Chapter 163 – Shooting Ad [2]

An hour had passed since Max was given the script.

Director Hugo was pacing around the shooting area, supervising the preparations made by the shooting team under him. The team was professional, so he only needed to check their work—lighting, sounds, cameras. Everything was in place and ready to go.

But there was one problem.

'A fucking streamer. Why don't they just hire an athlete or an actor, but a streamer?'

Almost all of them were half-assed stuff. Because of their affiliation and work, they thought everything was a joke, and only one in ten thousand did something seriously. Ads? They would do it within their capability and never tried. Acting? They were bad at it. Jokesters were probably apt to describe them.