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Zhang Yuzhe and Director Hu were trying to comfort Jiaqi.
"Jiaqi, don't worry. The crew will definitely get to the bottom of this," Director Hu said, genuinely anxious.
He was afraid Zhang Yuzhe might fire him in a fit of rage.
"Director Hu, you must find out the truth about what happened."
"This time it's Jiaqi. What if it's someone else next time?"
Zhang Yuzhe's tone sounded calm, but it carried the weight of authority and power.
Director Hu quickly nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief—at least the project seemed safe for now.
At this moment, Jiaqi was looking at Zhang Yuzhe in a whole new light. This man really had changed.
"Jiaqi, let's not call the police about this. We'll handle it internally. What do you think?"
"…Alright, I'll listen to you, President Zhang."
"Good. I'll also inform your company. In the meantime, get yourself an assistant. The crew will cover the salary."
"Thank you, President Zhang."
