The Old Oak Tavern was bustling with people coming and going.
In the corner by the bar, near the pool table area, a crowd had gathered, not only West's tour group but also some individual customers.
Even regulars couldn't resist—stories about Li Wei remain fresh no matter how often they're told; his whirlwind journey over the past three years seemed like a dream.
His spontaneous escapades, and countless fun stories, everyday life's little episodes... Anderson wasn't the only one; the regulars enthusiastically chipped in with details, piece by piece painting a picture of Li Wei's life in Kansas City. They all got immersed unknowingly.
Then, a discordant voice came from the crowd, "Is it true or not? Anyway, it's all just words; you can say whatever you want. Now you've turned Li Wei into a god to worship, naturally making it sound as exciting as possible like you wish to bow to him daily. It's not surprising if these stories are all made up."
Ha ha.
