Yusuf Zuck didn’t spend the night at the Royal Palace Nightclub; after getting a full-body massage from a professional blind masseur, he drove away. As for Jerome Hart, Samuel Ross, the Pillar, and Dream Morrow, it was a night of relaxation and joy. Men, without wives or families, why not have fun when they’ve got the money? Around three in the morning, Yusuf Zuck returned to Miles O’Brien’s place. He had the key, so he let himself in, then slipped into Miles O’Brien’s bed. She scolded him for his excessive energy, saying it wasn’t nice to disturb people in the middle of the night. But there was no helping it; if Yusuf Zuck wanted to stir things up, she had no choice but to let him. After romping until dawn, Miles O’Brien decided not to sleep anymore, got up early to make breakfast for Yusuf Zuck, and their relationship seemed harmonious; even the early-rising Miles O’Brien was humming a tune. "Oh, by the way, about those jewels, I’ve picked out some and sent them to the auction house, and as for the gold and silver, I’ve decided not to sell them. Gold is always scarce, so I’m going to store it in the bank’s safe deposit box. If we have children in the future, even if we go bankrupt, this batch of gold will ensure our children are provided for." "Alright, you decide on the jewels. Just keep the money you make in your account," she said. "Why are you so good to me?" Miles O’Brien asked as she leaned in and kissed Yusuf Zuck. Yusuf Zuck laughed, "I just want you to be happy and have a good life." "I am happy right now. So, do you have any plans for today? If not, you really should check out the sidewalk stalls. We still have half the counters in our shop empty; it’s been a while since we opened, and you haven’t been paying much attention to it," she said. "I can’t today; let’s do it tomorrow. I’ll find time to go to the morning market and try to stock up. But how’s the shop doing these days?" he inquired. "Sold two more items," Miles O’Brien laughed. "Our shop is different from the others; we don’t open often, but when we do, we’re set for three years. Selling one item means a big profit, more than what others make in months. It’s already circulating in our circles that if you buy from our shop, you’ll only get genuine articles, though a bit pricier." "That’s exactly the effect I want. We absolutely refuse to allow fakes. Just watch, in the next few years business will be even better," Yusuf Zuck said with a smile. "You know, you really do have a business mind. But you’re the only one who dares to do this; others don’t have your courage!" she said. "Speaking of which, how’s the car? If it’s not comfortable, you could sell it and buy another; we can fit two in the garage. Just buy whatever you like. I’m a simple guy, can’t do the flowers and romance thing. Besides, the money in your card, you can spend it however you like," he said. "I know, you don’t have to remind me. And there’s another thing; if you have time during Spring Festival, could you come with me to Shijiazhuang? My sister and her fiancé will be back as well, and we can all get together," she said. Yusuf Zuck coughed twice. How did it come to discussing the New Year already? Sara wanted him to accompany her home as a pretend boyfriend for the Spring Festival, Ruth Wilcox would be coming back for it, and now Miles O’Brien wanted a New Year’s accompany to her place. He couldn’t split himself into three. "I’ll try to make some time; it shouldn’t be a problem," Yusuf Zuck could only grimace and agree. Of course, he also knew the real trouble was yet to come. "No need if it really doesn’t work out with your schedule," said Miles O’Brien with a smile. "There should be time, no worries," Yusuf Zuck shook his head. After breakfast, Miles O’Brien went to the shop, while Yusuf Zuck made a trip home, talked with the old man for a while, Sara had an interview with a film crew a while ago but wasn’t selected in the end, which saddened her for several days, and Felix Zuck reproached Yusuf for only fooling around outside and not caring for his sister, regarding how long it had been since he truly spent quality time with her. In front of Felix, Yusuf humbly accepted the criticism, indeed having neglected both Sara’s studies and personal life lately, and the little girl, aware of his busy schedule, rarely called him. "Tomorrow’s the weekend, drop everything else, and take Sara to the capital for a tour, she hasn’t even been to the Great Wall," Felix admonished. "Alright, I’ll do nothing else tomorrow, and will spend two days with my sister," Yusuf promised. "In a few days, I also need to return to my hometown to get a passport; that Xu kid wanted to sell the old house, but I stopped him. We’re not short on money now, the old house is our root, your mother’s spirit is there, if you sell it, even your mother wouldn’t be able to find you!" "Dad, I understand, we won’t sell," Yusuf nodded gravely in agreement. "Get out of here, go do what you have to," Felix waved his hand impatiently. "There are two bottles of hundred-year-aged liquor in my car, the wine has even turned syrupy. I got them from someone yesterday; I’ll go get them for you," Yusuf said as he grabbed the car keys and ran out. Upon hearing about the hundred-year-aged liquor, Felix’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he followed Yusuf out immediately. "Holy shit, Gujing Tribute, with actual clay sealing, it really is a hundred years old?" Seeing the two bottles of fine wine, Felix couldn’t contain his joy, grinning ear to ear - his lifelong passion was alcohol. "I’m off, and you should also try some foreign wines. If you find something you like, I’ll convert the basement into a wine cellar for you." "That’s a must-do, haha," Felix laughed heartily. Yusuf drove off, arriving at Everest Zuck’s house before nine in the morning, even though their meeting was scheduled for ten, as he wanted to make time to study and understand the Inner Strength Fist. Everest didn’t come out to meet him; it was only Faye Webb who escorted him to the gym. Everest’s villa gym had been converted into a training room that housed not exercise equipment, but a row of weapon racks, a wooden dummy, and not much else. "My particular lineage hails from The Ghost Valley lineage, the Diviner branch, and our Inner Strength Fist training technique is derived from the ancestral ’Canonical Text of the Yinfu Seven Arts,’" Faye began, sitting face to face with Yusuf. "Wait, wait, The Ghost Valley lineage, what does that mean? And what’s the Diviner?" Yusuf asked curiously. "The Ghost Valley lineage refers to our founding ancestor, the legendary the Ghost Valley, and the ancestral tablet we worship in our lineage is that of the Ghost Valley. As for what the Diviner is, it’s a branch within The Ghost Valley lineage." "The Ghost Valley lineage has had many branches and sects throughout history, and among them, the four most renowned families are: the statesmen’s Six Secret Teachings and Three Strategies, those good at diplomacy’s Vertical and Horizontal Art, the Yin-Yang family’s ancestral mantle, and the Diviners’ street smarts. Both my master and I are from the Diviner branch!" "Are the other three families present in today’s world?" Yusuf inquired further. "I’m not clear on that, perhaps they are. It’s possible that some high-flying official is from the statesmen branch, a certain ambassador abroad could be from the diplomatic branch, or an exorcist Taoist might belong to the Yin-Yang family." "Hmm, continue," Yusuf nodded. "The first three Chapters of the Canonical Text of the Yinfu Seven Arts discuss how to strengthen the will and nurture the spirit. The last four Chapters talk about how to utilize the inner spirit outwardly, how to manage external matters with the inner mind, within which the first three Chapters contain the method for cultivating Inner Strength. I’ll tell it to you now; you need to memorize it by rote first. After you’ve fully memorized it, come back to me, and I will explain each part step by step," Faye explained. "Alright, go ahead," Yusuf nodded. "In the nurturing of the spirit lies five vital breaths, the spirit governs them, the heart shelters them, and virtue magnifies them; the home of nurturing spirit, all return to the Tao..." Faye started speaking in classical Chinese, while Yusuf listened attentively.