A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses passed by just then. He overheard them and stopped, looking a little tipsy.
He downed the glass of wine in his hand, then said:
"Wang Yi's suspension hasn't just made you feel like the games are boring. It's had a huge impact on the financial industry, too. You don't trade stocks, so you wouldn't know, but the stocks of companies owned by NBA team owners have been falling for a whole month."
"That's never happened before."
Another passerby heard him and chimed in, "It's not just stocks. Business has been bad at the sporting goods company where I work this past month, too. Our sales are down a full third from last month."
The middle-aged cowboy sighed. "By the looks of it, if Wang Yi stays suspended, a lot of stores might have to close. Some business owners could even go bankrupt."
"It reminds me of the last time Wang Yi retired for two and a half years. During that period, our economy took a huge hit."
"In the end, the owners of all 30 teams had to join forces to bring him back."
The tattooed man seemed to understand something after hearing that. He said:
"Thank goodness he's only suspended this time. But, now that I think about it, he really has been suspended for a lot of games."
"If you ask me, they should bring Wang Yi back already. If he doesn't come back soon, the NBA might go bankrupt."
It wasn't just ordinary fans who wanted Wang Yi back. His haters missed him even more.
On a farm in Texas stood a few old wooden houses.
All the furniture inside carried the musty scent of age.
But one room in the house, barely five square meters in size, had been freshly