conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a story with the title 'A Loyal Character Dancer'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Loyal Character Dancer
  There had been hardly any progress, but he had had second thoughts. The discovery of Feng's phone call seemed to lead in a new direction. Interviews with Wen's neighbors, however, had diminished the probability that she was hiding in the area. Wen had no local friends or relatives, and Feng's had long since cut themselves off. Some villagers showed undisguised hostility by refusing to talk about the Fengs. It was hard to conceive that Wen Liping could have lain low there for days.
  As for the possibility of her having left the area, that also appeared unlikely. She had not boarded the only bus passing through the village on that particular night, nor any of the buses passing within a radius of fifty miles. Yu had conducted careful research at the Transportation Bureau. There was no possibility of a taxi coming anywhere near the village unless it was requested several hours beforehand. And there was no record of such an order.
  Another idea suggested itself. Wen might have left the village, but been abducted before she boarded a bus. If so, unless the local police took direct action against the gangsters, she would never be found in time, or at all.
  So Detective Yu had talked to Superintendent Hong about possible moves against the local triad. In response, Hong gave him a list of the leading local gangsters, but the list indicated that none of them was available—all were either in hiding or out of the district. Yu suggested that they make arrests of low-level members. Hong maintained that the ringleaders alone would have the information they sought, and he also declared that it was up to the Fujian police to decide how to cope with the gangsters. In terms of cadre rank, Superintendent Hong's was higher than Chief Inspector Chen's. So Detective Yu was left with the useless list, as well as an impression that the local police were not pulling their weight—at least not on behalf of a Shanghai cop. And he suspected, gloomily, there might be something else involved.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me two more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He turned and asked Oriole, "Can you draw the fitting room curtain? I like the black slip, the Christian Dior." He took it from the clothes stand and put it into Catherine's hand. "Would you try it on?"
  Another customer entered the store. Oriole stepped toward him, repeating over her shoulder, "Take your time, Big Brother."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". Oriole stepped toward him, repeating over her shoulder, "Take your time, Big Brother. "Would you try it on?"
  Another customer entered the store." He took it from the clothes stand and put it into Catherine's hand.He turned and asked Oriole, "Can you draw the fitting room curtain? I like the black slip, the Christian Dior
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Along with a part of himself, he thought, though he might have lost it long ago, perhaps as early as those mornings on the dew-decked green bench in Bund Park.