It’s probably just because she’s bored from sitting alone, Stephanie Tanzil leaned forward a bit, tilting her chin towards the elder who was talking to a few people from the dical organization, and in a lowered voice, she spoke again: "Mr. Vinson. Do you know what’s special about the student Mr. Avalon recognized this ti?"
Reynaldo Vinson, in his early forties, had extrely well-maintained skin, with hardly any wrinkles visible on his face. He had a large fra, was tall, and had sharp features—uncommonly three-dinsional for an Asian. Looking at his profile, Sadam Vinson clearly inherited his appearance, boasting a remarkably handso face.
However, Sadam Vinson was sowhat cynical and had an air of an indolent playboy.
Reynaldo Vinson was the exact opposite of Sadam—his very presence, even without speaking and just by sitting there, exuded a serious and intense aura, strict and precise.
At this mont, a covered-bowl tea was placed in front of the man, with the newest Biluochun tea brewed within a blue and white porcelain tea cup with a white glaze base.
The erald tea leaves floated and sank in the cup, resembling a splashed-ink landscape painting.
"Mr. Avalon hasn’t taken on any students for a long ti; what made him change his mind this ti?" Stephanie Tanzil’s white blouse featured a ruffled collar design, greatly softening the strong woman impression she typically gave off, adding a touch of womanly grace to her deanor. She wasn’t gossiping, rely a bit curious: "Mr. Avalon even called over people from the dical organizations, it seems like he’s paving the way for that student. In the future, they’ll certainly enter the dical organizations... Tsk, even Winston Sullivan didn’t get this treatnt."
The Winston Sullivan she ntioned was also a student of Mr. Avalon; after Mr. Avalon stopped teaching at Tsinghua University, the Chinese dicine departnt was handed over to Winston Sullivan.
From this aspect alone, it was clear how much Mr. Avalon appreciated Winston Sullivan.
Stephanie Tanzil narrowed her eyes, not overthinking it, but at their level, she knew not to take things at face value and preferred to consider the deeper implications.
"It seems this new student is quite sothing." She spoke with a hint of admiration.
Sohow this brought another person to her mind.
She was usually busy with work, with a schedule packed to the brim, and she didn’t pay much attention to the news in Beijing, but she was aware of Nathalie Quinlan winning first place in the dical competition.
Nathalie Quinlan didn’t just win the competition; she also boldly slapped Evelyn Quarles and Carloska in the face on Instagram, directly posting screenshots of that day’s ranking.
Stephanie Tanzil, not being from the dical community and not knowing much about it, personally had a great liking for traditional culture.
Chinese dicine, like the Konghou, is part of traditional culture, and Evelyn Quarles, representing overseas dicine, steps on Chinese dicine every year.
In front of the overseas dia, they aggressively proclaim that Chinese dicine is nothing but trickery, even going so far as to openly compare Chinese dicine with the superstitious rituals of certain underdeveloped regions... Even as a non-industry person, Stephanie couldn’t bear to see this, and Nathalie Quinlan giving Evelyn Quarles a good Face Slap this ti was quite satisfying for her to witness.
Besides feeling vindicated, Stephanie Tanzil couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed: "...Actually, I know of a Student who also just arrived in Beijing this year. If Mr. Avalon were willing to take on disciples, she definitely has the qualifications."
Reynaldo Vinson lifted the covered-bowl Tea from the table, skimming off the froth with the lid, took a small sip, then set the cup back down and spoke indifferently: "Mr. Avalon taking on a disciple surely has his reasons. I haven’t seen that person, but she must have her own exceptional qualities."
"Of course." Stephanie Tanzil forced a smile, hiding the regret in her eyes, and leaned back in her seat, putting so distance between herself and him.
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