At San Jose Airport, the old man was no longer wearing the strange-looking Tang suit.
He was dressed like a tourist and appeared to have just disembarked the plane. He was also carrying a small suitcase with him; its gilded handle was engraved with a magical creature. It had a snake-like body and the heads of a lion, bull, and human. He walked out of the airport gate, reached his hands out and hailed a cab.
"Excuse me, please take me to The Westin Palo Alto."
After shutting the car door, he took out a travel brochure from his pocket and read it.
"Okay, sir."
The black driver glanced at the old man through the rearview mirror.
"Oh, by the way, I want to listen to hip hop. Don't you like hip hop too?"
The old man put his suitcase aside.
"I'm afraid I do anything about it. You know, it all depends on what's on the radio."
