Chapter 214: Ip Man Emerges

At dawn, a black van moved slowly along the streets of Xiangjiang.

Anita Mui leaned against the car window, gazing at the flickering neon lights outside, when she suddenly spoke: "Leslie, have you truly decided to follow Ah Fei's advice, retire from the screen, and go to Jingcheng?"

Leslie Cheung sat in the back row, holding Tony Leung's hand, and nodded gently: "Mm, I and Ah De have discussed and agreed."

He turned to look at Anita Mui, his tone gentle yet firm: "Ah Fei and the Ah Min family are all on the mainland; it would be good for us to go there to look out for one another. As for you, Ah Mei, only you and Ah Cheung remain in Xiangjiang."

Anita Mui fell silent, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the car window.

Vincent Zhao sensed her hesitation, reached out, and took her hand: "Ah Mei, how about we go too?"

His voice was low, carrying a hint of expectation: "I feel that Fei Min's development prospects are better than Yong Sheng's, and..."

He paused, his gaze tender: "I do not want you to feel lonely alone in Xiangjiang."

Anita Mui turned her head to look at him, the corners of her mouth slowly rising: "You certainly know how to speak."

She sighed lightly, then smiled with relief: "Alright then, we will go too!"

Leslie Cheung's eyes lit up: "Really? That's wonderful!"

Tony Leung also showed a smile: "This way, we can all gather together frequently again."

The atmosphere in the car instantly relaxed; the four looked at each other and smiled, as if they had already seen the lively days ahead in Jingcheng.

Meanwhile, in the study of a villa at Repulse Bay, Xiang Fei dialed Cai Wen's phone number.

"Hello, Brother Cai, do me a favor."

On the other end of the line, Cai Wen's voice carried a hint of sleepiness: "Ah Fei? What's the matter so early in the morning?"

"Brother and Sister Mei are coming to settle in Jingcheng," Xiang Fei went straight to the point, "Find two villas near Jingcheng as soon as possible; the environment must be good, and security must be in place."

Cai Wen instantly woke up: "Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui are coming to Jingcheng?"

"Yes," Xiang Fei smiled, "They plan to move over and live here for a while."

Cai Wen immediately became excited: "No problem! I will handle it tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Fei leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Zhou Huimin pushed the door open, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand: "Arranged?"

Xiang Fei took the teacup and nodded: "Mm, Old Cai is reliable in handling matters."

He took a sip of tea, his eyebrows slightly furrowed: "However, there is another matter that needs to be rushed."

"What?"

"The new script," Xiang Fei pulled open the drawer and took out a stack of blank manuscript paper, "I am preparing to write 'Ip Man'."

Zhou Huimin raised an eyebrow: "Ip Man?"

"Yes," a flash of sharp light passed through Xiang Fei's eyes, "Jet Li's Wong Fei-hung and Fong Sai-yuk have already become classics; now, it is time for the third kung fu IP."

Zhou Huimin sat down opposite him and asked curiously: "Who do you plan to cast?"

Xiang Fei pondered for a moment: "Originally, I considered Brother Lung and Jet Li, but he is currently fully booked with film commitments."

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "Let's use Vincent Zhao; his character is good, his kung fu foundation is solid, and his acting is up to standard."

Zhou Huimin smiled: "If Sister Mei knew, she would surely be happy."

He picked up a fountain pen and wrote the two large characters "Ip Man" on the manuscript paper: "This role must be capable of fighting, and must also possess the bearing of a grand master."

Zhou Huimin looked at his focused profile and asked softly: "Have you thought out the main storyline?"

"Mm," Xiang Fei nodded, "From Foshan to Xiangjiang, a grand master of an era amidst chaos."

Passion for creation flickered in his eyes: "It must not only involve fighting, but also carry feelings for home and country, and the backbone of a martial artist."

Time ticked by second by second, and the light in the study remained on.

Xiang Fei's pen rustled on the paper; occasionally he would stop to think, then continue writing furiously.

Zhou Huimin brought late-night snacks and placed them gently on the table: "Don't get too tired."

Xiang Fei did not even look up: "Write for a little while longer."

He continued to bury his head in creation, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, completely immersed in the world of the script.

On the thick stack of manuscript paper, dense handwriting had already filled the pages.

Zhou Huimin walked over and gently massaged his shoulders: "Finished?"

"The outline is about done," Xiang Fei stretched his arms, "The details still need further polishing."

He stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at Victoria Harbour in the distance.

"Ah Min," he suddenly spoke, "When Leslie and Sister Mei and the others arrive in Jingcheng, let us hold a family banquet."

Zhou Huimin smiled and nodded: "Good."

Xiang Fei turned around, expectation in his eyes: "At that time, I will show them the script for 'Ip Man'."

A confident smile rose on his lips: "This will be the next kung fu classic."