Being a notorious American lawyer is not a bad thing, is it?"

“Really not a bad thing”

Wei Ran smiled and nodded after listening to Suisui's translation. To put it simply, the other party wanted to expand their network of contacts, even if it seemed that the network of contacts could not bring any benefit to both parties for the time being.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Carlos said with a smile, "Of course, it is undeniable that I have an innate affection for the Chinese people, and this is one of the important reasons."

"Because of Chinese culture?" Suisui asked curiously after finishing the translation.

"No, no, no, it's mainly due to my father's influence."

Seeing Wei Ran and Suisui's confused faces, Carlos put down the coffee cup in his hand and took the initiative to explain, "My father participated in the 38th War. He was a truck driver at the time and later became a prisoner of the Chinese Volunteer Army.

When he was alive, he often told me that although he was a prisoner of war at the time, it was the happiest and most incredible time he had ever spent, and it was a memory that completely changed his perspective."

"Mr. Carlos, I am beginning to be interested in your father's story." Wei Ran said after Suisui finished translating.

"Before that, please let me ask you a question."

Carlos, who was in the middle of a conversation, asked with a smile, "Wei, do you know when China held the Olympic Games for the first time?"

"Of course I know, 2008." Wei Ran answered this simple question without thinking. That year brought China too much pride and too much pain. He grew up under the red flag.

How could the Chinese people not know the answer to this question?

However, Carlos shook his head proudly, "This is my favorite question to ask Chinese people, and it is also a question to which it is difficult for Chinese people to give the correct answer, so let me tell you the correct answer now!

The first time your country held the Olympic Games was on November 15, 1952. The venue was the playground of Bitong Middle School in Beihan. My father was one of the contestants in that Olympic Games."

Having said this, Carlos stood up on crutches, walked to a glass cabinet against the wall, took out a rather beautiful-looking cloisonné vase, and carefully placed it on the table.

"This is the prize my father received from participating in the Olympic Games. He participated in the basketball game at that time, and according to him, his results were pretty good." Lawyer Carlos said happily, "That sports meeting also completely changed my father.

Before he was captured, he was a staunch racist from the American South."

"What happens next?" Suisui asked after hurriedly translating.

"In that game, he won a certain basketball game with several black prisoners of war who were also from the United States. Later, they joined a club organized by the prisoners of war themselves. Later, they also caught rats together during the health campaign.

Trade rat tails for cigarettes.

Those precious experiences made him become very good friends with the black people he once hated and discriminated against, and also made him and I have a natural affection for the Chinese throughout our lives."

Carlos said, and took out a white pullover full of signatures from the glass cabinet. The signatures on this clothes were far more than just English names that Wei Ran couldn't understand, and there were many that he could understand.

Some of those names are bookish, and some sound extraordinarily simple, but in the middle of these Chinese names, there is an extra sentence written in strong calligraphy: "Fight imperialism! Long live the great unity of the people of the world!"

"

After returning this precious pullover to the other party, the latter returned it and the cloisonné vase to the glass cabinet. Then he sat down again and said with emotion, "It can be seen that you don't know much about the Olympic Games."

"To be honest, this is the first time I know about it."

Wei Ran said frankly that there is no shame in not knowing. The real clown is pretending not to understand. Since he is a historian, he will not pretend not to understand in such a matter.

"My father spoke highly of that sports meeting."

Carlos spread his hands and leaned on the back of the sofa and said slowly, "In my father's words, there were prisoners of war from 14 countries participating in the sports meeting. It would have been impossible to gather so many nationalities in the prisoner of war camp, even during World War II.

easy.

But what he praised most was that the Olympic Games was probably the only one after World War II where no athletes used doping and where blacks and whites in the United States were truly equal. Even my father said that he had forgotten that he was an American at that time.

A prisoner of war, he completely regarded himself as a basketball player."

While Carlos took the initiative to tell his father's story, Wei Ran and Suisui also became quiet listeners. It wasn't until the old lady outside the study called them to go out for dinner that the three of them realized that it was already dark outside the window.

Already.

Carlos, who had been telling a story just now, drank the last bit of coffee in the cup, then opened the glass cabinet against the wall again. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a slightly peeled-off Bayi cap badge and handed it to Wei.

Burn.

"Mr. Carlos, this is..." Wei Ran looked at the red five-pointed star lying on his palm, and for a moment he didn't understand what the other party wanted to do.

"Give it to you"

Carlos said generously, "This cap badge was a gift given to my father by the Chinese soldiers who were in charge of them when he was repatriated after the war. Now I give it to you."

Wei Ran had no reason to refuse such a precious gift, and his acceptance of this cap badge was equivalent to accepting the other party's friendship.

Sighing to himself, this old guy knows how to be a good man, Wei Ran put the treasure into his wallet, then raised his head and said, "Mr. Carlos, I have no reason to refuse this precious gift."

After listening to Suisui's translation, Carlos smiled gently, but did not continue on this topic, "Okay, now go try the dinner cooked by my wife. Believe me, this is the real Texas."

gourmet food."

Wei Ran and Suisui looked at each other, followed each other out of the study, and sat at the dining table at the invitation of the old lady. They continued chatting and enjoyed a surprisingly caloric dinner.

After eating and drinking, Wei Ran and Suisui bid farewell to the old couple and returned to the hotel in the commercial vehicle that brought them here.

"That Carlos lawyer really just invited us to have a meal and make friends?" Before Wei Ran could close the door, Suisui asked the question she had been holding back all afternoon, "And he also gave me that cap badge.

You, I always feel that he has other purposes."

"Whatever his purpose is"

Wei Ran locked the door, glanced at the two large bottles of tequila on the table, and said nonchalantly, "I don't know when the next time I come to the United States will be, but the old man probably doesn't have any bad intentions. From now on, you can

If we run into trouble while working with Makar, maybe he can really help."
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