"Why are you here?" Cindy asked in confusion at first, but then she immediately realized. Of course—Mr. Huo was a legend, a legend who had risen from humble beginnings to become a tycoon.
But his current status was the same as Mister and the others...
Would the dragon slayer eventually become a dragon?
Cindy remembered that famous saying.
"Young lady, you're still so young. Don't go around looking so troubled all the time. Here, have some tea..." Old Huo said with a beaming smile.
Cindy hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she still respectfully greeted him before sitting down opposite him.
The furnishings in front of Old Huo were extremely simple: a wooden table, a plate of peanuts, and a pot of Central China-style green tea...
Cindy wasn't particularly fond of this lightly flavored green drink. She only took a small sip before getting straight to the point. "Mr. Huo, did you have some advice for me?"
"Your Chinese is quite good..." Old Huo's eyes lit up.
"I lived in Central China for several years..." Cindy said with a smile.
"That was talent too..." Old Huo praised her. "Even many foreigners who've lived in Central China for half their lives might not speak as fluently as you."
Cindy was startled. She was quite familiar with the term "foreigner"—it was what people from Central China jokingly called people from other countries. She hadn't expected Mr. Huo, an American of Chinese descent, to use it so naturally too.
"You flatter me..."
"I didn't seek you out for anything in particular. I just saw how bewildered you looked and kindly invited you over. If there's anything you want to know, you can ask me. I've been here for more than ten days, so I can barely be considered a local now..."