After lunch, Fang (owner of Han Palace) told Mr. Yi that Fun
Weng was a regular, and gave directions to his house.

When Mr. Yi got there, Weng brought him into the kitchen,

then seated him at the kitchen table in the worst chair.

There was dust on the television screen,

and Mr. Yi had to resist the urge to get up

and wipe it with his handkerchief.

Then Weng gave him some tea.

“I had a big lunch with your friend at Han Palace,

and this will break up the grease.”

There were photos around the room

of Mr. and Mrs. Fun with their son.

Mr. Yi was drawn to one of them in matching hats.

“Nice picture, that one.”

But Weng couldn’t wait any longer. “Mr. Yi,” he said.

“Where is Golden Helper II?”

“Your days of worrying are over,” the businessman said with a
chuckle. “You’re going to be one of the richest people in China,
thanks to your father’s invention.”

Then he leaned in to examine a photograph of Mrs. Fun more
closely. “My only request is that we name it after the honorable
late Mrs. Fun, and drop the II,” Mr. Yi said, turning to Weng.
“At least for marketing purposes.”