"What the hell, asking me to write scripts and make props again? Boss, I studied photography..."

"You're firing me? Screw you, I've had enough of your crap. Damn it, I'm a photography major and you keep making me do the work of an entire film crew. I'm out of here, and I hope your Battle Aura Horse project flops!"

Li Shan slammed the phone down, muttering about his bad luck. He thought it was just as well to quit this lousy job now, as he wouldn't be able to stand it much longer anyway.

That old bastard was paying him four or five thousand to do the work of seven or eight people. Once or twice was fine, but every day? Did he think Li Shan was made of clay?