The farm manager and everyone from the American Delta Company procurement team turned toward the voice.
"Who are you?"
The farm manager was still puzzled when his expression suddenly changed. He cried out, "It's you!"
At last, he recognized who the young man a dozen or so steps away actually was.
Bowden Crison and the others were completely baffled.
It was true that they understood Chinese, but only enough for everyday conversation. The farm manager had suddenly raised the level to something like an eighth-grade command of Chinese, while these Americans had only reached around the third or fourth grade. They immediately stopped understanding him.
Who are you? It's you!
They had merely been reversed, but with the change in tone, how many different meanings could they possibly have?
"Have you not seen the waters of the Yellow River descend from Heaven, rushing to the sea, never to return? I am Li Bai. Please favor me with your guidance!"
Li Bai clasped his hands and announced his name with a flourish.
He had just finished attending the Martial Arts Conference of the Huaxia martial arts world, where he had caused utter chaos and beaten up no shortage of people.
Now, he had brought back a whole martial-arts-hero vibe, and he was still showing it off!
Huh?!
Although the Americans found it novel, they still recognized this as the opening stance of "kung fu." Damn it! Could this be a vendetta between martial artists?
They reacted at once. To avoid being splashed with blood, they hurriedly scattered to one side, preparing to be spectators while leaving no obstacles between the farm manager and Li Bai.
They had come from the United States, after all. If they had not possessed this much perception, they would never have built up such a huge