The fans' call to action was met with an immediate response from countless others.
They were already gearing up to boo Xiao Qiao at tomorrow night's game.
Xiao Qiao didn't report to the team until 3:00 p.m. the next day.
Before the press conference, he sat silently in a corner of the team facilities, a far cry from the playful, joking Xiao Qiao of old.
He had also seen the fans' call to boo him relentlessly, and it had put him in a terrible mood.
Wang Yi came over and patted Xiao Qiao on the shoulder. "What's wrong, Xiao Qiao? Feeling depressed?"
Xiao Qiao looked up at Wang Yi. "Boss, I'm sorry. It's because of me that the team couldn't bring in any reinforcements this summer."
Wang Yi laughed and patted Xiao Qiao's shoulder. "That doesn't sound like you."
Xiao Qiao lowered his head and said nothing.
Wang Yi looked at him solemnly. "Xiao Qiao, there's nothing wrong with fighting for what you deserve. Anyone can fight for their own interests. You could've signed for fifty-five million dollars with another team, but you were willing to wait it out and sign a fifty-million-dollar deal with the Kings. You've already made a sacrifice for the team."
Xiao Qiao looked up at Wang Yi, surprised.
Wang Yi continued, "So you don't need to apologize."
Xiao Qiao was even more surprised.
He had thought he'd held the team back from strengthening its roster, and that the boss, his teammates, and everyone else would blame him.
He hadn't expected the boss to see it that way.
James came over and patted Xiao Qiao on the other shoulder. "So let go of the guilt and just roll up your sleeves and get to work with Wang Yi."
Xiao Qiao nodded firmly, his eyes glimmering. "Boss,