Chapter 39: Using Force to Counterattack

After entering the restaurant, the guests and hosts were already seated.

I bowed to Mr. Yu and said, "I'm sorry, there's a fortune teller here. He came from far away, so he can't accompany you..."

Mr. Yu looked at me and smiled generously: "I understand, I understand."

Looking at the table again, there was not a single meat dish.

Mr. Yu has also been a vegetarian recently?

There were neither meat dishes nor wine, so the table was less lively.

The master's wife introduced how to make this dish and how to make that dish, and Mr. Yu kept saying, "Delicious, delicious, really good, I'll make it myself."

There was only a plate of chili sauce in front of the master. I knew he didn't like vegetarian food, and it would be impolite to keep sharing his chili sauce. There were a thousand bugs gnawing at me, but I had to pretend that vegetarian food was delicious.

I peeked at the secretary a few times and saw that he was eating with gusto.

I knew he was pretending.

But he pretended without any flaws.

I thought to myself that being a secretary is too hard and I have to put myself in a difficult position a lot of the time.

The rule at Master's house is that I can't get up until the guests do. But when I meet Ms. Yu, who eats slowly and meticulously, time seems to freeze. She's still talking from one bite to the next, and my god, I've already finished my whole bowl.

The master usually eats fast, but now he looks relaxed and at ease, chatting with Mr. Yu for a few words while chewing the hot sauce made from wheat again and again. I guess he can even chew out the sour taste of the wheat.

Finally, Mr. Yu finished his meal. I hurried to the study to change the teacups, refill the water, clear the fruit plate, and replace it with new fruit. I also removed the incense and replaced it with new ones.

At this time, Master came in with General Yu, but the secretary did not come in. I was about to leave when Master motioned me to sit down.

Ms. Yu ate a piece of watermelon, and I quickly handed her a tissue. She wiped her mouth and said with a melancholy tone:

"I don't know what happened. I don't blame Lao Lan, he did a good job. But I have a bad temper and I get angry and throw things at the slightest provocation. Master, how can I improve my self-cultivation? What books should I read, what mantras should I recite?"

The master slowly soothed him, "Don't worry. This is perfectly normal. Humans are primarily made of matter, not spirit. Your symptoms are conditioned reactions to matter and are unavoidable. For example, when you're in pain, you cry out; when you're hungry, you eat.

You have a fiery constitution, easily irritable, and have a bad temper... These have nothing to do with self-cultivation. No matter how good your self-cultivation is, once the conditioned reflex kicks in, it's like sneezing, you have to sneeze."

Mr. Yu's frown lifted. "Master, now that you've said that, I feel much more at ease. Secondly, the situation I told you about last time is getting worse. Every evening, my vision becomes blurry, and I always mistake one thing for another..."

The master was confident: "Don't worry about that. My prescription will cure you within a week. But the combination of these herbs is very particular, and one or two of them I found myself in the mountains. So the prescription is useless. I have already prepared the medicine for you. Boil it in water over high heat, twice a day."

After that, he asked me to get the medicine from the box under the bookcase.

Isn't this the prescription I got from Su Xipo last time? I got the medicine back.

I was delighted. It seemed Master hadn't hidden anything from me; he was teaching me how to use the opponent's force to counter the opponent's. I was also impressed by his reasoning; it made perfect sense. I figured he wouldn't dare add any other herbs. The so-called herbal pilgrimage in the mountains was simply a way to bring tears to one's eyes.

Mr. Yu was filled with gratitude and couldn't help but say, "With Master here, I feel more confident in life. Whether I'm physically ill or feeling unwell, hearing your voice will instantly make me feel better."

The master asked Mr. Yu to stretch out his hand, felt his pulse, and smiled calmly: "As for the constant insomnia, this is called deficiency and restlessness. I have a prescription for it."

He then took out a pen and wrote down two ingredients on a piece of paper: 10 grams of stir-fried gardenia flowers and 5 grams of fermented black beans. He then instructed, "Drink this tea every day and I guarantee you won't suffer from insomnia. Just be sure to use pure fermented black beans, without any salt."

Mr. Yu bowed with both hands, his face full of joy: "You are truly responsive to every request. No matter what comes to you, it is no problem. Knowing you is my great blessing."

The master stroked his beard and raised his eyebrows. "To know each other among millions of people is called fate. We are destined to be together, so there is no need to be polite."

Mr. Yu dialed his cell phone, and his secretary came in. She said softly, "Put the medicine in the car." After unloading the things, she smiled at me and said, "Xiao Wan, please help me."

The secretary took me to the back of the car, opened the tailgate, and saw the contents were packed tightly together: fruit, cigarettes, bacon, fresh fish, Thai rice...

After the move, the secretary closed the hood of the car, went to the back seat and picked up a paper bag, which he handed to Mr. Yu in the study. Mr. Yu put it on the table.

Mr. Yu said cheerfully, "Master, the New Year is coming soon, so I'll come and wish you a happy New Year."

After saying that, he pushed the paper bag on the table towards his master.

The master's face darkened slightly. "You are always so polite. Can you come empty-handed? I will feel more at ease if you come empty-handed."

President Yu raised an eyebrow and said, "Master, to be honest, how can I possibly spend all the money the company earns in this lifetime? My parents gave me life, my teachers taught me... I want to repay them all. And besides, Master, I am the teacher among my teachers."

This didn't sound harsh at all, but rather touching.

The master then turned around and smiled: "You are truly a heroine. Your business will grow bigger and bigger."

Mr. Yu stood up and clasped his hands together: "I am half-believing and half-doubting what others say, but I believe even the punctuation marks of what the master says." Then he stepped back and said goodbye.

After seeing Mr. Yu off, I returned to the study. Master looked at me with a frown, "What else did she give me?"

I counted them on my fingers.

The master whispered, "Take some of the cured meats back. Take half of the fruit as well."

He muttered again, and I closed the study door. He pulled a stack of bills from a paper bag and said, "New Year's Eve is coming soon. Take this and use it."

I waved my hands around, "Master, I won't accept this. I'll take some of the things back."

The master's face darkened. "My money is not hot, take it. If it fell from the sky, don't bend over."

After thanking the master, I took the money and told him about the fortune-telling I had just done for someone and how I was going to help Lao Xiao's relatives mediate a conflict.

The master looked at me and smiled: "You are becoming more and more like my disciple."