After dinner, Yang Wenbin was about to take He Xuewen to visit Mr. Yun's house, but Mr. Yang called them back. He went to his study to hand-write a letter and gave it to Yang Wenbin, saying:
"This Old Yun is particularly eccentric, and in recent years he seems to have been unwilling to meet anyone. If you visit him so rashly, I'm afraid you won't be able to see him in person. I've had a few encounters with this old fellow, so take this letter from me with you. If Luo Datou does not let you in, show him this letter, I reckon Old Yun will still give me some face."
"Father, when did you ever have dealings with Mr. Yun? I've never heard you mention it before?" Yang Wenbin asked in surprise.
Mr. Yang cunningly smiled, "How have I taught you boys since you were young? In life and in doing things, always keep a third in reserve, maintain a bit of mystery. Otherwise, how can you get by? Hmph, you haven't learned the essence of your old man at all."
