The afternoon shoot was not going well because the stand-in actor just wasn't getting it right, and after several takes, Jiang Zhi was still not satisfied. The stand-in, fraught with anxiety and sweating profusely, apologized, "I'm sorry, Director Jiang, something came up at home."
Jiang Zhi picked up a milk carton that had been pressing down the script, drained it, tossed it back, and threw it into the trash can, "Then you should go home."
"I—"
He didn't have the patience to listen to the rest; turning to Vice Director Zhao, he said, "Pay her and find someone else."
The stand-in's eyes reddened, she wanted to plead but was stopped by a look from Vice Director Zhao. There was no use begging; this man had no heart, impervious to all persuasion.
"Take a ten-minute break," Jiang Zhi stood up, coughing as he said, "We'll shoot Su Chan first, go find another stand-in."
Vice Director Zhao was troubled, "It's too rushed; we might not find someone in time."
