"What do you mean, I almost became a member of the CIA?" Zhang Ziwen was puzzled.
"Remember that phone call I made to you? I told you I found you a great job. You used to mess around in Zhonghai with a bunch of hoodlums, wasting your talents. Before I even called you, I had already recommended you to the boss. He had your entire background dug up and was impressed. He wanted to recruit you for the CIA. You're exactly what they need - a skilled operative with an Asian face for their operations centered in Asia. If not you, who else would be a better fit? You were probably ecstatic when you heard the news." Chen Yan solved the mystery of his overseas phone call and presence in Zhonghai.
