Rose took a bite of food, took a sip of wine, and continued:
"I felt sorry for him and wanted to let him stay at my place. But he was still a minor, so I went through the legal process and adopted him."
"Although we don't call each other father and son, I really do treat him like my own son."
"I paid for him to go to school for two years, but he was too old for elementary school and couldn't keep up in high school."
"I taught him basketball, hoping he could make something of himself on the court and earn a living. He improved very quickly at the game."
"But he started too late, so he couldn't even get any playing time on his school team."
"So naturally, no college was interested in him."
"After two years of high school, he was eighteen and legally an adult. So he left my house. I told him I could easily cover his living expenses and teach him basketball, but the kid had a lot of pride. He insisted that he was an adult and wanted to make a living on his own."
"Now he works to support himself while practicing basketball. He hopes that one day he'll make it into a minor league, or play in one of those amateur leagues and earn a living."
"But I've already entered him in this year's NBA draft. I want him to have a better future."
"Of course, he's very short, and he's barely ever appeared in any basketball competitions back home. No scouts or managers have come to watch him, either. So he'll definitely go undrafted."
Wang Yi didn't answer right away. He considered what Rose had just told him.
After a moment, he said, "I can talk to the coaching