That very night, the NBA donated $10 million to the disaster-stricken area.
Xiao Hua had to make good on the promise he'd made to Wang Yi as soon as possible.
After taking care of everything, he could finally go to bed in peace.
In the more than twenty hours since the incident where Wang Yi insulted the fans, he hadn't closed his eyes once.
And if he added the dozen or so hours before it happened, he'd gone nearly forty hours without getting a proper night's sleep.
At last, he could finally get some rest.
But fate had other plans. Xiao Hua had been asleep for less than three hours when the urgent ring of his phone woke him.
He cracked his eyes open, felt around for his phone, and pressed answer before closing his eyes again and holding it to his ear.
But the moment he heard the voice on the other end, he snapped fully awake and opened his eyes.
They were already bloodshot.
The voice on the other end said, "Here are the details. Wang Yi ran into the famous reporter Adrian Wojnarowski at the airport and agreed to an interview. During the interview, Wojnarowski asked what had been going through his mind as he sat at the scorer's table, facing the darkened stands and listening to thousands of fans hurl abuse at him. Wang Yi answered with a line from a Chinese poem. In essence, he said he thought of those fans as a few flies buzzing around."
"..."
At that moment, Xiao Hua's world came crashing down.
"Oh shit! Holy shit!"
As soon as the call ended, Xiao Hua grabbed his tablet and opened Woj's personal podcast.
Woj's podcast didn't follow a regular schedule, but every time he posted, it was a huge scoop.
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