The Chinatown shop owners and employees were all very welcoming to Wang Yi and the others.
"Brother Yi's here!"
"Brother Yi was incredible tonight!"
"Brother Yi, come on into our shop! From now on, everything's on the house for you, Zhang Jiacheng, and Pang Bo!"
"Brother Yi, everything's on the house at our shop too. Jiacheng, Pang Bo, come on in."
"What are you talking about? Our whole street is treating Brother Yi, Pang Bo, and Zhang Jiacheng. From now on, whenever the three of them come to Chinatown, they can eat whatever they want!"
Wang Yi entered a Beef and Mutton Paomo shop without any hesitation.
It had been like this every time he came to Chinatown over the years, so he was used to it.
He was the pride of China, the pride of people with yellow skin.
Wherever Descendants of Yan and Huang could be found in the world, they were proud to call Wang Yi their compatriot.
Pang Bo and Zhang Jiacheng, however, felt a little embarrassed.
They had both been in the NBA for over a year, yet neither had achieved anything.
They knew they were only being treated this way because they were riding Brother Yi's coattails.
That made them resolve to work even harder from then on.
After all, they couldn't keep riding Brother Yi's coattails forever.
After the three of them had eaten their fill in Chinatown, they went their separate ways home.
Pang Bo had signed a rookie contract, so his salary was quite low (of course, that was compared with players of his caliber).
To put it jokingly, he was a child laborer.
Zhang Jiacheng hadn't been drafted. Ninety-nine percent of players like him started out in the NBA on minimum-salary contracts, but the owner, Tamim, had done Wang Yi