"You want to learn? Three million US dollars for tuition. I guarantee I can have your disguise techniques perfected within two years. This is an exclusive, secret art. Very few people ever manage to master it."
"Never mind then..."
The two walked toward the magnificent entrance of the Volcano Farm Club. Old Yang had no intention of waiting in line. When a burly guard with a stern expression approached, Old Yang pulled a black and gold card from his coat and handed it over.
"John Smith," he said casually. "An old member of your Volcano Farm Club."
One of the guards took the card, pulled a device from his suit pocket to scan it, and his expression immediately became respectful. "Mr. Smith, welcome."
"This is a buddy of mine. He hasn't seen much of the world, so I'm showing him a good time," Old Yang said, pointing to the bewildered Zhou Chen behind him.
Zhou Chen, in turn, did his best to look like a clueless kid fresh from the countryside.
