The reporters heard Wang Yi blurt out a sentence in Chinese. They had no idea what it meant, and were all a little bewildered.
A few of the reporters understood Chinese. When they heard what Wang Yi said, they were immediately incensed.
"Are you personally attacking us?"
The other reporters understood once they heard that, and they all turned on Wang Yi:
"I'm filing a complaint!"
"So you can attack people just because you're good at basketball?"
"China is always called a land of courtesy and propriety, but from what I can see, the Chinese are no better than anyone else!"
Seeing that things were about to get out of hand, Coach Dako, standing beside Wang Yi, hurriedly moved to call over the PR team. But Wang Yi reached out and stopped him by the arm.
Then he turned to the reporters, his expression serious.
"You say you know basketball, so let's discuss the matter. May I ask where you work?"
Wang Yi pointed to the reporter whose beard had already gone a little gray.
The reporter lifted his chin and puffed out his chest. "I'm a courtside reporter for the Los Angeles Times. I've covered the NBA for forty years. You're saying I don't know basketball?"
Wang Yi nodded. "Oh, forty years, and you're still just a courtside reporter. And you have the nerve to say you know basketball?"
The courtside reporter from Los Angeles was immediately at a loss for words.
Wang Yi then pointed to a young female reporter. "May I ask which outlet you work for?"
The pretty young reporter lifted her chin and puffed out her chest, looking very proud.
"I'm nineteen years old, a journalism and communications student at Yale, an intern covering sports for the New York Times, and a columnist for Sports