A Brilliant Talent, a Pure Heart

What could he do? Nothing! The station director had decided to wash his hands of it. Anyone who wanted to act like an idiot could go right ahead, but he wasn't going. How would he ever mend fences after offending all those people?

The thought of countless former bosses blowing up his phone made him want to cry. It was scarier than a natural disaster.

"Then let's discuss it some more!" the station director said. Unlike the local stations, they had the clout to stand up to the Radio and Television Administration. They could push back when they wanted to; they didn't necessarily have to obey. That was power.

The situation had taken an unexpected turn for the better, but Qin Fen knew nothing about it. He felt a little stifled, but had no grand plans. He would just wait and see.

At a nearby square, Qin Fen stopped. He didn't practice the Eight Trigrams Palm or Aikido he had recently learned, nor Baji Fist or Xingyi. Instead, he practiced the Five Animal Frolics. This technique, which he had received from Medicine Master, had an extraordinary origin: it was Hua Tuo's genuine work, no tricks about it. Its benefits for health and fitness far surpassed those of ordinary martial arts.

The moment he began moving, an old man with snow-white hair and beard looked over sharply. His eyes grew brighter as he watched, and he drifted closer without realizing it. "Young man, those movements are the Five Animal Frolics, aren't they?"

Qin Fen nodded. "They are. Would you like to learn?"

The old man nodded. Only a fool wouldn't. "What are your conditions?" There was something unusual about him. Qin Fen paused at the question. The man clearly knew the rules in certain circles, and Qin Fen couldn't help smiling