When Wang Yi heard about Zhang Qi, he couldn't help feeling deeply moved. Zhang Qi had been the smartest of all of them, and he should have been the most successful, too.
Now he was hauling bricks at a construction site.
It really was a sad thought.
Still, the guy was willing to haul bricks at a construction site rather than ask him for money.
And they'd been so close back then.
But after thinking it over, Wang Yi understood.
When he'd been struggling to make it in the NBA, he had called Zhang Qi and asked to borrow money.
Zhang Qi hadn't lent him any. He'd only said he had no money.
So now, he was probably too embarrassed to ask Wang Yi for a loan.
In fact, Wang Yi had also learned from their classmates that when he'd hit his lowest point, Zhang Qi had been at his lowest, too.
Zhang Qi had just gone bankrupt, and his father had just been diagnosed with an illness.
He'd barely been able to keep himself afloat, let alone lend money to someone else. But now that Wang Yi knew what had happened, of course he would help him out.
But helping someone was a delicate matter.
It didn't mean simply handing them money.
The timing had to be right.
Wang Yi stayed home for a week. During that time, he still ran ten kilometers each morning and did some light recovery exercises. In the afternoons, he strolled through the fields with Nicole.
Both Nicole and Wang Yi loved the peaceful countryside. They chatted with Third Uncle about this year's harvest and asked Second Grandpa how the apples were doing.
They talked with Fifth Auntie about how the corn was growing.
The older men and women, uncles and aunties, were all