Chapter 823
Betrothal Gift
The next day.
Sin Yiu-man had just returned to his home in Sham Shui Po when Li Chi-ching called, saying that the money was ready and the handover could take place today.
Then we handed over the phone, put down the microphone, called Zhong Jieling, and the two of them rushed to HSBC.
Michelle's office.
Sin Yiu-man and Michelle hugged.
As soon as they parted, Michelle said, "Adam, I want to congratulate you. Ms. Li's $600 million is now in your hands. I'm sure you won't let it sit idle."
Sin Yiu-man shrugged. "I'm both happy and have a headache because I have too much money."
"Because money can't leave Hong Kong?"
“Michelle, it’s so easy to talk to you.”
Michelle smiled and said, "Remember to give me a big red envelope, or you won't be able to take a single penny out of Hong Kong."
"Come to my place for a barbecue tonight, and I'll introduce you to a real-life 'red envelope' (a term of endearment for a woman who receives a large sum of money)."
"Who?"
"You'll find out tonight," Sin Yiu-man said mysteriously. "I'm transferring two million of it to the United States. Is that a problem?"
"You've found a precise number."
Michelle reached for the executive desk, her fingers almost touching the cigarette pack, when Sin Yiu-man pointed at Chung Kit-ling, "There's a pregnant woman here."
Upon hearing this, Michelle withdrew her hand and gave Zhong Jieling an apologetic smile. "Gillian, I'm very sorry."
Chung Chieh-ling replied, "It's alright."
When is the due date?
Around mid-October.
“Send me an invitation to the full moon celebration.” After dealing with Zhong Jieling, Michelle said to Xian Yaowen, “What are you planning to do with the remaining $400 million? I’ll let you in on a heads-up, the $600 million may include cash and other valuables.”
“I’ve got an idea.” Sin Yiu-man nodded. “To invest in stable local industries in Hong Kong, I will contact Wharf Holdings and Swire Properties. If it’s feasible, I will purchase a certain number of shares.”
"Owned in a private name?"
"No, I registered a company called Jin Fugui Holdings."
"investment company?"
"uh-huh."
Do you need shareholders?
"You have an Aladdin's lamp that spits out gold coins when you touch it twice?"
Michelle smiled slyly, "That's my secret."
“OK.” Sin Yiu-man shrugged. “How much are you planning to contribute?”
What is the value of Jin Fugui Holdings?
"There is no business development in Hong Kong for the time being, and the assets of the branch will be divested."
“I’ll also give you $400 million, but you have to guarantee a 5% return every year. That’s my condition.”
"Withdraw the earnings once a year?"
"of course."
Sin Yiu-man stared into Michelle's eyes. "Your personal money?"
Michelle said casually, "You can think of it that way."
"20%."
"You've taken our friendship into consideration?"
"Friendship is worth 15%."
"$400 million only gets you a 5% stake?"
“Your $400 million is significantly reduced and has no added value.”
"So, you are very confident in the future of Jin Fugui Holdings?"
"I have always been confident."
"What about adding value?"
“Show it out for evaluation. I don’t mind if your shareholding exceeds 50%.”
"not the right time yet."
"It's effective whenever you take it out, but think carefully, it will depreciate in value."
“It’s also possible for it to appreciate in value.” Michelle smiled broadly, her smile radiant.
“I hope so.” Sin Yiu-man shrugged. “So, deal?”
Michelle extended her right hand to Sin Yiu-man, "Adam, we can't fail, it will be a big problem."
Sin Yiu-man grasped Michelle's hand and said, "Within five years, regardless of profit or loss, you can withdraw your investment at any time and take away not only the $400 million principal but also the returns."
Michelle chuckled and said, "Adam, have you seen the Greek comedy 'The Birds'?"
"'You live in a world of nothingness and illusion,' is that what you want to say?"
"uh-huh."
"Next time you can be more direct."
"Fuck you?"
"Hmm, simple and clear."
Michelle withdrew her right hand. "When shall we talk about business in Taiwan?"
"I can't say more than what you've seen in the report right now. Perhaps we'll need to discuss it around Christmas."
"Everything is under your control?"
"No accidents occurred."
"Adam, you always put my mind at ease."
Sitting to the side, Chung Chieh-ling listened to the conversation between the two with bright eyes. Her uncle had just made an extra $800 million deal with just a few words; he was truly a man of great wisdom and strategy.
"How come there's such a big difference between brothers who grew up together?"
Shortly after, Li Zhiqing arrived, and the two parties completed the handover. The $540 million deposit was directly transferred to Xian Yaowen's account. The other part included HK$17, US$6, £2, and a bunch of small yellow croakers in the safe.
At first glance, it seemed as if Li Zhiqing had taken out all his savings, but everyone present could guess that it was absolutely impossible.
After counting the money, Zhong Jieling gave Li Zhiqing a very formal receipt, the kind that would give Li Zhiqing the right to use wherever he went.
On their way home, Sin Yiu-man and Chung Kit-ling rode together.
"Did you meet with Yaowu in India last time?"
"I met him, and he was doing well, and the plans were going smoothly."
"When he comes back, urge him to study hard and stop fooling around. He did a very bad job in Kowloon Walled City."
“I wanted him to invest in the taxi company, but he wouldn’t listen.”
“Investing in taxis is a good idea, but there’s no need to invest now. The industry is not mature enough yet, so it’s better to wait and see.”
"Brother, when do you think is a good time to invest?"
"The best time to invest is when the great chaos of the Three Kingdoms begins."
"Which investment has a chance of winning?"
"No, whichever company you invest in will win."
While Zhong Jieling was deep in thought, the car unknowingly stopped in front of the garage at home.
Xian Yaowen went up to the rooftop of Building No. 3 and quietly came to Aisha's side to watch her practice flying needle technique.
With a flick of her right hand, a sewing needle, reflecting a silvery light in the sunlight, plunged into a beer bottle five meters away. With a crisp clang, the needle struck the bottle, bounced, and fell to the ground.
She wiped her hair, and a sewing needle appeared in her hand. She flicked it, and it fell again, repeating this process until she could no longer find a sewing needle in her hair.
"Aisha".
Xian Yaowen called softly, and Aisha heard him, a smile spreading across her face as she jogged over.
As they approached, Aisha took Xian Yaowen's hand and said, "Daddy Adam."
Xian Yaowen patted Aisha's head without saying a word.
Aisha has excellent physical fitness, but her intelligence is not outstanding. She learns languages slowly, and it is difficult to communicate with her verbally.
Aisha enjoyed Xian Yaowen's gentle caresses, her eyes half-closed, her upper body weight resting on Xian Yaowen's arm.
In her world, there is rarely the concept of being full, and she does not yearn for being full, but rather fears it. Before she can eat her fill, she must go hungry for two days without any food, then go through purgatory, die once, and only when she is covered in wounds will food appear before her.
One day, a ray of light shone into her world, and she learned the taste of grapes, the taste of roast meat, and that being full could be achieved without hunger or excruciating pain.
She left the hell on earth and came to a paradise with lush greenery, where she drank sweet water and ate more delicious food than she could ever eat.
In heaven, she has a large bed where no one will suddenly wake her up with a beating. She has a toilet that is cleaner than a food bowl, and she needs to exert all her strength to poop.
Heaven, all is well.
a long time.
Xian Yaowen led Aisha to where she had been standing, took a sewing needle from the table beside him, showed it to Aisha with his left hand, then moved his wrist, exerted his strength, and used the explosive force of his wrist to fling the sewing needle away.
The sewing needle, with tremendous force, plunged into the beer bottle, struck the other side of the bottle, lost its momentum, and fell to the bottom.
Aisha opened her eyes wide, ran quickly to the beer bottle, held it high, examined the bottom of the bottle for a few moments, then shook it, making a tinkling sound as she held the sewing needle.
This was the second person she had ever seen pierce a beer bottle with a sewing needle, and it was Adam's father, whom she thought was very thin. This made her let go of her previous belief that "only very strong people can pierce a bottle," and she gained confidence that she could do it too.
She put the beer bottle back in its place, walked to the table, took a handful of needles from the table, hid them one by one in her hair, and then stood next to Sin Yiu-man to continue practicing.
Sin Yiu-man watched for a while and then corrected Aisha's way of exerting force.
When practicing piercing a glass bottle with a sewing needle, the key is the angle, and the foundation is strength. If you don't have enough strength, you can't give the sewing needle enough speed. The point of practice for the little girl now is not to pierce the glass bottle, but to form muscle memory. If you form muscle memory in the wrong way, it will be difficult to correct it later.
As for strength, it exceeds the limit that the little girl's body can store; it can't be developed through training, she can only wait for her body to grow.
Xian Yaowen patiently corrected the little girl until it was time to eat, helped her wash up, changed her into a clean set of clothes, and then took her to the dining room.
Those who ate lunch at home included Zhou Ruoyun, Zhong Jieling, and Kan Meilin, three pregnant women; Zhou Zhilan, who was not yet pregnant; and the sisters Wang Xiamin and Wang Xiali.
Wang Xiali's weight control plan has basically failed. In addition to the proportional enlargement of all parts of her body, she has also developed a small belly, and her face has become chubby, white and rosy, so much so that it would drip oil if grilled with charcoal.
She used to be a cute and cheerful girl, and she's still a cute girl now, but let's not even talk about her looks. If she gains even more weight, no matter how hard she tries, she'll never be cute again.
Sin Yiu-man glanced at his three pregnant sisters-in-law and couldn't help but think of Sin Kwong-lai and Man Ban-ha. They had originally planned to come to Hong Kong to take care of their daughter-in-law during her pregnancy, but before they could go, Man Ban-ha became pregnant herself. The four little ones here would have an uncle or aunt who was younger than them.
On the other hand, the fact that Wen Banxia was able to conceive a second child indicates that there is nothing wrong with her body, but the reason why she didn't have more children in the first place should be attributed to "Xian Yaowen". He still has to repay this favor.
He briefly lost focus, but his attention returned to the dining table.
Turning to Wang Xiamin, who was sitting next to him, he asked, "Do you have any plans for the afternoon?"
"Nothing's wrong today."
"Going to the movies?"
"Great! The movie 'Bruce Lee' starring Chen Zhen has been released, but I haven't seen it yet."
"Chen Zhen is so famous, can he handle things on his own?"
“Chen Zhen’s fight scenes are quite good, much better than Zhang Yang’s.” Wang Xiamin said in a low voice, “Sir, I think Chen Zhen is better than Lei Long. The Dragon Martial Arts Troupe should promote Chen Zhen.”
"Why do you say that?"
"When Chen Zhen appears, he doesn't even need to do any movements; he just gives off the feeling of a great hero. Even when he plays a villain, he still looks like a great hero. Lei Long gives off a very different feeling. Even when he plays a good guy, you worry that he might turn bad at any moment."
"You mean Chen Zhen is a good person at first glance, and Lei Long is a bad person at first glance?"
"It's not just me saying that; many audience members in the theater are saying the same thing."
How would you rate their looks?
Wang Xiamin thought for a moment and said, "Chen Zhen is a chivalrous and tender man with a touch of masculine toughness, while Lei Long is a masculine tough man with a touch of sleazy."
"How can you tell if someone is sleazy?"
"Thunder Dragon has a sly smile."
Sin Yiu-man chuckled, "You think he's sleazy, isn't the root of it that you don't like his appearance?"
Wang Xiamin nodded. "That's possible."
"I'll go and find out what's going on later." As he spoke, Xian Yaowen looked at Wang Xiali and said, "Fatty, your bowls are piled up like a small mountain, don't put any more food in them."
Wang Xiali pouted, "Don't call me Fatty."
"If we don't call her Fatty Girl, what should we call her, Fatty Granny?"
Wang Xiali snorted, shoveled a mouthful of food into her mouth, and mumbled, "Don't say the word 'fat'."
"Quite domineering."
Sin Yiu-man chuckled, said no more, and began to imagine what things would be like a few years from now.
In Hong Kong, young people have begun to favor slender women, especially waists, with a waist size of 22 or 23 inches becoming the fashion standard. Meanwhile, older wealthy businessmen prefer plump figures, believing that a woman with a round and full figure is auspicious for her husband and is also seen as a symbol of a wealthy family.
Women with rounded arms are admired in society. This figure represents health and competence, and also proves that the family is doing well. Even at wedding banquets, you can hear the blessing, "A plump and healthy woman, may you have a long and happy marriage."
Left-wing newspapers criticized the idea that "obesity equals wealth" and called for moderation in eating and opposition to exploitative consumption.
In general, the older generation prefers plumpness. For example, in the gossip about the "Xian family women" that you can hear outside, Su Lizhen is always the busiest one. Young people admire slenderness, as evidenced by the figures of the newcomers who emerged from Friendship Film Studio, all of whom have slim waists.
Wang Xiali has gone beyond the category of plump; she's simply fat. Neither the older nor the younger generation likes her. The only men who would actively pursue her in the future are probably 1% likely to have peculiar tastes, and 99% likely to have ulterior motives. To put it mildly, they're just enduring humiliation and only have eyes for the graceful and charming women of the Xian family; they can't possibly appreciate this fat woman.
He was debating whether to wait for things to go wrong or nip it in the bud.
After some deliberation, he chose the former. Life needs some fun, and having a clown jumping around nearby is not bad; it's lively.
Pregnant women often have cravings, and it's difficult to cater to different preferences when it comes to meals. Without exception, the dishes on the table are all for pregnant women, and the menu is tailored to the preferences of four pregnant women, without considering everyone's taste. As a result, the food doesn't taste very good, and he eats less than usual before stopping.
After helping Zhou Ruoyun take a nap, he and Wang Xiamin went out.
Go to Beihe Street, it's not far, you can walk.
On the way, Wang Xiamin took Xian Yaowen's arm.
"When you go back sometime, discuss the bride price with Mom. There won't be a wedding, but we still need the bride price."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiamin rested her head on Xian Yaowen's arm and said, "How can I negotiate? Shouldn't the elders go?"
"You and Mom need to reach an understanding first, then I can ask someone else to talk to you."
"No need for that. I'll just take an 8888 yuan red envelope home someday. That's a lot of face."
Xian Yaowen turned to look at Wang Xiamin and chuckled, "Don't be hypocritical. Which woman doesn't want to go out in style? Only Ruoyun and Jinman have had weddings, which was out of practical necessity, not because I'm treating them differently. No one else has, so I can't be an exception for you."
"I understand."
"However, I still want to make some compensation for the bride price. I will give you as much money as Mom wants. As for the rest, I plan to buy a tenement building next door. This building is for Mom to save face and to make her look good in front of the neighbors."
However, having face is only temporary; afterwards, all sorts of troubles follow: people asking for money, people asking for help. If you don't help, it's not good; if you help one, there will be another, and it never ends.
My idea is to help a few people, build up a good reputation, and then they'll move immediately, and even move further away.
Therefore, I will buy another tenement building on Hong Kong Island. This one will be for long-term residence, while the previous one will be used for rent collection.
"Two buildings costing over two hundred thousand, isn't that too much?"
"I haven't finished yet. After having a place to live, you also need a way to make a living. I've thought about it, and it would be better to open a small hardware store now, selling door locks, hinges, nails, and water pipe fittings. You won't make a fortune, but it will definitely be enough to support your family's basic needs."
I'll have someone take care of the shop and the supply channels; Mom just needs to take over.
As for your side, the amount given for household expenses in the past will be doubled from now on, and I will give you the extra portion.
That's it, are you satisfied?
Wang Xiamin held Xian Yaowen's hand tightly, "Master, it couldn't be better."
"I'm glad you're satisfied. But there's something unpleasant I have to say upfront: if Songgen is truly capable, I'll arrange a good position for him in the family company without me even having to ask..."
“Master, there’s no need to say anything. You know it, and I know that Song Gen is not of great use. Let me handle this matter myself.”
"it is good."
Xian Yaowen was well aware that his new mother-in-law had the shrewdness of a petty bourgeois. Wang Xiali lived and ate at the Xian family's house, but Wang Songgen would not come over unless the whole family was invited. He guessed that his new mother-in-law looked down on the small benefits of eating and drinking together, so she was planning to do something big—give her son a bright future.
Wang Xiamin acted this way when she was a housekeeper, but now that she's a concubine, her demands will inevitably rise. If we don't nip her in the bud beforehand, she'll be caught in the middle and have a difficult time.
"Sir, if there's no wedding, is there a honeymoon?"
"That sounds good. How about we stay in your hometown of Vancouver for a while?"
Wang Xiamin chuckled and said, "I don't want to go to Vancouver. I want to go to the most romantic city, Paris, but I don't want to put my husband in a difficult position, so I'll settle for Rome instead."
Sin Yiu-man smiled faintly, "I'm not in a difficult position at all."
"I want to go to a city that no one else has been to."
"it is good."
The two arrived at the theater, bought tickets, and entered.
Despite it being a daytime screening, only about half the seats in the theater were empty. Listening closely, filtering out the sounds of people eating sugarcane and sunflower seeds, you could hear a few people saying they were seeing it two or three times already, and enthusiastically recommending it to those around them.
"Sir, did you write the script for 'Bruce Lee'?"
"I didn't write it; I only conceived the main storyline."
"Did Bruce Lee really exist in the Fist of Fury?"
"There is no Jingwu School, only Jingwu Athletic Association. And there is no Bruce Lee in Jingwu Athletic Association. That name is the stage name of that brat Lee Jun-fan."
"The one who fought with Huang Zhansen?"
"Ah."
"I haven't seen him in a long time."
"Isn't he learning martial arts from Master Ye?"
"I don't understand. I haven't been downstairs for a while, so why is the main character named Bruce Lee?"
"The story was partly inspired by him."
"Oh."
The two whispered for less than three minutes before the movie started. Before the main feature, there were advertisements for Good Luck, which were a bit cheesy.
The story is about an employee of a Hong Kong manufacturing group. After hearing the end-of-get off work bell ring, he went to the locker room to change out of his work clothes, put on a Lucky Strike shirt, and walked out of the factory gate with his head held high. There was a close-up shot of the factory gate, and then the camera cut to the street. Many women secretly looked at him, and one of them even came up to chat him up.
The two hit it off immediately and headed to Shanjinlou together. The camera zoomed in on the signboard, and when they went inside to order, it captured a panoramic view of the store.
After the two finished their meal, chatting and laughing, they arrived at the entrance of a theater. The theater sign was not shown in close-up and was deliberately blurred. After buying tickets and entering the theater, the camera turned towards the screen after the two sat down.
The words "Good Luck Comes" appear in red on the screen, and a background sound plays: "Wear Good Luck Comes, and good luck will naturally come. Good Luck Comes shirts invite you to watch the movie 'Bruce Lee'."
Then, static appeared on the screen, flickered a few times, and then four white lanterns appeared, each with the words "East, Asia, Sick, Husband" written in red on it.
Suddenly a gust of wind arose, and the lantern swayed in the wind. The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the lantern swayed more violently. Amid the howling wind, the clattering of leather shoes grew closer and closer. Gradually, a black figure appeared, growing larger and larger, and the outline of its face became clearer and clearer.
The camera focuses on the mouth, capturing an angry shout. The camera then pans back, locking onto the entire body. The person jumps up, kicking through four lanterns. After a close-up shot in mid-air, the image blurs, and the person's silhouette transforms into a red "戈" (ge) character.
Background music begins.
"After a century of slumber, the Chinese people are gradually awakening. Open your eyes and look carefully, who is willing to be a subjugated person? Because of their cowardice and forbearance, their arrogance is growing day by day."
Wang Xiamin rested her head on Xian Yaowen's shoulder and whispered, "The music is really good. You can tell what the theme of the film is just by listening to it."
"Ah."
The film begins after the opening credits and the Friendship Pictures logo end.
The first scene is at the Da Guangming Wharf in Tianjin. The focus is on a thug who is holding a one-inch-long iron nail in his left hand, with the nail head pointing at his thigh. His right hand is clenched and suspended above the nail head. He looks down at the crowd in front of him and says, "I'm going to throw the word 'die' right here today. Anyone who chickens out is a son of a bitch!"
"Sir, what's going on? Are you seizing territory?"
"Ah."
"How do you harm yourself when you're fighting for territory?"
"That's the rule among the thugs in Tianjin. This is called 'driving nails.' They also use boiling oil, cutting off ears or the tip of the nose, rolling on a nail board, heating an iron plate, and inserting bamboo skewers. There are many tricks. Basically, they use self-harm to scare their opponents and ultimately win the negotiation."
"It's strange that they resorted to self-harm instead of fighting each other directly."
"You'll understand once you calculate the expenses involved in a fight."
"Oh, just to save money?"
"This is the main motivation."
"Can self-harm force your opponent to hand over territory?"
"Let's make a hypothetical scenario: if two countries were to fight each other, instead of soldiers going to the battlefield, the heads of state would lead their generals to fight one-on-one against their opponents. Do you think there would still be so many conflicts in the world?"
"There will be no conflict at all, and all countries will live in harmony."
"That's right. It's soldier against soldier, general against general. Those who perform self-harm when fighting for territory are all thug leaders. If your opponent dares to cut off their own ear, but you don't, what else can you do but admit defeat?"
"Assassination is also an option."
“In the past, Tianjin was full of concessions. The police in the Chinese-controlled areas only handled murder cases. If someone died, it was a big deal. The police would never close a case until they had squeezed the person involved dry.”
"Oh, it's still to save money."
"Also because they are afraid of dying, being a hoodlum is just a way to make a living. Since no one has to die, they are naturally willing to abide by the rules."
"Too."
"Let's watch the show first, then we'll talk."
"Ah."
The two turned their attention back to the screen and enjoyed the unfolding plot.
The plot of "Bruce Lee" is actually quite thin. It takes Huo Yuanjia's life as a dock worker as the starting point. When he was competing by self-harm, he pierced his thigh with an iron nail and pulled it out from the other side to intimidate his opponent. He and his brothers monopolized the porter business at the Da Guangming Wharf.
Just when Huo Yuanjia was heading down a dark path, he rescued a man with a gunshot wound at the dock. He treated the man's gunshot wound on the boat, digging out 17 bullets and 72 shrapnel fragments. The man didn't utter a sound or faint throughout the process, which amazed Huo Yuanjia.
While recovering from his injuries, the man revealed his true identity to Huo Yuanjia: he was a disciple of the Dragon Path and a member of the Southern Revolutionary Party. He instilled in Huo Yuanjia the concepts of nationalism and patriotism, and Huo Yuanjia, moved by his words, decided to take a different path.
When the man recovered, the two said goodbye at the dock. One was going to Hong Kong to attend a meeting, and the other was going to Shanghai to establish the Jingwu School. Before parting, they sparred, and the man defeated Huo Yuanjia with just one kick.
Upon arriving in Shanghai, Huo Yuanjia's segment is fast-forwarded, introducing Bruce Lee, who was a hoodlum at the Sihang Warehouse docks. A similar story of transformation unfolds, and Bruce Lee becomes Huo Yuanjia's top disciple.
Huo Yuanjia taught Bruce Lee the Mizongquan (Lost Track Fist) for a year. Realizing that kung fu couldn't save the country, he sent Bruce Lee abroad to study and learn how Westerners operated powerful ships and cannons.
Bruce Lee eventually arrived in New York and enrolled at Columbia University. One day, he accidentally stumbled upon the Dragon Dojo in Chinatown. After a formulaic story of turning enemies into friends, Bruce Lee learned martial arts at the Dragon Dojo and also practiced Dragon Dojo's American Iaido revolver technique under the guidance of the dojo's fellow disciple.
The subsequent plot revolves around the stories in Pingjiang Buxiaosheng's two books, "The Art of Boxing" and "The Legend of Modern Heroes," adopting the narrative that "Huo Yuanjia was secretly harmed by the Japanese doctor Qiuye with a slow-acting lung-rotting drug." It also incorporates parts of the plot from "Fist of Fury" and "Fist of Fury Hero," telling a story of Bruce Lee going to a Japanese dojo to avenge Huo Yuanjia.
At the end of the story, there's a Chinese police officer who secretly lets Bruce Lee leave alive; he's also a disciple of the Dragon Way...
After the show, the two left the theater.
Wang Xiamin, holding Xian Yaowen's hand, reminisced: "The fight scenes were so exciting, Chen Zhen's movements were so beautiful, and that Japanese officer's acting was also great, just like the real thing."
"He really is. He was originally a major in the 20th Division of the North Korean Army, and became an actor after the war."
"I was wondering," Wang Xiamin exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "Oh, sir, was it real skill for him to hammer the nails into the wooden board?"
"The wooden board is specially made. First, a hole is carved out, and then it is filled with wood chips. If you can bear the pain, you can also push it in."
"Could you film it using real kung fu?"
Sin Yiu-man paused for a moment, then said after careful consideration, “Perhaps those who practice Iron Palm to the point of demonic possession can do it, but they can’t strike that deep because their palms would be pierced, and the length of the iron nails wouldn’t be enough to strike that deep.”
"Pierced through?"
"Otherwise, a person's palm can't be trained to the hardness of a wooden board."
"Don't you have internal energy? Can't you use it to protect your palms?"
"Martial arts are not that mysterious. You can analyze the essence of martial arts by focusing on a single point of force. Add inertia and leverage, learn some human anatomy, and understand some traditional Chinese medicine, and you can create your own martial art."
"Tai Chi requires ten years of practice without leaving home; Xingyi can kill a man in a year; the horizontal inscription reads: 'Turtle Fist is a defeated opponent.'"
Wang Xiamin said coquettishly, "Master, you're making fun of me."
"No, I'm referring to the Wang Family Eight Fist Techniques. It only has eight simple moves, yet it's invincible." (End of Chapter)