Da Hong Pao doesn't exist in this world? [1.]

In the afternoon.

Wuyishan City.

The members of the first film crew were all inside their hotel suites. Some of them were packing up the equipment and luggage, some of them were finishing up their final bit of work, and some were laughing and chatting happily. The atmosphere was very relaxed. Having worked on the documentary for two full months now, once the filming wrapped, they suddenly felt no tinge of tiredness anymore.

Zhang Ye was standing at the window, on the phone.

"Brother Zhang, we've also completed our work over here."

"Congratulations, Director Zhang."

"I should congratulate you too. Have you guys booked the plane tickets yet?"

"Yes, we've already booked them. We'll be taking this afternoon's flight back to Beijing."

"Alright. I've already told the third film crew that they can go back as well. Our side here will be taking tomorrow's flight since we didn't manage to get today's plane tickets on time, so we will head back a day later than you guys."