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Friday, 11 July 2008 07:39

Chapter 7 - Mai LaoGuang and his Barbecue Duck


There were only approximately 300 households in the mountain city, but at the moment, each one had lit its lamps and thrown its doors wide open as if to welcome the God of Wealth. In reality, though, it was not the God of Wealth they were welcoming but actually a god of pestilence [*a way to call someone an annoyance or pest]. Dozens of men, wearing red-tassel hats and uniforms and carrying sabres at their waist and torches in their hands, were searching through each house.

Yan Qi and Guo DaLu had just reached the foot of the mountain when they came across Golden Lion standing at the end of a street with his hands behind his back, barking in a loud voice, like a general on a battleground who was accustomed to issuing orders. Guo DaLu greeted him saying, “General Jin, are you planning on turning this place into a battlefield?”

Golden Lion’s face, which had previously had an icy expression on it, broke into a smile when he saw Guo DaLu. “We had no other choice; otherwise, we would have preferred not to disturb these honest citizens.”

Yan Qi: “Since you knew they are honest citizens, why would you disturb them in the first place?”

Golden Lion sighed. “All we know is that the stolen goods are still somewhere in the city and have not been transported away yet, but we do not know which house they are hidden in. The officers of the surrounding eighteen districts have all been brought in for the case, and one by one, all households will be investigated.” He gave another little smile. “As long as we find where the loot is hidden, Feng QiWu has no hope of trying to escape.”

Guo DaLu: “If that’s the case, I won’t be able to go into town tonight?”

An expression flickered across Golden Lion’s gaze. “What matters do you have in town at such hours of the night?”

Guo DaLu: “Drinking.”

Golden Lion: “At Mai LaoGuang’s?”

Guo DaLu: “Uh huh. Our wine on top of the mountain is done, but our alcohol craving still hasn’t been satisfied.”

Golden Lion: “We already searched that place during the first half of the night and seized only one ingot of gold. Feel free to go; you need not worry.” He made a hand signal to the officer patrolling the road, then moved out the way for the two of them.

They had walked a fair distance before Yan Qi said with a smile, “He seems to respect you.”

Guo DaLu laughed. “That is only because he hasn’t been able to figure out my background. He doesn’t even have a clue.”

Yan Qi laughed also. “Those names that you listed, are they truly all names of your shifus?”

Guo DaLu: “There was not a single lie.”

Yan Qi: “Even though much cannot be said about your martial arts, I can guarantee you that those shifus’ teachings would not have produced a student of your calibre.”

Guo DaLu: “What I learned from them was not the strengths of their martial arts but rather, the shortcomings.”

Yan Qi furrowed his brow. “Shortcomings?”

Guo DaLu: “If I observed any flaws or weaknesses in their martial arts, I would think of methods to avoid them in my own. This is called, ‘As I walk in a group of three, I will always find a teacher. [3]’ No matter who the person is, you can always learn something from him.”

Yan Qi: “I couldn’t tell before, but it seems you do possess knowledge of some sorts.”

Guo DaLu replied in a serious tone, “I don’t have to be modest in front of you. To be frank, my knowledge of things is quite expansive.”

Yan Qi could not help laughing. He asked, “So then, where did you learn all your strengths from?”

Guo DaLu: “Have I ever asked you about the secret in the soles of your boots? Or how you have already died seven times?”

Yan Qi: “No.”

Guo DaLu: “Well then, why are you asking about me?”


Mai LaoGuang was an old bachelor. His shop only had a total of four rooms. One room was at the front and was his place of business for customers. Another room was used as his kitchen. The third room was where he slept. But the most important room was at the back of the shop: his roasting room.

The door to this room was always closed because Mai LaoGuang’s barbecue meats were made using a secret recipe. If someone were to steal and learn that recipe, he would be put out of business.

When Yan Qi and Guo DaLu arrived, Mai LaoGuang was in that roasting room. The door was closed, but waves of mouth-watering scents were already wafting through the seam of the door. Guo DaLu swallowed his saliva hungrily before calling, “LaoGuang, business has arrived. Hurry and come out!” However, quite a few moments passed before Mai LaoGuang finally emerged. When he stepped out, they saw that his entire body was covered in grease, as if he had just rolled around in a mound of lard.

He broke into a smile when he saw Guo DaLu. “I reckon that nobody in these hills will have a good sleep tonight, so tomorrow morning’s business is going to be particularly good. Tonight was an especially busy night since I deliberately roasted several dozen additional ducks.”

Guo DaLu smiled. “LaoGuang, you don’t have children or a wife, and on top of that, you live and eat frugally. You are even reluctant to buy yourself a new item of clothing. Why do you want to earn so much money?”

With his Cantonese-accent, Mai LaoGuang replied, “People in my line of work are always rolling around in grease. What would I do with new clothes anyways? Now, as for money, it has always been the more the better.”

Yan Qi also smiled. “His words are straightforward and honest.”

Mai LaoGuang: “Straightforward people always speak straightforward words.”

Guo DaLu: “Mai LaoGuang truly is a straightforward person. Rumour has it that, even though he has been here for more than ten years, he has not stepped into Stone Alley, which is just beyond the stone stele that commemorates the chastity of the widow, Mrs. Zhao.”

Yan Qi: “What type of place is Stone Alley?”

Guo DaLu: “Stone Alley is a great place. Not only are there many beautiful women there, they are all sweet, gentle, and considerate.”

Yan Qi glared at him. “And you have been there?”

Guo DaLu: “No, but not because I don’t want to go. Every time I am drunk and I am not able to walk there.”

Yan Qi: “Well, why didn’t you go when you sobered up?”

Guo DaLu: “I don’t dare go when I am sober.”

Yan Qi: “You? You would actually not dare to do something?”

Guo DaLu: “I am scared that when those beautiful women see such a handsome man, they will not let me go.”

Yan Qi could not help but laugh. “And such a place coincidentally has to set-up behind someone’s chastity stele. Don’t you think that would infuriate Mrs. Zhao?”

Mai LaoGuang: “Will the two of you be drinking wine so late in the night?”

Guo DaLu: “He wanted to come here to eat your fresh-out-of-the-furnace barbecue duck.”

Mai LaoGuang: “Sure. I will go bring out a plump one for you.” He turned around and started walking.

Guo DaLu followed him. “I’m going to go with you to the back to take a look around.”

Mai LaoGuang stopped. “It is very dirty in the back, and there is nothing interesting to see.”

Guo DaLu: “I’m not afraid of getting dirty. I am dirty enough as it is.”

Yan Qi sighed. “If he really wants to go, it would be best for you to just let him go. Otherwise, he will just continue to insist on going, even if it means waiting here and bothering you until next day’s morning.”

Mai LaoGuang smiled. “It is very dim in the back. Be careful where you step.”

The rear courtyard was truly very dark. In the furthest corner was the roasting room, and it was also a dim room. Mai LaoGuang shuffled forward slowly. With a smile on his face, Guo DaLu said, “Watching how you walk, it looks as if you’ve had a bit to drink too.”

Mai LaoGuang: “The night has been quite chilly. But I only drank a couple cups of wine to warm up before I started feeling a little tipsy.” His foot suddenly slipped out from beneath him, and it seemed as if he would fall.

Guo DaLu was reaching out his hand to support him, when without warning, Mai LaoGuang spun around. His motion was like a dragon soaring out of the sea, like a sparrow hawk spiralling through the sky; the strength and nimbleness simply could not be described with words. Guo DaLu had just stretched his arm forward before Mai LaoGuang had already grasped the vein on his wrist.

Yan Qi had never dreamed that this clumsy old man who could barely walk without falling could suddenly become so terrifying. Still in shock, he tried to rush over, but Mai LaoGuang was already speaking in a raspy voice, “Stand still or I will kill him.” The sentence was spoken in perfect Mandarin, without a hint of a Cantonese accent.

Yan Qi paused in disbelief. Stuttering, he said, “You… you are…”

Guo DaLu laughed. “He is Feng QiWu, and the one who took the boxes from beneath our bed. Have you still not figured it out yet?”

[3] From the Analects of Confucius. The full translated text of this particular one is “As I walk in a group of three, I will always find a teacher. Choose to follow what is good in them and correct what is not good.”


Guo DaLu laughed. “He is Feng QiWu, and the one who took the boxes from beneath our bed. Have you still not figured it out yet?” There he was, his life at the mercy of someone else, yet he still grinned as if he simply could not be bothered by the situation.

Mai LaoGuang responded in a cool tone, “You are correct; I am Feng QiWu. How did you know?”

Guo DaLu: “Originally, it was just a wild hypothesis of mine. Aside from GunZi, Golden Lion, the black-clothed man, and the four of us, only you knew that we had gold, and only you had the opportunity to slip in front of us to transport all the boxes while we leisurely walked back up the mountain.” A cold smile showed on Feng QiWu’s face. “In addition, since GunZi and Golden Lion had already wrongly accused you once, logically, they would not suspect you again. And because no one is ever allowed in your roasting room, there is no better place to hide the boxes.”

Feng QiWu: “Anything else?”

Guo DaLu: “Golden Lion’s nose is particularly sensitive. He had seen you before in the past, so you knew that he would recognize your scent. That is why you deliberately chose to disguise yourself by working in this occupation.” Wiggling his nose, he drew in a deep breath. “Because nobody’s scent could ever be stronger than charcoal. Even a woman with bad body odour is not an exception.”

Feng QiWu: “Anything else?”

Guo DaLu: “I have heard that Feng QiWu is a miserly, penny-pinching person. If he found money on the ground, he still would be unwilling to spend it. He won’t even find himself a wife. In the time I have been here, I have not seen anyone stingier than you. You will not even make yourself fresh food to eat but will rather choose to eat your customers’ leftovers.” He suddenly laughed out loud. “I suddenly realized that your name, ‘Feng QiWu,’ is extremely appropriate. The poet, Lin HeJing[4] was said to have taken plum blossoms as his wife and cranes as his children. Your wife, though, is yourself; that is why you are called ‘qi wu.’ ” [*a pun using Feng QiWu’s name, which also sounds like 妻 qi, meaning ‘wife’ and 吾 wu, meaning ‘I’ or ‘me’] He seemed to appreciate his own wittiness very much; he was laughing so hard tears were flowing out of his eyes. But no one else was laughing.

Feng QiWu stared unemotionally at him until his laughter had finally died down, then asked, “Anything else?”

Guo DaLu: “No. But when you add up the three points that I stated, that is enough. Feng QiWu is Mai LaoGuang and Mai LaoGuang is Feng QiWu.”

Feng QiWu: “I never would have thought that a silly youngster like you would have a moment of intellect.”

Guo DaLu: “Even the stupidest person will have one or two ingenious instances in his life. I am a natural genius, who merely, at times, enjoys pretending to be a little confused.”

Feng QiWu: “Do you want to go into my roasting room?”

Guo DaLu: “I did originally.

Feng QiWu: “Go in.”

Guo DaLu: “Even though I had wanted to go in before, I don’t want to anymore. I don’t want someone to hang me from the rack and roast me like a duck.”

Feng QiWu gave him a cool smile. “Unfortunately, whether you go in or not is no longer up to you.”

Yan Qi: “It would be no use if you killed him; I will escape and will still broadcast your secret to the world.”

Feng QiWu: “When he goes into the room, you are going to follow because you are not going to let any opportunity to save your friend slip away. I have lived for fifty, sixty odd years, and this little detail does not escape me.”

Yan Qi gritted his teeth, and his eyes turned red. Even a two year old child would be able to tell how concerned he was for Guo DaLu, much less someone with fifty, sixty years of experience in jianghu.

Guo DaLu threw back his head and laughed loudly. He spoke to Yan Qi. “If, in a man’s life he has one soul mate, even if he dies he will have no regrets. I have such a good friend in you; life or death does not matter anymore. Except…”

Feng QiWu: “Except what?”

Guo DaLu: “I know that you will not kill us.”

Feng QiWu: “Oh?”

Guo DaLu: “Not only does Wang Laoda know that we were coming here, Golden Lion also knows. If the two of us suddenly vanish, don’t you think they will be suspicious?”

Feng QiWu: “That is a problem for the future.”

Guo DaLu: “But if you’re not concerned, why haven’t you made your move and killed me yet?”

Feng QiWu: “No one will come into this place anyway. I do not need to be overly anxious.”

Guo DaLu: “You have not made your move because you are not able to come to a decision. I know that you have always been a very cautious person. You will not do anything unless you can guarantee your success.”

Yan Qi: “If you release him, we promise not to reveal your secret.”

The look in Feng QiWu’s eyes flickered. He looked like a sly, old fox. The problem with an old fox is that he is too mistrustful. Not only does he suspect others, he also does not trust himself.

Guo DaLu said casually, “You know that I have never been interested in catching thieves. I just did not like being lied to.”

They suddenly heard someone laugh and say, “No one ever likes being lied to.” It was Golden Lion’s voice. While the sound of those words echoed, Golden Lion, GunZi, and the black-clothed man had already walked leisurely into the courtyard. And at the same time, the four surrounding walls were suddenly illuminated by the fire of raised torches. Several dozen officers stood with the strings on their bows drawn tight and their sabres out of the sheaths. They had completely surrounded the little courtyard.

Was it oil glistening on Feng QiWu’s face? Sweat? All of sudden, with a backhand shove, he swung Guo DaLu’s body, which weighed more than 100 jin, toward Golden Lion and the black-clothed man. Feng QiWu shot forward like an elastic band. In the blink of an eye, he had seized two sabres and with the move, “Phoenix Spreads its Wings,” had leapt onto the roof of the house. A flash of light reflecting off the sabres was seen and then two officers were tumbling to the ground. Another flash and Feng QiWu’s outline could be seen three zhang [*3 zhang = 10 metres] away.

This bandit, who had roamed the martial world for decades and had committed countless crimes, truly did have incredible abilities. Not only did he possess astounding speed, he was very good at taking advantage of opportunities that arose. This was his first opportunity, and it was also the last opportunity that he would have. Even if the black-clothed man and Golden Lion’s lightness kung fu were better than his, they would be obstructed by Guo DaLu, who was hurtling toward them. It was not possible for them to catch up to him.

Suddenly, a low voice was heard saying, “Go back down.” Two figures appeared behind the roofline of the house, blocking Feng QiWu’s escape route. It seemed that one of the figures merely waved his hand, and Feng QiWu was knocked backward off the roof the same way he had gone up. Thud! He toppled back into the courtyard, landing right on top of the two officers who had fallen earlier.

The two figures brushed past the roof and landed lightly in the courtyard. One had a cold, expressionless face; the other looked poised and refined, with a graceful air that almost resembled that of a young lady. Wang Dong and Lin TaiPing had arrived.

Guo DaLu had just recovered his balance. Clapping his hands with delight, he grinned and said, “Our Wang Laoda does have certain flair.”

Wang Dong: “It wasn’t me.” If it was not him, it could only be Lin TaiPing. This person who resembled a little girl could actually have such an ability? No one would have guessed it, but yet, there was no other possilibility.

By now, Feng QiWu had already been bound so that he looked like a rice dumpling. Golden Lion turned his face to the sky and let out a long breath. “After thirty years of pursuit and hunting, today I have finally captured this old fox.”

Guo DaLu: “The loot should be in the roasting room. You can move it out at any time.”

Smiling, Golden Lion replied, “This is a time when ‘the thief and the loot have been obtained together.’ The good deed has been completed as a whole.”

Guo DaLu: “There is no need to thank me. If you really want to thank someone, thank him.” He pointed at Lin TaiPing, and with a grin, said, “This friend of mine may look a little delicate, but when it comes to drinking wine, he takes it in like he is a large water vat.”

Golden Lion shot a look at GunZi. “We should really show our gratitude to them. How do you think we should repay them?”

GunZi replied with a grave expression on his face, “Seize them, seize them all.”

[4] A poet of the Northern Song dynasty. He was known to have had a passion for plum blossoms.


Guo DaLu nearly jumped up as he cried, “What did you just say?”

In a low voice, GunZi said, “These four people were hiding the loot. Even if they are not Feng QiWu’s accomplices, they are also thieves. Bind them and bring them back. I am certain that under harsh torture, they will confess to their crimes.”

Guo DaLu was so livid he felt as if he would explode. But instead, he smiled and said, “I would like to see who has the nerve to come face me.”

GunZi snapped, “You dare resist arrest?”

Wang Dong suddenly spoke up. “No.”

GunZi: “Then submit yourselves to be bound.”

Wang Dong: “We would never resist arrest by real officers. However, you are not true, righteous officers; you are bandits.”

Yan Qi: “They are even more vicious than bandits.”

Wang Dong: “Your motivation behind the effort required to hunt Feng QiWu was not for his capture but rather, for his money.”

Yan Qi: “How much is the monthly wage of a constable? Is it enough to support either of you? Even a general would not be able to afford to wear the clothes that Mr. Jin is wearing.”

Wang Dong: “What’s more, the cost to hire a professional assassin, like this friend here, is not a small sum,” he said, referring to the black-clothed man. “And naturally, the government would not provide the money for something like that.”

Yan Qi: “But there are lots of stolen loots out there. The world will always be filled with thieves, so naturally, you will always have stolen money available to spend.”

Wang Dong: “Petty crooks that you catch can be brought back to claim your reward and recognition. But big thieves such as Feng QiWu, why not just leave them for yourself?”

Yan Qi: “Capturing such a thief will provide you with enough to live off of for two to three years.”

Wang Dong: “If you let us live, though, you fear there will be a day that your secret is leaked out, so you are thinking you might as well kill us and get rid of any witnesses.

Yan Qi: “Your actions are more vicious than bandits, yet they are all legal. That is what is so incredible.”

Wang Dong: “I have said before, ‘It is fun for wicked people to beat up the wicked. But be careful that it may eventually backfire on you.’ ” As the two of them bantered back and forth, Guo DaLu and Lin TaiPing listened in amazement. Their knowledge could not compare with Yan Qi or Wang Dong when it came to these shady affairs of jianghu that took place in secrecy.

GunZi listened in anger, and he was about to release his rage on them but was stopped by Golden Lion. Waiting until they had finished their conversation, Golden Lion responded with a dry laugh, “Everything you said is correct. I do not deny any of it.” He pointed at GunZi. “This man has a house in Kaifeng, Luoyang, Jinan, and Tianjin, and in each city he has a wife. Do you think he could support all of them on a mere constable’s wage?”

GunZi glowered back at him. “Your number of wives is no less than mine.”

Guo DaLu retorted, “It’s too bad that all your wives are soon going to be widows.”

Golden Lion laughed in amusement. “Do you know why I was willing to tell you all of this?” He pointed to the top of the walls that encircled them. “There are ten sets of bows and forty sabres surrounding you. All of them are my brothers who have been through thick and thin with me. Do you think they will let you escape?”

GunZi’s lips curled up in a cold smile. “It would be quite unpleasant to die by a rain of arrows piercing your heart.”

Golden Lion: “And furthermore, we also have our good friend, Mr. Black, for whom I was willing to part with a large sum of money to hire his services.” He chuckled before continuing, “Of course, you must know that his surname is not Black. His long sword should be able to take care of at least two of you. So I would suggest that you be a little more submissive. That way, at least your deaths will be less drawn out.”

Guo DaLu snapped, “In your dreams!”

Golden Lion’s expression hardened. “Kill him first, and let him be an example to the others!”

The black-clothed man had been standing silently to the side, but he now spoke, asking, “And who are you expecting to do the deed?”

Golden Lion: “You, of course.”

GunZi: “For each one that you kill, you get an additional 100 liang of gold.”

Black-clothed man: “Fine.” In one motion, he reached behind his back, unsheathed his sword, and struck. There was a flash, and the sword had pierced Golden Lion’s shoulder.

It was a short sword, not a long one. That sheathe, which was longer than four feet, had contained a sword only one foot seven inches in length.

Golden Lion was normally not an easy opponent, but he had never considered that the black-clothed man would actually turn and strike at him. Even more so, he had never thought the sword within that sheathe would be so short.

In shock, GunZi shouted, “Fire!” He had not even finished his cry before he leapt into the air. But they were not going to let him escape. Guo DaLu and Yan Qi flew up, pressing in on him and forcing him to dart out at an angle. During the whole time that the events unfolded, Wang Dong had been stationary, but now he moved. It was only a single move, but his precision and speed was beyond description. GunZi saw only a blur before his eyes, and then it felt as if there were shackles on wrists.

Cries of fear escaped from the people who had been standing on the walls. Bows and sabres were tossed down as they all fled. The payments they had received for their services were not enough for them to risk their lives.

Now, every eye was on the black-clothed man. No one knew where his loyalties lay.

Golden Lion’s eyes smouldered with anger. Through grit teeth, he rasped, “You took my gold, yet you double-crossed me. You are not even worthy to be a dog.”

The black-clothed man replied calmly, “I was never your dog.”

Golden Lion: “I had long heard that ‘Roaming Soul Beneath the Sword,’ NanGong Chou was a man of honour, one whose words could be trusted. That is why we were willing to spend a large sum of gold to hire you. But today, things have backfired on me. I, the one who shoots wild geese every day, have finally had my eyes pecked out by one.”

Black-clothed man: “You were already blind before.”

Golden Lion: “You… could it be that you…?”

Black-clothed man: “Did you think that I really am NanGong Chou?”

Golden Lion: “If you are not NanGong Chou, then who are you?”

Black-clothed man: “You were right. I am one who brings calamity on people. But this time, the ones who are in trouble are actually the two of you.”

Golden Lion: “Who are you?!”

Black-clothed man: “Your highest superior, the honourable governor, had known for a long time that there was something suspicious about you. He specifically requested that I investigate the types of shady activities the two of you are involved in.” His words were sharp and abrupt. With a piercing laugh, he continued, “And now, since you have already confessed your own crimes tonight, I have all the hard evidence that I need. Would you say that this also is an example of when ‘the thief and the loot have been obtained together, and the good deed has been completed as a whole?’ ” Golden Lion glowered at him but did not say another word.

The black-clothed man finally turned his attention upwards. Holding one fist in his other hand respectfully, he smiled and said, “Every profession has its black sheep, and even my organization is not an exception. I hope the next time the four of you see an officer or a constable, you will not think that he is the same as these two.”

Guo DaLu smiled in return. “To be honest, I nearly became an officer myself.”

Black-clothed man: “Today’s success was completely a result of the helping hand that the four of you extended. Now, though, I must take these three people back and report to my superiors.”

Yan Qi: “Please, feel free to take your leave.”

Guo DaLu gave Feng QiWu a pat on the shoulder. Chuckling, he said to him, “It really should be quite comfortable in prison. At least you know that you will not have to spend a single penny in there.” Feng QiWu only rolled his eyes in response. Aside from rolling his eyes, what else could he do?

Black-clothed man: “As for the stolen goods…”

Guo DaLu: “Of course, they should be seized and confiscated into the treasury.”

Black-clothed man: “In reality, this case should be considered solved by the four of you. It would stand to reason that you should receive thirty percent of the loot as payment for your services. If you do not mind travelling the distance with me back to the capital…”

He had not finished his sentence before Wang Dong interrupted, “That is not necessary.” He would rather be beheaded than have to exert himself and travel across a distance just for gold. Guo DaLu, Yan Qi, and Lin TaiPing also refused to go. In their eyes, there were many things in the world that were much more valuable than gold or riches.

Guo DaLu smiled. “Aside from having already brought us a load trouble, that stuff really is no use to us. But if you, sir, would give us the ducks in the roasting room as our reward, we would be extremely grateful.”


Daybreak. The city had returned to its quiet peacefulness. The wind was still blowing and the snow still falling. There are certain things in this world that will never change, no matter what the circumstance. The same holds true for some people.

The ducks had just been roasted to perfection. Guo DaLu grabbed one and tore it open with his hands. He was just getting ready to bite into it when suddenly, seven or eight pieces of jade, all about the diameter of a fingernail, fell out of the duck’s stomach. Their eyes widened in astonishment. Ripping open another duck, they found pieces of amber inside. Out of the thirty or forty ducks in the room, about ten or so had something concealed inside their stomachs. Blinking with amazement, Yan Qi cried, “I get it!”

Guo DaLu: “You get what?”

Yan Qi: “Feng QiWu had planned to put all the expensive stones and treasures in the stomachs of the ducks and then transport them out of the city. No one would ever have suspected anything. But when we suddenly showed up, he had only hidden a portion of the treasures.”

Guo DaLu: “That sounds logical.”

Yan Qi chuckled as he replied, “Stop pretending that you didn’t know. You had it all figured out long before I did.”

Guo DaLu blinked. “I did?”

Yan Qi: “If you didn’t, why would you ask for all the ducks?”

Guo DaLu sighed. “If that’s what you choose to think, I can’t stop you.” He flashed a grin. “In any case, they owed us thirty percent as payment anyhow. And taking money that came from a corrupt source cannot be considered dishonest. If we don’t spend it, it will be wasted.”

Yan Qi stared intently at him. Shaking his head, he said, “Sometimes, I just cannot figure you out.”

Guo DaLu: “Oh?”

Yan Qi: “I can’t figure out: are you really that smart? Or are you really that dense?”

Wang Dong answered for him in a nonchalant tone, “Just when you think that he is a fool, he will prove himself to be extremely intelligent; but when you say that he is intelligent, he becomes a fool.” This, too, was a conclusion.

End of Chapter 7

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