At that moment, inside the car on the mountain road.
Mitchell asked Wang Yi, "Boss, this kid's got a lot of talent. Why didn't you urge his parents to send him to a basketball school? Even if he never makes it as a player, he could still make a living off basketball. These days, thanks to the basketball culture you've fostered, lots of elementary, middle, and high schools across China have their own teams, and there's a huge demand for basketball coaches."
"Even if he never makes it as a player, he could still coach at an elementary school and make a living off basketball."
Wang Yi shook his head. "We shouldn't go around planning other people's lives for them."
A few years ago, Wang Yi would definitely have urged Xiao Yu's parents to send him.
He would have promised to find the boy a job after he graduated.
He would have helped cover the cost of meals at basketball school and contacted the teachers there to make sure the boy got in.
But as Wang Yi grew older and gave more thought to things, he came to understand one principle: don't go around planning other people's lives for them.
If the boy was determined enough, then even if his parents tried to stop him, he would find a way to get into basketball school.
And with that kind of determination, he was sure to accomplish something in basketball.
On the other hand, if he wasn't determined enough, then even if he went to basketball school, he would never make it as a player.
At best, he would use basketball to find a job and scrape by.
And there were thousands upon thousands of kids like him in China. Could Wang Yi help them all?
As the saying went,