Chapter 62

After Marion angrily and resentfully stormed off, the Heat players couldn't help but burst into laughter. If Marion's accusation that Yang Mo's penis was small was just a baseless claim, then the fact that Marion's own was small was a well-established fact, after all, everyone had seen that little worm with their own eyes.

Seeing the chaos among the players, Pat Riley walked over with a stern face and asked, "What's going on? What are you laughing about?"

"Nothing," everyone was unwilling to tell Pat Riley about this amusing incident. Unconsciously, they had started to see Yang Mo as one of their own. If Pat Riley found out, he would definitely fine Yang Mo again.

"The team bus will be here soon. Hurry up and pack your things, and gather downstairs in ten minutes." After saying this, Pat Riley turned and walked away.

Ten minutes later, everyone had boarded the bus except for Marion. Pat Riley had the staff urge him several times before Marion finally walked onto the bus with his head down, carrying a bag. He then sat at the very back, feeling as if everyone was mocking him. He felt like he was being isolated.

Actually, no one was isolating him. It was just that his small penis didn't affect their normal interactions. No one would use their penis to speak. Besides, the size of his penis wasn't something he could control. At most, people would mock him a little in their hearts.

From a subconscious perspective, Marion was very insecure, which was why he desperately wanted to dominate others. In the past, he might have been able to suppress others through his seniority or skills, but he had met Yang Mo, who was completely unafraid. Yang Mo had a proud and defiant personality, 'Don't f**k with me, you f**king nobody,' which was related to his upbringing.

So, when Marion confronted him, tragedy was inevitable. The first time, he left Marion with a face full of bruises. The second time, he exposed Marion's greatest flaw to his teammates. This caused him immense psychological trauma, and it was uncertain whether he could recover. Whenever he faced his teammates, he always subconsciously wondered if they were mocking him.

In the long run, this would inevitably affect his performance on the court.

For Yang Mo, this was a very favorable situation. If Marion was out of commission, his rise would be smoother.

The bus took the Heat from New Jersey to New York, and after checking into the hotel, Yang Mo hadn't even had time to lie down in his room when Dwyane Wade knocked on the door and came in. With a smile, he said to Yang Mo, "Dude, you're pretty fierce. I just saw Shawn crying."

"He shouldn't have provoked me," Yang Mo shrugged, showing no sympathy.

Dwyane Wade really liked this kid, Yang Mo. Although at first he didn't understand why Pat Riley would use the eighth pick on an unknown Chinese player, after the scandal, he began to change his view. He liked players who could stir things up.

"Ha, I bet it won't be long before Shawn asks for a trade," Dwyane Wade said with a relaxed expression, seemingly not at all saddened by Shawn Marion's potential departure.

"That would be even better. He won't have to see me every day, and I won't have to see him. It's good for everyone."

"Agreed." Dwyane nodded, then looked Yang Mo up and down and said, "Your clothes are too plain. Come on, I'll introduce you to two great designers to create some amazing outfits for you. Tonight, we'll shine at JAY-Z's place."

"Alright," Yang Mo nodded, not refusing.

As the team leader, Dwyane Wade only needed to inform the coach if he wanted to go out, no need to ask for leave, a privilege of being a superstar, which made Yang Mo quite envious.

Dwyane Wade drove his sports car and took Yang Mo to meet two designers, who immediately designed several outfits for him. Yang Mo was already quite handsome, and with the new clothes, his style was elevated several notches. Dwyane Wade was very satisfied: "Great, this time we'll definitely shine, showing everyone the power of our Miami duo."

When it came time to pay, Dwyane Wade took out his card and even lectured Yang Mo, who was about to pay, "I'm taking you out, why would you pay? You're my little brother, isn't it my duty to take care of you?"

Dwyane Wade was so generous, almost boasting that he wasn't short of money.

Yang Mo could only accept it. After all, Wade earned a few million dollars a year, so this amount wasn't a big deal.

After getting Yang Mo a few outfits, Dwyane took him to buy a diamond-encrusted watch. When Yang Mo saw the bill, he couldn't help but shudder. Fifty thousand dollars, which was over three hundred thousand RMB, enough to buy a two-bedroom apartment in Donghua, a third-tier city.

But Dwyane Wade didn't even blink, and instead earnestly told Yang Mo, "A man doesn't need a fancy car, but he must have a good watch. A watch is a man's face, understand?"

Yang Mo wanted to say he didn't understand, as fifty thousand dollars could buy a Land Rover or a BMW in the U.S., but he just nodded and said, "Oh."

"What else do you need? I'll buy it all for you today. Things are much cheaper in New York than in Miami," Dwyane Wade said.

Yang Mo was deeply moved. "Bro, you're too good to me. We've barely spoken twenty words, and you've already spent almost eighty thousand dollars on me, and you want to buy more... No, I have everything I need. Thank you so much."

Yang Mo quickly declined. Chinese people value relationships, and with such a big favor from Dwyane Wade, how could he repay it in the future?

"Alright, let's leave it at that. By the way, I see you drive a used SUV to training every day. I have a few idle sports cars in my garage. When we get back to Miami, take one," Dwyane said very generously.

Yang Mo was at a loss for words. He now understood how players who earned a few hundred million dollars in their careers ended up bankrupt. Spending like this, even a few billion dollars could be squandered in a few years.

The stereotype that black people don't manage money well, which Yang Mo had thought was a joke, now made sense to him. It was the truth.

After shopping, Wade took Yang Mo for a tour of the city. Yang Mo followed Wade like a country bumpkin, constantly exclaiming "Wow, wow" at the sights. This made Dwyane Wade's vanity extremely satisfied. He enjoyed Yang Mo's ignorance because it made him seem very fashionable, and he loved this sense of vanity and achievement.

As night fell, Dwyane Wade drove to the wealthy district of Long Island, where there was a grand party at JAY-Z's house.

On the way, Yang Mo was slightly nervous: "What should I say to Beyoncé? Will I meet other celebrities? Will Tom Cruise be there..."

Yang Mo was anxious because he didn't understand the social circles of these high-profile European and American stars, and now Dwyane Wade was taking him into that world.

[Second update delivered, please recommend and collect. Guess if Yang Mo will curse a female star with "F**K YOU!" at the party.]

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