In the evening, Bant came to fetch Chen Zhao.
Bant was driving an outmoded truck, but Chen Zhao did not really care.
"Chen, are you from China?"
"How did you know?"
"We had an immigrant here in the past. His name was also Chen."
"Oh, is he still here?"
"No, he moved away, but he would occasionally come back to meet his friends."
Although they had had little contact, Chen Zhao could tell that Bant was a straightforward person. He was able to get along with most people and did not have any taboos.
"Chen, what's your job?"
"Doctor."
"Doctor! A good profession."
Most American feel that doctors, lawyers, and college professors are the best jobs available.
These people have high income and are respected. Indeed, Americans and Chinese have more or less the same opinions regarding this.
"Huh? Is that a factory?" Chen Zhao pointed at the distance where thick smoke could be seen.
