His remark made everyone else burst out laughing. Only Wang Yi turned around and glared at Zeng Fanbo.
"Watch what you say!"
Zeng Fanbo put on a pleading expression. "I was wrong, Brother Yi. I said I was wrong, isn't that enough?"
This Final Game ended amid laughter and good cheer.
After the game, the China Team went to a nearby night market for a bite to eat, led by Saudi prince Mu'ir Chahan.
The players had been busy training with the team, so they hadn't had much chance to explore the streets of Saudi Arabia.
Now, they had arrived at the night market in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia's capital.
The night market sold clothes, trinkets, toys, and all sorts of other things.
The market here was practically a carbon copy of Yiwu's small-goods market.
Since the Basketball World Cup was underway, there were many tourists here.
The court looked much like the outdoor courts found on the streets of China.
That made the smile on Fu Fanjia's face freeze.
But nobody was playing full-court; everyone was playing half-court.
In Wang Yi's view, the Saudi royal family had already shown great courtesy by sending their prince to personally accompany them.
Reyes nodded, then apologized in English.
Just imagine facing a huge platter of steaming rice, some of it swimming in sauce, and being expected to reach in and grab it with your bare hand. Some of the players found the thought hard to stomach.
Wang Yi acted as if he hadn't seen a thing and strode straight out. The other China Team players followed him.
Pang Bo was a famously big eater, and he was already hungry.
The Saudi prince merely gave him a slight nod, then stepped aside from the doorway and gestured for him to enter.
The China Team