Antoine Girard's father went to answer the phone. He had barely said a couple of words when his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
"What?! Are you serious?!"
After the person on the other end confirmed it, old Girard was overcome with excitement, his eyes even welling with tears.
"Thank you, thank you! I can't thank you enough!"
He hung up, turned around, and said excitedly to Antoine Girard and his mother:
"My mentor told me the police have confirmed there isn't enough evidence!"
Antoine Girard and his mother both froze.
Then Antoine Girard grew excited.
"So that means I can enter the NBA draft?!"
Antoine's mother was already in tears.
This way, we could pay off some of our debts, and our son could make it into the NBA.
"Why did the police suddenly back down? Isn't that a little strange?"
"Really? Really?! Oh, God, that's wonderful! This is really wonderful!"
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then said, "I heard the people with capital have backed off."
So Antoine Girard's father called Girard's agent and told him the news.
When Xiao Hua heard the news, he was overjoyed.
The agent was excited, too. He confirmed the news through some of his connections, then immediately contacted the person in charge of the NBA draft.
"On offense, they score 134.7 points per 100 possessions. On defense, they allow only 84.07 points per 100 possessions. In other words, with the twin towers on the floor, they outscore their opponents by 50 points per 100 possessions."
Who—or what kind of force—had pressured the people with capital?
The person on the other end replied, "I'm not sure. Maybe some powerful force is putting pressure on them."
How could they not be thrilled?
Amid his excitement,