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Chapter 137 [The Encounter in the Snow Mountain] (7500)

Chapter 132 [The Encounter in the Snow Mountain] (7500)

Jinding Mountain is the official name on the map, but the locals call it Naitouzi Mountain, which is less respectable.

It was almost evening when Chen Yan drove out of the mountains.

While driving and looking at the sun, Chen Yan... got lost.

This is quite a strange thing. Chen Yan actually followed the map when he came, but with Gu Qingyi pointing the way, he deviated from the map's route several times.

On the way back...

Chen Yan sighed as he looked at the empty passenger seat.

He followed the map's directions twice but took the wrong path each time, repeatedly receiving the message: "You have deviated from the course and we are replanning your route..."

"Screw the rules!" Chen Yan cursed. "That damn Baidu company will go bankrupt sooner or later!"

Fortunately, he could still figure out the direction, so Chen Yan simply turned off the map and drove according to the direction... Surely he could drive out of this mountainous area?

As darkness fell, Chen Yan finally encountered a truck with local license plates.

"Big Brother!" Chen Yan parked the car on the side of the road, waved vigorously, and shouted loudly with the most polite smile.

They probably noticed that Chen Yan's car was an expensive G-Class—people who drive such cars are unlikely to be highway robbers.

Otherwise, in such mountainous terrain, if someone flags down a car on the roadside, most drivers would simply accelerate and drive away without stopping.

The truck stopped, but didn't turn off the engine. The driver rolled down the window a tiny bit and asked in a gruff voice, "What's going on?!"

"Brother, I'm lost. Could you give me directions?"

As Chen Yan spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which he then held up and handed over.

The driver glanced at Chen Yan twice. He saw that the young man was fair-skinned and dressed neatly and upright, like a student from the city. He figured he wasn't the kind of desperate robber. He felt relieved.

The driver, refusing Chen Yan's cigarette, shouted, "You've taken the wrong road! This road leads into the mountains. You need to turn around, and then..."

The next conversation was spoken quickly and urgently, and Chen Yan didn't really understand it.

He was getting a little anxious—his G-Wagon was fun to drive, but it was a gas guzzler, consuming far too much fuel.

I just checked the fuel gauge, and there's not much left. If I can't find my way or take the wrong turn again, I might end up stranded halfway there.

"Are there any gas stations nearby?" Chen Yan asked the most crucial question.

"That's quite far," the driver shook his head, but then added, "There are resorts in the mountains with complete hotel facilities, where you can refuel."

Chen Yan's eyes lit up... That works too!
"Then follow me. This truck delivers goods to the resort." The driver waved to Chen Yan, "Follow me, it'll only take about ten minutes to get there."

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Chen Yan drove his G-Wagon and followed the truck all the way into the mountains. After going around several roads, he actually ended up on a main road.

Seeing that the road was much wider, Chen Yan felt more at ease.

It turned out that he had driven into the mountains and gone further and further astray because he was taking Gu Qingyi there.

After driving onto the main road, I saw a sign with the resort's logo: XX Resort, X kilometers ahead.

This kind of.

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This resort in the mountains is not small, and it's also a ski resort.

After driving along the main road for more than ten minutes, we arrived at the entrance of the resort.

A huge two-story sign stood on a metal frame beside the road, its gate wide and imposing.

The truck stopped by the roadside, the driver rolled down the window, waved to Chen Yan, and then pointed to a main building inside: "Drive over there, that's the resort hotel building!"

Chen Yan smiled, lowered the window, and tossed the pack of cigarettes over, letting it slip through the crack in the truck window.

"Thank you, Brother Ao!"

After saying that, Chen Yan stepped on the gas and sped away.

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The resort's main building is about seven or eight stories high. It's not tall, but it's very wide and occupies a large area.

Chen Yan drove his car to the hotel lobby entrance, where resort staff wearing cotton coats came out and directed him to park in the parking lot.

As Chen Yan got out of the car and walked into the lobby, he was immediately greeted by a warm atmosphere.

Good, the heating is very strong.

In early March, Heijiang Prefecture was still quite cold, and it's said that it will snow again in the next couple of days.

Chen Yan stood in the hotel lobby and could still see tourists wearing ski suits walking by, carrying skis in their hands.

Chen Yan thought for a moment. Since he was already here and it was getting dark, he didn't plan to leave tonight, so he simply headed to the front desk.

They booked a room, which wasn't cheap, but with Chen Yan's current financial resources, he didn't care about that.

The receptionist gave a very enthusiastic introduction. Seeing that Chen Yan hadn't even taken any luggage and was empty-handed, and didn't have any ski equipment, the receptionist still enthusiastically made some recommendations.

There's a direct route to the ski resort behind the hotel. It's affiliated with the hotel and offers ski equipment for sale or rental, as well as professional ski instructors…

Chen Yan angrily said that he knew, then opened the room, took the key, and went upstairs to his room.

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After leaving the capital, they drove all the way to Heijiang Prefecture to escort Gu Qingyi back to the border. They didn't rest much along the way, and Chen Yan was already recovering from an illness, so he was indeed exhausted after driving for two days.

After finding my room, I went inside and looked around.

It's quite large and relatively clean and tidy, with facilities that are basically configured to the standards of a star-rated hotel.

The room was heated, so it wasn't cold at all; in fact, it felt a bit dry.

Chen Yan entered the room, changed his shoes, locked the door, and threw himself onto the bed.

She tossed and turned, took off her coat, pulled the blanket over herself, curled up into a ball, and fell fast asleep within two minutes.

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When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

Chen Yan sat up in bed and habitually called out, "Gu Xiao..."

The words had barely left her mouth when she suddenly realized that Gu Qingyi was no longer beside her.

He paused for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Sitting on the bed looking around the room, I felt a sense of quietness and a slight feeling of loss suddenly welled up inside me.

Having had a good night's sleep, Chen Yan felt refreshed. After taking a deep breath, he jumped out of bed.

He went into the bathroom and took a thorough and enjoyable shower. He had been living with Gu Qingyi for the past few days, and when he was sick, he didn't take a shower. But after he recovered, because Gu Qingyi was living in the room, Chen Yan always took a hurried shower, which made him feel very awkward.

At this moment, they gave it a good rub.

After coming out of the bathroom, Chen Yan took out a set of clean clothes from his alchemy furnace and changed into them. He wiped his still damp hair, too lazy to dry it.

Anyway, we'll be staying indoors.

After rubbing his rumbling stomach, Chen Yan went out.

I asked when I checked in yesterday, and they said breakfast was on the second floor of the hotel.

Upon arriving on the second floor, we found a buffet restaurant—there's really not much to say about hotel buffets; they're pretty much the same everywhere.

After Chen Yan went inside, he swiped his room card, found a seat by the window, and took a plate to get himself some food.

As I walked down from the food counter, the food was just so-so, the kind of exquisitely presented buffet you'd find in a five-star hotel.

What interested Chen Yan, however, was that there was also a large pot of steaming hot corn porridge.

This stuff isn't available in the South, so Chen Yan happily made a big bowl of it, then grabbed a few large fried dough sticks and two fried eggs.

Corn porridge is rough on the outside and can even be a bit harsh on the throat if you savor it carefully, but... it's delicious!

Chen Yan ate three bowls in one go, along with a large fried dough stick and two fried eggs, before comfortably leaning back in his chair to catch his breath.

The seat was right by the window, and from the floor-to-ceiling window next to it, you could see the direction of the mountains and forests outside...

The wide slope carved out on the hillside must be the ski resort.

When he arrived last night, the sky was already overcast. When he woke up this morning, it was still dark outside, so Chen Yan didn't look out much. Now, sitting by the window, he watched as snowflakes began to fall outside.

This snow is quite heavy.

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow, picked up his phone to check the weather forecast, and then made a judgment.

I'm probably not going to be able to leave today.

The weather forecast says there will be heavy snow today, and it will also snow tomorrow and the day after.

Judging from the amount of snow falling outside right now, the roads will be piled with snow this morning, making driving very difficult.

There will be a delay while the authorities clean the roads.

Since I don't have anything urgent to rush back to, staying here for a couple more days won't hurt.

With a relaxed mind, Chen Yan took out his phone and took a few photos of the snow scene outside the window.

He opened WeChat and sent the message to Lu Sisi.

After thinking for a moment, his finger hovered over the name "Gu Qingyi". Even though he knew that the other person had gone to another world and would definitely not be able to see it, he still sent it to her as if possessed.

After sending the photos, Chen Yan left the restaurant and went to the front desk in the lobby on the first floor to extend his stay in the room for another three days.

Since I'm going to stay here, I need to find something to do—I can't just stay in my room playing on my phone, can I?

He had been sick in the capital and had been cooped up in his hotel room for several days. He really didn't want to go through that again. Besides, Gu Qingyi had been there to comfort him in his illness, so he couldn't bear to be left alone in his room for a few more days.

After asking the front desk for directions, I went to the hotel concierge, found a staff member, filled up my car at the hotel's own gas station, and then parked it in the hotel's underground parking lot.

Back in the hotel, Chen Yan felt like he was freezing.

As a southerner, the so-called thick clothes he brought were simply not enough to keep out the cold in this place.

Oh, by the way, in many movies and TV shows, when talking about the harsh and cold northern regions, isn't there a place called Ningguta?
Exile to Ningguta at the drop of a hat was a severe punishment for disgraced officials, forcing them to endure such cruel hardship...

The place where Chen Yan is right now is even further north than Ningguta!
The ski resort's equipment store sells ski clothes, which are thick enough, so Chen Yan simply went over and bought a ski suit, along with a pair of boots.

However, he genuinely had no interest in skiing; he simply didn't like it. He politely declined the shop assistant's enthusiastic sales pitch for ski equipment.

I did find out about a coffee shop that's a great place for skiers to relax, and you can enjoy the snow view from there.

Chen Yan went to find him.

This coffee shop, well...

The decor has a distinctly old Russian feel.

It had a tall, bulky feel to it, and even the counter was made of solid wood.

When Chen Yan walked in, there weren't many people. He chose a seat away from the door but near the window.

Chen Yan ordered a coffee recommended by the waiter, which was supposedly Russian-style. He also picked up two skiing magazines and sat down to flip through them haphazardly.

A short while later, the coffee was served. Chen Yan took a sip and then grinned.

Good guy...

So-called Russian-style coffee is just coffee with a little vodka added, right?
Yes, that makes sense.

Coffee mixed with whiskey is Irish coffee.

In China, Luckin Coffee is like adding Moutai to coffee.

Russian coffee is basically just coffee mixed with vodka, isn't it?

After taking a couple of sips, Chen Yan decided to give up—he wasn't a big drinker to begin with, and most young people these days don't really like things like cigarettes and alcohol anymore.

Although there was very little vodka in his coffee, he didn't like the taste.

I ordered another hot chocolate, took out my phone, and took a few photos of the cafe's decor, picking out a few distinctive spots.

At this moment, Lu Sisi sent a message on WeChat.

"Where are you?"

The message was in response to the snow scene photos Chen Yan posted that morning.

Before Chen Yan escorted Gu Qingyi back to Jinling, he spoke with Lu Sisi about it.

However, he didn't tell Lu Sisi about his illness in the capital, afraid that she would worry.

Chen Yan replied with a smile, telling Lu Sisi that he got lost after leaving the mountains, then stayed at a ski resort, and then encountered heavy snow...

"...In short, I'll be staying here for a few days, but since I don't have anything else to do, I'll just take it as a rest."

After sending that message, Chen Yan thought for a moment and added, "It's a pity, the snow scenery here is really beautiful. If you were here, you would definitely love it."

Lu Sisi replied with a happy emoji and added, "Then let's go together again next time."

Chen Yan immediately replied, "Okay."

"I'm going to class now. Be careful out there!"

After Chen Yan replied with an emoji, he had just put down his phone when he saw a customer sitting down at the next table.

A Russian girl.

He was tall and imposing, with a pair of long, straight legs that were very eye-catching. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was also very beautiful. After sitting down, he took off his down jacket, revealing a snow-white cashmere sweater underneath, the kind that fit snugly and accentuated his curvaceous figure in a very alluring way.

This girl is at least an 80 out of 100 in looks, her amazing figure adds another 5 points, and her exotic charm adds an extra 5 points.

Hmm, I'd give it a 90.

Chen Yan glanced at it and then looked away.

Mao Mei also looked at Chen Yan, and seeing that Chen Yan was fair-skinned and tall, she smiled and nodded.

Chen Yan was taken aback, then responded with a smile.

The coffee in front of that Russian girl was clearly the kind the barista recommended...

After taking a sip, her eyes lit up, and she finished the whole glass in just a few gulps.

Chen Yan watched with curiosity, but when the other person noticed his gaze and looked back, Chen Yan immediately looked away.

Well, when we're out and about, we have to be mindful of our manners, right? — Chen Yan lowered his head and continued flipping through the two magazines.

Skiing magazines weren't very interesting. Chen Yan wasn't really interested in the sport to begin with, and after flipping through the two magazines, he found them boring.
Just as Chen Yan finished turning the last page of the magazine, his ears twitched and he looked up.

The Russian girl was already standing in front of me.

Yes, when Chen Yan glanced over, he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

Those long legs, that waist-to-hip ratio, those breasts...

But I couldn't help but think: Everyone says that Russian girls have a short blooming period, but Russian girls at their peak are really stunning!
Yes, it's a pity that many Russian women transform into the kind of tough middle-aged women who can lift tree stumps once they reach middle age.

"May I sit down?"

The Russian girl asked in slightly broken Mandarin.

Chen Yan wasn't surprised that the other person could speak the Long language—this was Heijiang Prefecture, a border prefecture of the Long Kingdom, adjacent to Mao Kingdom, with a lot of cultural and commercial exchanges between the two sides, and quite a few Mao people could speak the Long language.

Furthermore, here's a little-known fact: among the 56 ethnic groups in China, there is also the Mao ethnic group.

Some people look like they belong to the Mao ethnic group, but they are actually from the Dragon Kingdom. Their ancestors have lived in the Dragon Kingdom for generations and they speak the Dragon Kingdom language. Apart from having the appearance of a Mao ethnic group, they are actually from the Dragon Kingdom.

"...Please sit down." Chen Yan nodded politely.

The Mao girl sat down opposite Chen Yan. Her eyes were the typical grayish-brown color of the Mao ethnic group, and she looked at Chen Yan with interest.

"You looked at me several times just now, and I kept thinking you were going to come over and chat me up, but I waited for a long time and you didn't make a move." The Russian girl's opening remarks surprised Chen Yan a bit—are all Russian girls this warm and outgoing?

However, this made Chen Yan a little awkward to respond to—he was not the type of playboy who would flirt with other women.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yan simply stopped hiding his feelings and answered frankly, "You are very beautiful, so I was indeed attracted to you just now."

"Then why didn't you come over and talk to me?" The Russian girl's eyes were filled with laughter.

“Being attracted doesn’t necessarily mean you have to approach her,” Chen Yan shook his head. “What about you? You are now…”

"Traveling is boring, so I wanted to talk to you to kill some time." The Russian girl's words seemed quite frank.

She paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you a local?"

“No, I’m from the South.” Chen Yan asked, “And you? Are you from Mao? Or from China?”

"I'm from Mao. I'm here for tourism." The Mao girl smiled and said, "By the way, you're very good-looking too."

“…Thank you.” Chen Yan was a little embarrassed, but then he remembered a topic and asked, “There’s something I’m curious about. Can I ask you… Is the coffee here, the one with vodka, really a Maoist specialty? Do you have this kind of coffee in Maoist countries?”

“No, no, no, that’s not a Maoist characteristic.” The Mao girl shook her head: “That’s a characteristic of alcoholics. Not everyone in Mao is an alcoholic.”

"Uh, you seem to be having a lot of fun."

"Because I'm an alcoholic," the Russian girl laughed.

As she spoke, the Russian woman deliberately looked at Chen Yan with a very peculiar gaze: "So, handsome Mr. Dragon, would you be interested in buying a drink for a drunkard?"

Chen Yan looked at the Russian girl speechlessly.

Hmm, I'm sure of it. I've been flirted with?
To be honest, I felt a little bit pleased.

It's not that I've never been flirted with by women.

Chu Keqing once openly pounced on him... but there was a special reason for that.

Chu Keqing admired her own identity as a cultivator, her persona as a reclusive master, and the image of extraordinary supernatural powers that she had repeatedly projected...

Is this Russian girl simply relying on her looks?
Holy crap, so this guy's actually pretty good-looking too!

After glancing at the time on his phone, Chen Yan sighed: "I believe you're an alcoholic... What ordinary person drinks at 10 a.m.?"

"How about it? Buy me a drink?" The Russian girl smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth.

Chen Yan examined the Russian woman—she didn't seem to be a woman in some kind of illicit profession trying to seduce customers.

Although she speaks boldly, it's just that kind of fiery boldness and cheerfulness—she doesn't have any airs of vulgarity about her.

and……

Chen Yan's gaze fell on the Russian woman's wrist, where she wore a Cartier ladies' watch.

Someone who can afford to wear such jewelry is probably not a woman of the night.

Even if they were, they would be the kind of high-class establishments that wouldn't actively solicit customers in a coffee shop.

Chen Yan thought for a moment and called over a waiter: "Bring this lady a glass of your strongest vodka."

Then he took out his phone and asked the waiter to scan the code.

After the waiter scanned the code, Chen Yan tidied up his belongings and stood up.

"Please enjoy this drink; I won't keep you company."

Mao Mei looked at Chen Yan with a puzzled expression: "You don't..."

"You asked me to treat you to drinks, and I did," Chen Yan said with a smile. "Excuse me."

After saying that, he walked away very directly.

As Mao Mei watched Chen Yan's retreating figure, her eyes and mouth formed an "O" shape.

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Chen Yan wasn't pretending to be serious.

But Russian women are creatures that can be admired from a distance—and it's best to only admire them from a distance.

I've heard that due to racial differences, most Russian women have body odor, coarser hair, and less delicate skin.

The photos of Russian girls you see online are all heavily edited; they've probably been photoshopped countless times.

A true Russian woman, while not necessarily having "a slap-wide chest hair," but...

In any case, Chen Yan politely declined.

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Chen Yan returned to his room, lay down on the bed, took out his phone to scroll through short videos for a while, and then opened an app to find a novel for himself.

If you don't like skiing, there's not much fun to be had in this place.

Chen Yan doesn't like skiing, for a simple reason: he simply believes that perfectly normal people don't need to risk getting cold in the snow.

Even when he travels, he prefers to find comfortable activities and doesn't like anything that's self-torturing or pushing his limits.

It's purely a personal preference, and I don't impose it on others.

Chen Yan has always believed that, as long as it does not violate morality and the law, everyone has the right to live the lifestyle they like—anyone who criticizes them is an idiot, a complete idiot.

I read books in my room in the morning, and had an authentic meal of food from the three northeastern states at the restaurant at noon.

Chen Yan ate a dish of stewed chicken with hazelnuts and mushrooms and praised it highly. He recalled the truck he had encountered the day before and realized that it must have been the one delivering mountain products to the hotel.

In the afternoon, I went back to my room to meditate and circulate my vital energy several times.

That night, Chen Yan began to regret his decision... Staying at this resort was nice, but it was also incredibly boring.

Flipping through the hotel brochure, Chen Yan saw a bar and went out again.

The bar is on the first floor of the hotel, and there are performances in the evening, I heard it's a folk art form called "Errenzhuan".

When Chen Yan walked in, the show hadn't started yet. After finding a seat and ordering a beer, he saw the Russian girl he had met that morning sitting at a table not far from him, about five or six meters away.

The other person clearly saw Chen Yan and raised their glass to acknowledge him.

Chen Yan raised the bottle in the air, as if to say hello to the Russian girl.

This woman is dressed rather provocatively for the evening; she's wearing a skirt in this cold weather!
Okay, even if there's heating indoors here, who would go out on vacation in this kind of weather wearing a skirt?

However… Chen Yan’s gaze shifted, glancing at the smooth legs beneath the Russian girl’s skirt.

Okay, maybe not all Russian women have a lot of body hair?
Chen Yan left just a few minutes after the performance began.

He was disappointed that there was no Errenzhuan performance that evening, but instead a band that was supposedly from Mao.

What's the point of this?
To listen to this kind of music, you can just open any app and listen to your fill.

Since we're here, watching a live performance of Errenzhuan (a traditional Chinese folk art form) would be much more interesting.

Chen Yan left the bar and prepared to go back to his room.

As soon as I stepped into the elevator, before the doors even closed, I saw a hand reach out, and the slowly closing elevator doors reopened under the sensor's detection.

The Russian girl walked in from outside, saw Chen Yan, and smiled curiously.

"You went back to your room too?"

"Mm." Chen Yan nodded.

"why?"

"I wanted to see a two-person comedy show, but there aren't any tonight," Chen Yan said honestly.

"You're very interesting." The Russian girl nodded to Chen Yan.

What's interesting about it?
Chen Yan thought to himself, "The fact that I'm not pursuing you means I'm interested?"
However, when the elevator stopped on the sixth floor, Chen Yan stepped out and found that Mao Mei had followed him—only then did he realize that Mao Mei hadn't pressed a floor button after entering the elevator.

Chen Yan stepped out of the elevator and stopped in the corridor, turning to scrutinize the Russian woman.

The Russian girl was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized what she meant and pulled out a room key, flashing it at her: "You haven't misunderstood anything, have you? I just happen to be staying on this floor too."

Chen Yan nodded, but didn't move. Instead, he turned to the side and let the Russian girl walk in front of him.

A moment later, Chen Yan felt a little strange as he watched the Russian girl open a door diagonally opposite his room.

The Russian woman looked at Chen Yan's room and smiled, "It seems like a coincidence. An interesting Chinese man."

"Okay, goodnight." Chen Yan nodded, opened the door, went inside, and closed the door.

I had a strange feeling about it.

He's not a narcissistic person... nor is he handsome enough to make a foreign beauty take the initiative to flirt with him.

With a hint of doubt in his mind, Chen Yan had just gone into the bathroom to wash his face when the doorbell rang.

Chen Yan walked to the door, glanced through the peephole, then frowned and opened the door.

The door was only slightly ajar, and Chen Yan was standing in the crack.

Outside the door, the Russian girl, wearing a revealing and sexy dress that showed off her shoulders and long legs, smiled at Chen Yan and asked, "Would you like me to come in and sit down?"

Chen Yan's eyes were calm. "I'm sorry, it's not convenient."

The Russian woman looked quite composed: "You're probably alone, right? You're in a coffee shop in the morning and a bar at night. You're always alone, so what's inconvenient about it?"

“…I need to rest.” Chen Yan shook his head.

The Russian girl showed no sign of being rejected; instead, her smile grew even brighter: "Am I not pretty enough?"

"Sorry, I have a shrewish wife. Thank you for the invitation." Chen Yan closed the door.

Outside the door, the Russian girl stood in the corridor, looking at the closed door, but smiled gently and turned to leave.

Chen Yan felt increasingly puzzled.

As the old saying goes, "Unsolicited kindness is nothing but a pretext for something else!" Pshaw! It's either a lie or a theft!

Could it be a honey trap set up by seduction?

Or should I go abroad to work and eat kidneys?

Never mind, just ignore it.

Chen Yan shook his head.

That night, he read a novel in bed for a while, and then, seeing that it was almost midnight, he turned off the lights and went to sleep.

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In the middle of the night, Chen Yan, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness!
Although it was a very faint sound, it was impossible for Chen Yan, a cultivator, to escape his ears—even while he was fast asleep.

He could hear it clearly: in the darkness, the lock on his door was turning little by little...

Someone is secretly opening his door!

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(End of this chapter)