825 Theres No Credit for Nothing Done (2/2)

Zhang Zian didn't guess how her thoughts would change. But even if he did, he wouldn't be surprised. Journalists from illegally-run media outlets were just like that––they went with whatever came.

Eddy's trip to Binhai City, aside from paying tribute to the late Ms. Ryan, had another small purpose.

”Mr. Zhang, I still don't understand it now… How did you pretend to be the voice of Ms. Ryan? Do you have some… special skills? Or some high-tech equipment?” Eddy asked curiously. ”If I had not found out that Ms. Ryan had passed away, I would really have been fooled by your voice.”

Before Zhang Zian could say anything, a gray shadow flapped its wings and quickly descended on his shoulder.

”Ga ga! You're Eddy Lewis? Nice to meet you! I am Katherine Donna Ryan, and I'm very happy to meet you!” Richard never gave up on a chance to steal the limelight. It imitated Kathy's voice and spoke in English.

Eddy's eyeballs were about to pop out. ”My God! The… the one talking to me the whole time… was this parrot?” Eddy felt a ringing in his head and he stuttered.

Zhang Zian glared at Richard as if to say, ”Would you die without speaking?”

Richard did not seem to be bothered. It scratched the feathers on its chest with its beak, while its little black eyes rolled around. It replied with a look that seemed to say, ”Yes I would die from holding it in!”

To prevent Eddy from having a heart attack from the shock, Zian quickly explained, ”It's just a part of it. Most of it was re-edited with Kathy's previous voice! I have a friend who's an expert in this field, and he helped me with it.”

”Oh, so that's how it is.” Eddy finally accepted his explanation. After all, even if a parrot was able to imitate people, according to common sense, it would, at most, be something like daily conversations. But his conversation with Kathy involved a lot for the donation, so how was a parrot able to respond to those questions?

If it was a re-edited recording, then it made sense. Some spy movies often had similar content.

Thinking back, his dialogue with ”Kathy” was actually not very complicated. If it was prepared in advance, and then played as needed, it could be done with expert assistance.

Then, he remembered another question. ”Mr. Zhang, why do you want to make the donation in the name of Ms. Ryan? I heard from Lawyer Adams that it was because she gave you the cats she raised in her will. Is this considered your reciprocation?”

”You could say that.” Zhang Zian nodded. An Abyssinian cat happened to pass by him, so he picked it up.

”There's an old saying in China…” While he spoke, he unconsciously looked up at the ceiling and hoped that Sihwa would not misunderstand his sentence. ”There's an old saying in China: 'There's no credit for nothing done.' Although Kathy gave these cats to me, I always thought that they belonged to her. You can't imagine how much effort she put into cultivating these excellent cats. The honor is always hers; I'm just her agent,” he explained.

Eddy had more or less guessed the reason, but when he confirmed it through Zhang Zian's mouth, his heart felt deep respect for him. How many people were ecstatic when they received something from a will, but yet they didn't even know how to be grateful to the generous gifters?

Eddy once again looked at Kathy, who was in the sea of flowers. She was smiling so bright and comfortably, as if she had listened in on their conversation.