Only Hui was suspicious.

“Know why the oldest tree in Tiantan Park is still there?”

“Because it’s ugly,” Hui said before Weng could answer.
“Anything that stood out for its beauty or strength was cut
down.”

Weng handed Hui some coffee-flavored tea.

They were standing next to each other,
looking at the Rolls-Royce.

“Better come second, even third,” Hui winked. “Less attention.”

“I only bought it to drive to Ningbo.”

“I know,” Hui said, going into his house,

“which is why I have a present for you.”

A moment later Weng’s neighbor reappeared

with a bag of Hello Kitty bobbleheads.

“I got these cheap. Arrange them on the back shelf

of your new car. Then everyone will think you’re a joke.”