Francis had always seemed indifferent, but when he heard Yao Ming's name, his body suddenly shuddered, and his hand paused as he smoked.
Wang Yi didn't continue.
Francis didn't smoke either. He just held the cigarette between his fingers.
After a long while, he shook his head and said, his eyes dull and lifeless, "I'm not worthy."
Wang Yi nodded. "That's right. In your current state, with no drive at all, you're certainly not worthy. But if you want to change your life, if you still have even the slightest wish for your life to be a little less miserable, if you can pull yourself together, then it doesn't matter whether you're worthy or not. After all, you were once Boss Fu in the hearts of tens of millions of Chinese fans."
Francis's shoulders shuddered again at that.
Wang Yi continued, "If your love for basketball hasn't completely faded, I might be able to offer you a job related to basketball."
When Boss Fu heard Wang Yi mention basketball, a glimmer of clarity seemed to flash in his cloudy eyes.
Basketball had been his greatest love as a child.
Though he hadn't been around basketball for many years, even now, in his current state, he would sometimes stop for a while when he passed an outdoor court and saw people playing.
When people mocked him for having gone from an NBA star to a homeless man, he often said, "I hate basketball. I only played for the money."
But the truth was that his love for basketball hadn't completely died.
After all, basketball had been his companion from childhood until he retired from the NBA.
More than twenty years of love.
How could he really forget basketball?
At the thought, Francis's hand trembled slightly.
For the first time, he raised