"Amitabha Buddha, what is it? I'm very busy." Feng Shan couldn't understand what Frank was saying, but he was certain it wasn't anything good.
"Alright, I have to hand it to you." Frank slapped his forehead and turned to the wryly smiling Director Roland. "This nephew of mine must be a Puritan."
A lecherous, vulgar, and shameless uncle, yet his nephew was a Puritan.
'What a strange family.'
Director Roland's smile vanished, and he said with a straight face.
"Then to keep it brief, I plan on making a film about Mr. Feng Shan's story, and I hope to purchase the story rights."
'Make a movie? Story rights?'
Feng Shan couldn't make sense of the situation. He looked to Frank, hoping for an explanation.
Frank responded with a wink.
"Simply put, Director Roland wants to make a movie about your stories—rescuing people with your plane, fighting the wolves, and the Ice Sea incident."
