In the simple Chinese tea room, Mo Lei sat calmly and slowly poured tea from the purple clay pot.

Jake, the blonde, blue-eyed Yankee across the street, watched with interest as he poured his tea. His long, thin fingers stroked his chin and smiled, "I really don't understand how the erosion of Chinese culture can make you betray your country and never forget history and culture."

Mo Lei smiled faintly. The word betrayal was quite bone-piercing. He only faintly sent ...