In ancient times, there was a story. It was said that Confucius got a rare Baozhu, and there was a nine-bend hole on Baoshu. Confucius wants to put on the line to Baoshos, but there is no success at once. He thought that women may have a way, so I will ask a woman in a neighborhood. The woman wants him to think about it, saying to him 'Milli, thinking. Confucius thought and thought, finally understood the meaning of the woman, looking back, catching an ant, taking a thin silk on the waist of ants, putting the ants into the Baozhu air, smearing honey on another, ant. Sure enough, the ants climbed from the beads from the beads to another, and the line was smooth.
Excerpt - "Business"
