335 Meeting At Sillicon Valley

At San Jose Airport, the old man was no longer wearing the strange-looking Tang suit.

He was dressed like a tourist and appeared to have just disembarked the plane. He was also carrying a small suitcase with him; its gilded handle was engraved with a magical creature. It had a snake-like body and the heads of a lion, bull, and human. He walked out of the airport gate, reached his hands out and hailed a cab.

"Excuse me, please take me to The Westin Palo Alto."

After shutting the car door, he took out a travel brochure from his pocket and read it.

"Okay, sir."

The black driver glanced at the old man through the rearview mirror.

"Oh, by the way, I want to listen to hip hop. Don't you like hip hop too?"

The old man put his suitcase aside.

"I'm afraid I do anything about it. You know, it all depends on what's on the radio."