The two sneaky characters were one man carrying a camera, who looked like a sleazy, middle-aged fat guy,
and a woman who seemed to be nearing forty. From her face, she looked very shrewd.
They were both reporters for a Toronto tabloid.
They usually relied on digging up dirt on star players or fabricating stories about them to attract attention.
The woman asked the fat man behind her, "Did you get it all?"
He nodded. "Got it all. I confirmed Wang Yi's car isn't in there."
A faint smile appeared on the woman's face. "Good. Ever since Wang Yi joined the Raptors, he hasn't been getting up at six every morning to train at the arena like he did when he was with the Kings."
The fat man nodded. "We've made up dirt about Wang Yi before, but this time it's true. He hasn't been working as hard since he joined the Raptors."
"On days with practice, he doesn't show up until nine, just like the other players. When the coach doesn't schedule practice, he simply doesn't come in. After getting a salary of three hundred million dollars a year from the Raptors, the guy's decided to coast."
The woman nodded, then said, "We'll report it as soon as we get back. With photos to prove it, we should get plenty of attention."
But the fat man thought it over. "No. Even if we have definitive proof that he's slacking off and not training hard, it might get us some traffic and attention, but it's not explosive enough. Then all those mornings we've spent staking out this place for the past two months will have been a waste."
"Then tell me, what would make it explosive?"
The sleazy fat man grinned. "Leave it to me. Don't worry, we'll make a