"I'm willing to help you," Li Wei said thoughtfully, "but how exactly can I help?"
Seeing that Li Wei was actually willing to help him, Johnny Depp's eyes lit up. He hurriedly stubbed out the cigarette he had just lit.
"I've seen you act," he said. "You were incredible. You were completely in the zone, absolutely flawless—Oscar-level acting.
"You're a monster."
"Maybe I just have a little insignificant talent for acting," Li Wei said with a smile. "So, how exactly can I help you? I'm not a classically trained actor."
He silently thanked the [Mask of the Deceiver].
"I brought the script," Depp said. "I'm hoping you can guide me, help me find the right feeling."
"What kind of feeling are you looking for?" Li Wei asked further. "Are you having trouble memorizing the lines, or is it that you can't reach the right emotional state?"
"Neither," Depp replied after a moment's thought. "I can memorize the lines, and I can summon the emotions.
