His face brightened. Mr. Fan led me to a horrendous rendering of some craggy hills. They take credit cards. You know, while I was in Sichuan, I visited the home of Zhang Daqian, a very famous painter. Mr. Fan looked down.
Business is good.
We take credit cards. Well, let me look around. Maybe there's one of a filthy panda in here. But Mr. Fan didn't feel like playing anymore. He was a champ, after all.