Wang Yi was being interviewed courtside after the game.
When the reporter heard this, she set aside the question she had prepared and asked one off the cuff instead:
"Wang, I'm sure you heard Pierce and LeBron talking. How would you respond to what they said?"
Wang Yi looked at the reporter, then turned to glance at Pierce and James on the sideline. He smiled faintly. "Do you think I care what they think of me?"
It was the female reporter's first time interviewing Wang Yi, and she was clearly unprepared.
For a moment, she didn't know how to answer his question.
Wang Yi didn't press her. "Honestly, aside from my family, friends, and fans, I don't care what anyone else says. I don't care what they think of me. I only care about how I feel."
The reporter felt both admiration and envy.
She admired Wang Yi for daring to speak his mind as a superstar and public figure.
She envied him because he had the talent and ability to say what he thought.
Whether a person was happy didn't depend on what they could do, but on what they could choose not to do.
Wang Yi had managed to do just that.
He dared to say no, and he had the ability to follow through.
After the interview, Wang Yi hugged Hield goodbye.
"Oh, boss, you're something else."
Hield shook his head with an incredulous look and laughed.
Wang Yi and Hield exchanged an elaborate series of high fives, then hugged each other tightly.
"You did pretty well yourself. Twenty-seven points and thirteen assists. Hield, you're so much better than you were back with the Kings."
Hield shook his head. "But I still really miss playing with you on the Kings. Those days were so much fun. We