824 Flowers

The tall, bald, African American man asked the question in English––which surely stood out among the Chinese speakers. Besides, he was as tall as a walking utility pole, almost a head taller than the others. Immediately, he stood at the center of everybody's attention.

The female reporter was so excited. She had sharply sensed it was her lucky moment. Maybe she had come across a real scoop. She hinted the cameraman behind her, asking him to film the African American man carefully, and to find out what was he doing with Zhang Zian.　　

Zhang Zian also glanced over the bald, African American man. After reexamining him a few times, he confirmed that he didn't know him, and had never met him. He had some striking physical features; if he had met him in the past, he would have certainly remembered.