Chapter 139: Your Family Name, My Name (Part 2) Ii (2/2)

”We're going to Beijing for the interview?” I asked.

”Yeah. Master your p.r.o.nunciation here first and we'll go over there next week,” he replied.

I nodded, noting their work efficiency. If I had said that I was quite proficient in English, I would've been in the airport by now.

I did not improve even after a week of tuition.

Yun Huateng and his wife came by quite often but I was always facing difficulties. Could they really blame me? I don't use English in China. Even with sufficient foundation, it was tough to speak the language fluently.

The tuition cla.s.ses dragged on for another week and on the fourteenth day, Yun Huateng handed me a plane ticket. On the eighth of the month, we took four first-cla.s.s cabins to Beijing.

The presidential suite was already something I found hard to imagine, so you can picture how amazed I was by the first cla.s.s cabin and the Rolls-Royce that picked us up from Beijing Airport.

I was basking in pleasant surprise and luxury until Yun Huateng started speaking. ”You'd better pa.s.s the interview the first time so we can fly straight to America to meet my son the day after.”

”So rushed?” I blurted out.

Yun Huateng looked at me and said, ”You've delayed our plan for a week and I don't want more problems to arise because of time issues.”

I nodded.

The car brought us straight to Yun Huateng's house and I stayed in his son's room.

I locked the room door and quickly rummaged through his belongings.

There were rows of fountain pens and inks on the study table.

I went to Taobao and searched for the model of those fountain pens and discovered that they were part of a series used by a renowned writer.

Each cost over 100,000.

I chose the most expensive one and stashed it in my pocket.

Same goes for the inks. A small bottle, the size of a nail polish bottle, costs tens of thousands.

I then scanned his shelves and found a diary.

I found it strange that a rich man had the habit of keeping a journal, but I started reading it anyway.

His writing was neat and organized, unlike mine. I felt momentarily ashamed.

Content-wise, he wrote about his daily trifles. What stood out to me, though, was the fact that the father and son met only once a year.

The next day, Yun Huateng knocked on my door and told me to get ready to head to the immigration bureau.

There was already a man inside the car when I got in. He greeted, ”My name is Li NasdaqK. I'll be your translator.”

I shook hands with him and Yun Huateng handed a micro earpiece to me. ”Stick it behind your ear,” he instructed.

The car drove off.

Things went rather smoothly, as evident from a thumbs up by the interviewer, despite my stutterings.

I strongly suspected that Yun Huateng bribed the interviewer.

Yun Huateng was waiting by the car when I exited the building.

I got in happily.

When I turned to him, he said without preamble, ”We'll fly first thing tomorrow.”

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