"Hello." Li Wei shook his hand. "And you are?"
"I'm Lin Daohang, but you can call me David Lin," the middle-aged man said, presenting a gold-foil business card with both hands. "I'm the current co-chairman of the New York Chinese Fujian Business Association."
Li Wei glanced at the card and impassively tucked it into his breast pocket.
'When fellow countrymen meet abroad, it often ends with a knife in the back.' In this foreign world of fame and fortune, an overly enthusiastic "countryman" was often deadlier than any arrogant white person.
"I'll let you two talk," Elizabeth said, letting go of Li Wei's arm and gesturing toward the front-row tables of the banquet hall. "I'm going to go say hello to some family friends."
With that, she gave Lin Daohang a slight nod and headed toward the front.
"Mr. Li Wei," Lin Daohang said, watching Elizabeth's back before turning to Li Wei, his eyes full of envy. "You're a true credit to us Chinese, having a lady like her as your date."
