The Old Man Beats His Son

During halftime, they had scheduled a long series of performances and other entertainment.

The one that delighted Chinese fans the most was the lion dance.

Several lions leaped and danced exuberantly across the court, and all the fans watching the game found it fascinating.

Of course, Xiao Hua had arranged it on purpose.

It wasn't because he liked Chinese culture, nor was it for any other reason.

It was all for one thing: money.

The guy was a typical businessman.

For profit, he'd suck up to anyone.

Now that he'd seen Wang Yi's performance, he was sucking up to him in every way he could, all for the enormous China market behind him.

He'd even demanded that many teams—especially popular ones like the Warriors and Lakers—include Chinese elements at their games.

For example, Chinese characters on their jerseys and team names;

Chinese elements in the pregame light show;

and Chinese-themed performances at halftime.

But because of the Mo Gou incident, relations between China's government and the NBA had never improved.

Until Mo Gou apologized and Xiao Hua apologized, there was no chance of reconciliation.

Mo Gou was a dog to begin with, so let's set him aside.

As a businessman, Xiao Hua had long wanted to apologize for the sake of profit.

But if he did, he figured he wouldn't be able to stay in the United States.

So all he could do was try to show goodwill toward China in every other way.

The lion dance ended, and the two teams took the court for the third quarter.

Wang Yi looked at Doug of the Heat, a trace of amusement on his face.

With every step Doug took, pain shot through his toes, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to walk over to Wang Yi.

Their eyes