Even if that connected player had powerful backing, he still wouldn't dare risk Wang Yi refusing to compete just to keep Little Fatty off the team.
Director Gong understood what Wang Yi meant, of course. In the end, he nodded.
"If I really report this, it could cause you a great deal of trouble and even have an immeasurable impact on your future. Have you thought it through?"
Wang Yi nodded. "I decided this a long time ago. There's nothing more to consider."
So Gong Luming immediately called his superiors and reported what had happened.
Just three hours later, an ordinary-looking sedan pulled into the courtyard of the training base.
Three people got out. The man at the front wore a suit, and his hair was slicked back until it gleamed.
He looked about forty.
But anyone who knew him knew he was already in his sixties.
He was the top official in charge of basketball, Zhu Chong.
Everyone called him Director Zhu.
He hadn't actually studied basketball. He had neither studied sports nor played the game.
His specialty was business administration.
Thirty years ago, he had been no more than a junior assistant to the head of China Basketball.
That someone who knew nothing about basketball could climb step by step from a junior assistant to become the head of China Basketball showed just how capable he was.
The two people accompanying him were both his assistants.
The man was handsome, and the woman was beautiful.
He wore a sharp, well-fitted suit, while the woman's tailored suit looked equally polished and professional.
When they arrived, the leaders at the basketball base hurried out to greet them.
"Director Zhu, you're finally here! You haven't visited us since the training camp began. Everyone's been hoping you'd come."
"Director Zhu, it's an