"Not about the payment," Master Yuan shook his head and said, "I've read your script too, and it's just some Kung Fu competition. Honestly, this type of film is more suited to Masters like Hong Bin and Li Long. They are the top inheritors of the Doctrine of the Mean faction. Your style matches theirs better. It's not quite suitable for me, as I can't muster any interest in these action movies."
"I've also considered this," Director Deng hurriedly said, "but as you know, the audience recognizes that your actions are more creative, and you use props very well, making the fights look good. Could you please help us out? As for the payment, we can discuss it. Look at all the colleagues here; please give me some face, how about it?"
"Let's not talk about that," Master Yuan simply ignored him, closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the tea table, "I just wrote this poem and gained some insights. Let me savor it a bit more, is that alright?"
