The fan continued, "So 50,000 points is impossible. At most, he'll score over 40,000 and surpass LeBron James as the highest-scoring player in regular-season history."
"But even that is extremely, extremely difficult. After all, Brother Yi is already thirty-three, almost thirty-four, and he hasn't even reached 25,000 points yet."
"So Brother Yi's ambitious plan definitely isn't to score 50,000 points. He probably won't even become the NBA's all-time leading scorer."
As soon as Wang Yi made those remarks, the internet erupted in discussion.
Wang Yi paid it no mind.
That evening, he went to a Toronto nightclub with his teammates.
To be honest, Toronto's nightclubs weren't nearly as lively and varied as those in American cities.
Toronto's nightlife wasn't as wild as America's, either.
Toronto lay at latitude 44 degrees north, more or less on the same latitude as Changchun back in China.
Its winter lasted from December to April, a full five months.
Compared with cities like those on the southern coast and Los Angeles, Toronto was a bitterly cold place.
In a place that cold, what kind of exciting nightlife could you expect in winter?
Wang Yi spent just over two hours at the club that evening.
During that time, beautiful women surrounded the NBA players, and Wang Yi was no exception.
But Wang Yi only ever chatted with them.
After two hours, Wang Yi said goodbye to his teammates, told them to enjoy themselves, and said he was getting old and couldn't keep up, so he was heading back to sleep.
After a year and a half, his teammates knew Wang Yi well. Whenever he went to a nightclub, he usually stayed until midnight at most. He would never party all night.
Wang Yi did this because he was thinking about his career.
Think about it. If