More than ten minutes later, they walked to the LCDH on this street.
That was the House of Havana.
It was a place that specialized in selling cigars.
There were now LCDH branches in countries all over the world.
Cuban cigars were so famous that there were many counterfeits.
If you wanted to buy authentic cigars, you had to go to an official LCDH.
As soon as they entered, they smelled the rich aroma of cigars.
The first thing they saw was a square display case.
The aisles around it were only wide enough for two people to pass through, and customers could step inside the display case to pick out the cigars they liked.
When the saleswoman saw Wang Yi, she was overjoyed.
"Oh my God, it's Wang! What day is it today? Is this my lucky day? No, it's Matt's lucky day!"
"Oh my God! Matt will never believe who I met today."
"Wang, maybe I've overwhelmed you with my enthusiasm. How about this? Pick out your cigars first, and when you're done, could you sign something for me? I want to give it to my son, Matt. He's a huge fan of yours, a die-hard fan!"
Wang Yi looked at the Black woman and nodded. "Of course. Go get a pen. I'll sign something for you right now."
The woman nodded.
Then she reached into a drawer behind the display case and took out a jersey, along with a marker.
It wasn't a Miami player's jersey, but Wang Yi's.
It was clearly a small Wang Yi jersey, only big enough for a seven- or eight-year-old child.
She said to Wang Yi,
"Today is my son Matt's birthday. This is my birthday present to him."
"If you could sign it, I think he'd be over the moon."
Wang