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“Ah, Drake, my old friend.” Zhang Ru could feel him arrive just by the tidal wave of fury Drake exuded, scattering the crowd to either side.
Chen Mei-Li had long ago insisted that he work hard on his English if he wished to climb any higher in his career. He’d never thought about it easing his way speaking with Drake, but now it would be very useful.
He and Mei-Li had watched many American movies together to help. At first with Mandarin subtitles, but she’d eventually switched them to English subtitles, which had been an entirely different challenge. He could read American military documents now without having to look at imperfect translations very often, as long as he didn’t have to write any words down himself.
He kept his attention on the old US Army Chinook helicopter, parked la
