"I have another question. Does the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce have a vice president named Norkland?"

Wang Yueheng then asked directly.

"promise…"

Upon hearing this name, Kong Ruoxi and the others, who were about to leave, were stunned again.

They didn't understand why Wang Yueheng would suddenly bring up this issue.

"You...know him?"

Wang Zhanqiang, trying to remain calm, looked at Wang Yueheng and asked.

"I've seen the news. It's said to be a scientist from the United States who has been cooperating with the scientific community in China and is also an international friend."

"I want to find an opportunity to meet him and express my respect."

Wang Yueheng said, looking completely bewildered.

"I never expected you'd actually heard of his deeds..."

"But unfortunately, your wish cannot be fulfilled."

"Dr. Knoxland was on a scientific expedition overseas last week when he fell from the ship's side and died from his injuries."

"At our charity gala tonight, we will also commemorate this peace-loving Chinese-American scientist in the final segment."

Wang Zhan patted Wang Yueheng on the shoulder and said in a low voice.

As she spoke, Kong Ruoxi, who was standing to the side, had slightly red eyes and clenched her fists.

She also wanted to tell Wang Yueheng.

This American scientist of Chinese descent actually sacrificed his life while carrying out a special mission to help the Chinese nation's national interests.

Moreover, he was killed by foreign agents, not by some scientific expedition accident.

But that's how international struggles are; countless people of noble character can only remain anonymous and conceal their identities to serve their country.

Even if they sacrificed themselves, they could not gain official recognition in public.

Even their relatives cannot publicly accept any honors or awards.

"ah?"

Upon hearing this news, Gao Fei and the others covered their mouths in surprise.

Although they did not know the Dr. Knoxland that Wang Yueheng mentioned.

But I heard that the other party is an international friend who is enthusiastic about exchanges between the two countries.

However, he tragically died in a scientific expedition accident, which is also a great loss and regret.

"That's such a pity. What about his family?"

Wang Yueheng said with a sigh of regret.

"He had no children, but left behind a widow named Zheng Shuangmei, who was also a Chinese American."

"Zheng Shuangmei is a teacher in the Department of Archaeology at California Institute of Technology."

"I will also be at the gala tonight to bid farewell to Vice President Knokland."

"Although they have become American citizens, I can guarantee with my life that the couple has a 100% love and respect for their motherland and has never done anything to betray the country or hurt the feelings of the Chinese people."

Fearing that Wang Yueheng might be prejudiced against these two overseas Chinese, Wang Zhan spoke with particular seriousness.

He tried hard to control his emotions.

I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself.

Revealing Dr. Nokland's true identity as a special agent for the Chinese military would only invite unnecessary trouble.

"Professor Yue Heng, when you return to China, if you are still interested in learning about Dr. Knoxland's life and achievements, I will send you some of his information."

"I'm sure you'll be very impressed with our vice president."

Kong Ruoxi wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a cryptic tone.

In fact, only a few senior members of the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce knew about it.

Along with Kong Ruoxi and several other business leaders, they were also secret intelligence agents of the Dragon Kingdom.

As an overseas Chinese, I was responsible for collecting information and data related to China from overseas and transmitting it back to China through secret channels.

They conceal their identities, constantly walking a tightrope.

Be prepared at all times to engage in a tit-for-tat struggle with agents and spies from various countries.

Therefore.

When everyone first saw Wang Yueheng's new short drama "Those Years, Those Rabbits, Those Things".

Everyone was moved to tears.

I feel incredibly proud of the development of China, and I am also sincerely proud of my quiet contributions to the motherland.

It was a belief etched into one's very bones.

Unwavering sincerity flowing in the blood.

"Thank you, see you tonight!"

Wang Yueheng saw the expressions on Kong Ruoxi's and the others' faces and nodded slightly.

About tonight's performance.

He already knows how to behave.

...

Northwestern suburbs of Rocky City, California.

On a vast, scenic plain, a hill rises abruptly from the ground.

At the highest ridge of this hill, several large, conspicuous white English letters stand upright—

Holywood

Because many established and emerging American film companies have their headquarters here.

Hollywood has gradually become synonymous with the American film industry.

And tonight is the Overseas Chinese Chamber of Commerce's charity auction gala.

It was held at the well-known Hollywood Open Air Theatre.

The theater first opened in 1922 and also has another name, "Daisy Valley".

It is also a popular venue for performances by many local bands in the Rockies.

To provide better audiovisual effects, the open-air theater was specially renovated with a shell-shaped dome.

Many famous American artists have held special performances here.

Furthermore, the shell-shaped arched stage has appeared countless times in American TV series or American blockbusters.

As night fell.

Luxury cars turned the corner one after another and drove to the entrance of the Daisy Valley open-air theater.

The reporters from various newspapers and media outlets, who had been waiting here, were like agile hunters who had caught the scent of their prey.

People rushed forward with cameras or video equipment, snapping photos of the car door.

A wide red carpet stretched directly from the parking area to the theater entrance.

Welcoming each and every guest.

Amidst the frenzied, dazzling white flashes of light.

Members of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce with black hair and yellow skin, or blonde, blue-eyed American celebrities.

Wearing a suit or evening gown, they smiled and waved to the reporters and passersby surrounding them as they walked down the red carpet into the theater.

"Are they here?"

Why hasn't Wang Yueheng shown up yet?

"Did they forget to arrange for him to walk the red carpet?"...

In the crowd.

The figures of more than a dozen international students dressed in gorgeous Hanfu were particularly eye-catching.

Holding up the red flag of China, they peered ahead at the red carpet, nervously anticipating what was to come.

They frequently raised anxious or worried questions.

Standing in the front row was a woman in her forties with short, wavy hair, wearing a blue fitted cheongsam, with a dignified and capable appearance.

It was Dr. Knoxland's widow, Professor Zheng Shuangmei of the Department of Archaeology at California Institute of Technology.

At this moment, Zheng Shuangmei was still holding a stack of books in her arms.

These books are all novels by Wang Yueheng, including "The Storm", "Blossoms", and the newly published "Scarlet Heart".

Beside her, a petite girl dressed in a pink Hanfu robe with her hair styled in a retro updo held a selfie stick, standing on tiptoe and staring intently at the location where the car was parked.

Her lightly made-up face was slightly flushed, and her forehead was damp with a fine sheen of sweat, indicating that she had been waiting here for quite some time.

The girl's name is Tong Yue. She is a representative of Chinese international students at California Institute of Technology and also Zheng Shuangmei's prized student.

Most of the students wearing Hanfu around her were Tong Yue's fellow international students.

Upon learning that this rising star artist from China was coming to Rocky City to perform at a charity gala.

These international students carpooled together and arrived at the Hollywood Open Air Theatre early in the morning, just so they could meet Wang Yueheng on the spot.

"They're here! They're here!"

"This car definitely belongs to Wang Yueheng; he was in this car at the airport that day!"

"Ahh~ Wang Yueheng!"

"Yue Heng, I love you!"

"Wang Yueheng! Wang Yueheng!"

"Welcome to Rocky City~"

When a limousine slowly drove onto the side of the red carpet.

A burst of cheers erupted from the group of Chinese students studying abroad.

Especially when they saw Wang Yueheng, dressed in a black suit, looking handsome and composed, get out of the car.

These young Chinese students waved their national flags and erupted in excited shouts.