Wei Lu Wei, his friends called him Frank, was a master of arts both Eastern and Western, he had become so accomplished in the practice of 'Satori through Zen Procrastination, the Art of Not Trying as the Road of Success' that the less effort he made, the more material success he enjoyed.
"Your enemies have all the resources inside them they need to destroy themselves, to defeat them, you must only remove their distractions," he would intone wisely through a mouthful of breakfast cereal playing videogames in the lotus position.
His friends sometimes found his pronouncements strange, nobody could doubt they worked.
Once, in a bar, Wei insulted an angry drunk by accident who suddenly towered before Wei, shaking with rage.
Wei didn't even tense up, he stayed seated where he was, merely spoke in the scalding tone of a contemptuous master to a disobedient slave, "Later, your girlfriend is going to kill you, behaving like that, you've got a real problem with aggression asshole."
The hulking brute left in confusion, arms waving wildly and words spewing randomly. Lucky to be healthy.
As all his friends knew, Wei could have killed him.
These days it went against his philosophy to be so crass.