When Team America's head coach, Phil Jackson, saw that the China Team had already practiced until they were drenched in sweat, his brow furrowed slightly.
When it came to getting familiar with the venue, Team America was clearly at a disadvantage.
But there was nothing they could do about it.
Saudi Arabia was now counting on Wang Yi to drive its economic transformation, so naturally it was giving him every possible convenience. Team America didn't have that kind of advantage.
At last, eight o'clock arrived the following evening.
By then, the city was lighting up for the night.
Standing on a city street and looking in every direction, you could see thirty buildings that each stood well over three hundred meters tall.
There was even a building that soared a thousand meters into the sky.
On ordinary nights, the lights on these towering buildings blazed brightly, their neon signs shimmering.
They gave the city a dreamlike quality.
But tonight, at 7:50, the lights across the entire city suddenly went out.
Even the streetlights went dark.
The headlights of every car on the road went dark, too.
Every building, from ten-meter houses to ten-thousand-meter skyscrapers, was plunged into darkness.
The darkness lasted for about a minute.
Then, at the heart of the city,
a colossal Golden Trophy suddenly lit up.
While the surrounding city remained shrouded in darkness, the 350-meter-tall Golden Trophy appeared out of nowhere, leaving the pedestrians on the streets utterly stunned.
A couple saw the giant golden cup suddenly emerge in the night sky, and they exclaimed in unison:
"Oh my God, that's incredible!"
"Absolutely! It feels like a golden cup bestowed by God upon the greatest player in the world."
"If you put it that way, then I'd say this cup was made especially for Wang Yi."