I Really Am Not a Second-Generation Rich

Yao Ming had no reason to lie to Tang Tian. Lin Huanyu probably said that only because he did not like being called a second-generation rich.

After all, in this day and age, the meanings of many words had changed. Things like "profound and extensive," "the sun three poles high," and "a husband for all" had all been given new meanings.

Second-generation rich had originally been a neutral term, though it carried a somewhat derogatory undertone.

"Hello, I'm Tang Tian."

Tang Tian smiled as he held out his hand to Lin Huanyu.

After shaking hands and exchanging greetings, the three of them sat down on opposite sides of the coffee table.

After sitting down, Tang Tian gave Lin Huanyu another look.

He was curious about why Yao Ming had suddenly brought a second-generation rich over.

This was not something he had asked Yao Ming for, and honestly, since he played in America, he had no need to know wealthy people back home. Their worlds did not overlap.

Yao Ming knew what Tang Tian was wondering. After chatting for a bit, he got to the point.

"I want to pilot the construction of new basketball schools in China, and I'm also preparing to establish a CBA draft system, turning basketball into a profession."

Yao Ming's words immediately piqued Tang Tian's interest.

Chinese Basketball was weak not merely because of the yellow race's physical traits. More importantly, there was a problem with the basketball system—or rather, the lack of one.

And that so-called lack of a system meant there was no proper path toward professionalism.

To put it bluntly, when Americans played basketball, they had a goal. They knew they had a chance to make it to the NBA.

From middle school to high school to college, there was also a highly