Su Xingyu checked her watch; they had been here for too long and it was already time for the next session.
The men methodically claimed various spots, not caring whether Zhuang Heng's team had finished, directly pushing aside equipment that was still operating.
"You guys!" Zhuang Heng's photography assistant saw this and hurriedly tried to stop them, "How can you do this? If you break these pieces of equipment, will you compensate us?!"
"Compensate?" One of the men moving the equipment laughed, as if he'd heard a joke, looking at Zhuang Heng's assistant like a clown, "Kid, get it straight, you're the ones using our space, you're over by a minute and thirty seconds! Our appearance fees are expensive; if you dawdle and don't move your stuff, you'd have to sell these pieces of equipment to compensate us and even pay out of pocket! We're being benevolent by moving your equipment; even if it does get damaged, the loss would be less than you paying up. Got it?"
Too arrogant.
