s reactions, the corner of her lips barely, almost imperceptibly, hooking up.

So what if Yun Qiluo was introduced by Chu Yibai? Look at how many days she’s been here—has Chu Yibai taken care of her at all? He hasn’t even called once.

At most, she probably just has a bit of a connection with Chu Yibai and used some special method to get him to send her in.

She had figured it out: their relationship wasn’t that close.

Under the pressure of the investors, the crew would definitely no longer take Chu Yibai’s connection into consideration; otherwise this drama simply couldn’t be shot.

And Xue Fan—hadn’t he always valued her, always liked her?

Now let him make the choice himself: is he going to offend the biggest investor for the sake of one Yun Qiluo?

Xue Fan’s face did grow stiff; he hesitated.

If it were a top-tier Director running into something like this, he’d definitely flare up on the spot and tell them to pull their investment—whether they invested or not, there were plenty of people lining up to invest, no fear of the project not getting made.

But Xue Fan hadn’t reached that level yet, so when he ran into this kind of thing, he didn’t even have the right to be angry.

Once the funds were withdrawn, this drama really might not be able to go on. Even if they could keep shooting, the lack of budget would massively drag down the quality.

He subconsciously glanced at Yun Qiluo beside him. The Young Girl’s thin, small frame looked especially pitiful.

Thinking of how she’d performed since joining the crew, Xue Fan felt a twinge of guilt and couldn’t bear it, so he opened his mouth, trying to salvage the situation:

"Mr. Zhang, look... can we still discuss this?"

Zhang Jiayuan said directly, "There’s nothing to discuss. With this level of acting, I can’t bear to watch. Either you replace her or I withdraw my investment. That’s it."

Standing off to the side, Lan Xinxin looked at Yun Qiluo with her eyes lowered, saying not a word, and for once felt a rare sense of satisfaction.

She’d been suppressed by her for so long; she was finally going to have her chance to turn things around.

Thinking of the days ahead when she’d be able to hold her head high, Lan Xinxin couldn’t help letting out a breath. Standing next to Zhang Jiayuan, the corners of her lips lifted into a smug and confident smile.

For a moment, the set was so quiet that only everyone’s breathing remained, the atmosphere growing heavy.

Everyone was waiting for the Director’s team to make a decision.

Many people felt sorry for Yun Qiluo, but there was nothing they could do. They were powerless.

Yun Qiluo pressed her lips together. She was just about to take the initiative to speak up herself, so as not to put Xue Fan on the spot. They’d all treated her very well; there was no need for a whole drama to be shut down because of her.

She hadn’t yet opened her mouth when she heard a low, magnetic voice, husky yet luxurious and lazy, carrying a dangerous air that made one’s heart unconsciously turn cold:

"Withdraw the investment? Fine. Let him withdraw."