A taxi was traveling in the outskirts of Los Angeles.
"Does he know something?"
"Probably not."
"Why so sure?"
"He challenged you on medical grounds, which indicates he's still confined to the medical and media aspects."
"Oh, I see. So, he's not important."
"Well, Chinese people like making money, so let them make money."
"Got it."
Bres Lee sat in the back making a phone call.
As a seasoned doctor, of course he had his own car.
Choosing to take a taxi was already quite strange.
And the content of the call was even stranger.
But the real oddity was yet to come upon his arrival at the destination.
The car drove up to a historical-looking estate.
The car stopped.
Dr. Bres Lee paid and got out, while the driver kindly reminded him.
"We Asians may love making money, but it seems this house is a bit eerie."
In the United States, eight out of ten taxi drivers are Ah-San, and the other two are Pakistanis.
