A bunch of little soldiers and ruffians poking their heads: It's time for the boss to have a meeting.
Chen Yue: I am drinking pork rib soup.
A ruffian from the soldier who was probing his head said: Boss, bring us some, don't be so mean.
Chen Yue: Okay, the health school next door will put on a show for you with a lively show of Chunxiang and a beautiful man beating someone up.
Wei Jinnian: You are going to beat me. Should I pack up and leave?
Chen Yue: I'll rub my head for you, but I don't need my face either. Put down the bedding and go back to me.
Intention: writing and playing