"Man, this statue looks so mighty and imposing. It's a lot bigger than Iverson's figurine and Barkley's toy. It's more than half again as big as Nowitzki's seven-meter statue, too. Brother Yi really has some serious presence."
"Camim really knows how to spend money. A solid-gold statue!"
"Could you have a little common sense? Do you know how much a solid-gold statue would cost? This damn thing is bronze."
The guy who'd posted above still wouldn't back down. "Even if it's not solid gold, it's got to be gold-plated, at least, right?"
"Dumbass. I'm not wasting my breath on you."
Meanwhile, Wang Feng, who'd planned to release a new song today, was secretly relieved.
He'd decided last month that he would release it today.
The date held special meaning for him.
But after he learned that today was the Raptors' championship parade, he hesitated for a moment, then changed his mind.
If he released the song today, it would definitely get crushed.
Now, watching the unveiling of Wang Yi's statue, he felt a wave of lingering fear. Thank goodness he hadn't released his song. If he had, it wouldn't just have been crushed—it would've been like getting stomped on right to his face.
Wang Yi really was the ultimate Old Six. He'd unveiled a statue without giving anyone advance notice.
Fortunately, Wang Feng had pushed the release date back to tomorrow.
What he hadn't expected was that it was already evening, and the buzz around the statue would keep building until it reached its peak the following day.
Wang Feng had even paid to get his song trending today, but the news sank without a trace.
It was like a grain of sand falling into a lake, without causing even the slightest ripple.
Only then did Wang Feng say to