A series of data reports scared Smith and others into a cold sweat.
I am even more grateful to Zhou Huayang.
"I'm on a plane to Connecticut now."
Harry took the matter seriously and explained on the phone that he wanted to thank Zhou Huayang in person.
"Zhou, do you think this... is convenient?"
Smith hung up the phone and informed Harry that he would come to Connecticut.
"It's okay, I'm free today."
Towards evening, Harry came to Smith's villa in a dusty state.
This is an old bald white man with a small beard, wearing a pair of reading glasses, a straight suit, and a female assistant carrying a package behind him.
After all, they were old classmates, and the incident was discovered in time, so Smith's attitude was quite friendly.
After the two shook hands, Smith couldn't help complaining, "You almost hurt me this time."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh, I almost suffered a disaster too. No wonder I've been so sleepy during this time and my whole body aches."
Harry looked a little pale.
They were very lucky. Most of the handicrafts were tightly packed, so they were not attacked by black insects on a large scale.
“Where are the rest of your tribal artifacts?
Zhou is very interested in those black bugs, they should have no value to you anymore."
Smith asked.
"Oh, you told me earlier... After the inspection report came out, I gave all the remaining items to the research institute. This black insect is suspected to be a new species, and they are very interested in it and want to study it.
"So I don't have any left on hand. I'll ask again in the next two days to see if I can get it back."
Harry responded with twinkling eyes.
"Oh...then ask as soon as possible."
Smith was a little helpless.
Zhou Huayang walked downstairs slowly.
Alice put her hands on her hips and glared at Harry angrily.
"Smith, is this the Chinese man who saved our lives, Mr. Zhou?"
Harry was extremely enthusiastic and took the initiative to shake hands and hug.
The smell of tobacco is very strong.
Zhou Huayang stared at Harry's chest for a while, then looked away.
Harry signaled his assistant to take out the package, "I will never forget the life-saving grace. I have collected a lot of art, including antiques from China."
The assistant opened the package, and inside was a simple jade statue of Guanyin with a long history.
"It is said that this antique is from the Ming Dynasty. I once spent half a million dollars to buy it from an auction. The current market price has increased three or four times, and it will increase in the future."
Harry emphasized, fearing that Zhou Huayang would not see its value.
He himself would actually prefer to pay him a check of several million yuan directly, but this seems too vulgar.
"Thank you."
Zhou Huayang replied calmly.
A trace of displeasure flashed across Harry's face, something worth millions of dollars, this is the reaction?
"For the sake of the gift, I can give you a piece of advice."
Zhou Huayang pondered for two seconds.
He had no friendship with Harry, and his first impression of Harry was not good. The philistineness and cunning that this man tried so hard to hide could not escape Zhou Huayang's eyes.
He also despised the behavior of buying and selling by force and snatching tribal handicrafts.
"advice?"
Harry was stunned, and his eyes became more and more displeased. This Chinese man was so arrogant. His millions of gifts could only be exchanged for a piece of advice?
"Yes, that's a stone pendant you're wearing around your neck. It's best to throw it away."
Zhou Huayang responded calmly.
Bina and Smith both looked surprised. Harry was wearing a suit with his buttons buttoned up. He couldn't see anything under his clothes, let alone any pendant.
"Is that what you're talking about?"
Harry reached into his clothes and took out the red rope pendant. An oval-shaped jet black stone swayed.
The stone is rough, not beautiful, and does not match Harry's designer clothes, but otherwise there is nothing special about it.
"Are you kidding? This is a third-anniversary gift from my lover. It comes from a lucky stone blessed by the great priest of the Yaken tribe!"
Harry's smile disappeared.
He didn't notice at all why Zhou Huayang knew he was wearing a stone pendant. After all, this was the first time they met.
"Lucky stone?"
Smith and Bina looked deeply at the stone.
"Is it possible that there are some bugs hidden inside and Zhou smelled them?"
Bina asked subconsciously.
But how to explain that Zhou Huayang knew that it was a stone before he saw it.
"Can he really see through things?"
Bina secretly guessed, her cheeks slightly red.
"Zhou, is there something hidden in the stone?"
Smith thinks similarly.
“Look, this stone doesn’t even have holes, so there’s nothing hidden there!
Harry showed it off, a little angry, "Mr. Zhou, please explain clearly! Otherwise I will regard you as an offense to my wife."
Zhou Huayang shook his head, stood up straight, and waved his hand, "Then treat me as an offender and take back the gift."
They met by chance, and for the sake of giving gifts to Smith and his superiors, he only gave one more reminder.
If the other party asks sincerely, your attitude will be better.
Zhou Huayang could still use his brains to tell the stone as reasonably as possible that there was a curse on it, which would slowly absorb the owner's vitality and lifespan.
To put it bluntly, if you wear it for a long time, your life span will be shortened, and when you die, there will be no abnormality. Outsiders will only think that your life span is over and you will die naturally.
Now... Zhou Huayang is naturally too lazy to say more. What does it have to do with him whether Harry dies or not?
He meets a lot of strangers every day, how can he solve their problems one by one?
"Zhou, wait for me, you said you wanted to teach me Chinese Kung Fu!"
"Hmph~"
Alice glanced at the stone, then followed Fatty and the others to the backyard.
Bina picked up the coffee and watched Harry put the stone back into his arms.
"Humph, that's really rude. Chinese people like to pretend to be gods and are superstitious! This is why I don't like to deal with Chinese people."
Harry was furious.
"Actually..." Smith shook his head, "Although I don't know the mystery of this stone, since Zhou said so, I believe him.
"He is a very special and capable person, and he never makes a big mistake."
"He could see that there were bugs in the tribal handicrafts, and I was very grateful to him, but he said there was something wrong with the gift from my lover without any basis. I can't bear it!
"Smith, you're still speaking for him! I misjudged you. I even made an appointment with Lear for dinner and left first!"
Harry stood up angrily and walked out.
The female assistant quickly put the Guanyin statue into the package and left immediately.
"Alas~" Smith sighed.
"Smith, your old classmate has a very bad temper. I don't think he is a friend worth keeping with."
Bina snorted casually and hugged her chest.
"When Zhou Cai said something, he interrupted with a bad attitude. If it were me, I wouldn't bother to care about his life or death!
"Smith, ask Zhou later, what's the mystery of that stone?"
Bina changed the subject, she was very curious.
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On the other side, in the evening, Harry and Leal met at the hotel.
Harry angrily talked about what he had experienced today, emphatically blaming the Chinese in the Smith family for being rude and arrogant.
Leal's smile gradually disappeared and became a little more solemn, moving slightly away from Harry.