It was Zhang Zian's first interview with the television station. The first question was so embarrassing. Richard would have to take responsibility for that one.
As for the prostitution expense––crap… Looking at how satisfied Snowy Lionet seemed, it was uncertain who was prostituting who…
Luckily, before he answered, journalist Liu Ying laughed out loud. "It's a joke! Zhang Zian, your pets here are so eye-opening to us––especially that grey parrot. How did you train it? It talks just like a human!"
"Well… It's the result of very hard training. But the hardness is not worth mentioning to others…" Zhang Zian sighed and pretended to be profound, as if he had been through much suffering.
"We can imagine," she said in admiration. "I once interviewed a retired worker in our city. He likes birds, and had a lot of them, such as parrots, crested myna, Chinese hwamei, and so on. Some of them could talk, but nowhere close to your parrot."
