"I have seen Bruce Lee's movies. His martial arts are indeed great." Kent answered on behalf of his girlfriend Nancy.
But he stared at Hou Yiying closely and asked: "But this morning in the company, I saw Miss Hou who was with Mr. Xiong. I had a big doubt at that time, and I still can't figure it out."
"What doubts do you have? Why don't you tell me?"
Hou Yiying asked Kent in response.
She understood that no matter what problems Kent raised, he could only deal with them calmly and not avoid them.
"With all due respect," Kent asked directly, "why is there no similarity between the Miss Hou I see now and the you I saw in the Middle East?"
Xiong Jiandong had been worried about Kent's doubts before. At this time, he became even more nervous, realizing that Hou Yiying would be unable to justify himself.
"No wonder you can't figure it out," Hou Yiying not only showed no sign of fear, but actually burst into laughter.
"Tell the truth to Mr. Kent, I used the disguise technique at that time!" Hou Yiying said calmly, "The disguise technique is to put another face on someone, and it is actually a trick of metaphysics."
She further explained in a serious manner that in China there is not only the art of disguise, but also the art of changing one's voice and the art of shrinking one's body, which can be described as profound, profound and endlessly fantastic.
Xiong Jiandong wasted no time and took advantage of the situation to echo Hou Yiying, quoting scriptures, adding fuel and jealousy, and telling the story of China's divine and martial arts in a vivid and colorful way.
The two of them sang and I followed, and John's family at the dinner table were stunned for a moment, fascinated.
Nancy walked up to Hou Yiying.
Neither of them drank, so they clinked glasses with their drinks.
Nancy picked up Hou Yiying's right hand, held it and looked at it for a long time, and sighed: "It turns out that women's fingers can be very powerful!"
"China really has a long history and a splendid culture!" Old John was almost fascinated by what he heard and said sincerely, "Unlike our country in the United States, it only has a history of a few hundred years."
"But the technological and economic progress of the United States is worthy of us Chinese people, so we should learn from it."
Xiong Jiandong said modestly. He now wanted to change the topic.
"Yes, Mr. Xiong, I also have a question that I haven't clarified." Old John suddenly asked Xiong Jiandong.
"When you came to my house yesterday, you mentioned here that Kent told you that I am now a retired bridge engineer. But Kent said that he had never discussed this topic with you."
Xiong Jiandong was stunned for a moment, then admitted, "I'm sorry, I did lie to Mr. John's face yesterday!"
Old John, Kent and his son, as well as their families, all stared at Xiong Jiandong in surprise, waiting for his explanation.
"Please forgive me. The reason why I didn't tell the truth yesterday was because I didn't want to immediately cause misunderstanding to Mr. Old John." Xiong Jiandong said with an uneasy tone.
"Because when Kent was in the Middle East, he repeatedly emphasized that the button camera entrusted to us was more important than his own life. It must be sent to No. 21 Beverly, San Francisco, USA, called John Kent Freese's father. So.
Yesterday, when we found this place, in order to ensure that we were absolutely sure and that we had not found anything wrong, we checked with the neighbors before entering. One of them introduced that Mr. John Sr. was originally a retired bridge engineer."
"It turns out that Mr. Xiong didn't want my father to mind that they had inquired about our family from the neighbors beforehand." Kent said with a smile to Old John, "Although this is not polite, it actually proves that Mr. Xiong
and Miss Hou, for your seriousness and kindness!"
Old John also became happy and expressed that he understood Xiong Jiandong's explanation very much. He clinked wine glasses with Xiong Jiandong several times.
Only Hou Yiying knew that Xiong Jiandong had no choice but to make up another story in public.
Because she knew very well that the two were inseparable yesterday afternoon, and she did not see Xiong Jiandong have any contact with any of Old John's neighbors.
"Dear Kent, you have made very trustworthy Chinese friends. Dad is proud of you!"
Old John first praised his son, and then said solemnly to Xiong Jiandong and Hou Yiying: "Now, I have a very important thing. I can rest assured and ask you to complete it."
He took out half a piece of paper and a string of lavender gemstone necklaces from his arms, and spread them out on the table in front of him.
"These are two items that my smart California Curl cat brought back from somewhere with someone wrapped around its neck two months ago." Old John said, "I beg you, after returning to China,
, be able to try to return the item to its original owner.”
Xiong Jiandong recognized at a glance what happened to the missing piece of paper and the gem necklace. His face was pale, and his heart felt as if he was being pricked by needles.
Hou Yiying took the piece of paper and quickly identified the phone number written on it with dried blood.
She exclaimed to Xiong Jiandong: "How could one of these numbers be Hua Nianping's cell phone!"
Although Hou Yiying instinctively spoke Chinese to Xiong Jiandong, Old John and his family already understood the reason for her shock.
"Miss Hou, what did you see?"
Old John asked urgently.
Hou Yiying quickly answered in English. The mobile phone number on the piece of paper was that of a person he was very familiar with.
She explained sadly that this man's name was Hua Nianping, who was originally a senior official of Huaguohuai Enyuan Group. While studying at the Central School in the capital, he did come to the United States two months ago to pick up a man named Lin Si.
Lin Sirer's first love, Lin Sirer soon died of illness, and Hua Nianping also died of love.
Old John immediately realized that this was the right time. No wonder no one answered when he called this mobile number in the future.
"Mr. Xiong, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Kent noticed that Xiong Jiandong's face was not only bloodless at this time, but also his eyes were gloomy, as if there was an unspeakable pain.
"Me?" Xiong Jiandong couldn't hide his sad expression and said weakly, "Maybe I drank too much."
"We have a vacant room in our house, just downstairs." Old John's wife said to Hou Yiying, "If you don't mind, let the two of you stay here to rest tonight."
Before Hou Yiying could answer, Old John immediately ordered Kent: "Hurry up and do what your mother said and help Mr. Xiong go to the room to lie down and rest."
"Why bother you?" Xiong Jiandong declined, "We'd better go back to the hotel."
"No." Old John insisted to Xiong Jiandong, "You are not feeling well, and we will be very uneasy about it."
"Please make sure you two stay," Kent begged. "When Mr. Xiong recovers a little, I will hand over a very useful little device to you tomorrow morning."