Generation Z Artists

Chapter 231 "A Letter to Some Citizens"

Writing the article didn't take much effort.

But when they were about to send it out, Sister Wang, Sister Zhao, and Aunt Chen were all shocked.

Chen Danya said tactfully, "Xinghe, why are you suddenly so intense? Isn't that unnecessary..."

Wang Yali retorted angrily: "Don't be ridiculous! Are you going to argue with the entire nation? Do you even want to live a normal life?"

Zhao Chunhua was very objective: "We can publish the article, but I must remind you of the consequences—the pressure that follows will be terrifying to an unprecedented degree."

Yes, Fang Xinghe, this potential madman, is no longer planning to criticize public intellectuals. Instead, he plans to launch a massive attack, saturating and covering all those who are theoretically Chinese and genuinely believe they must continue to bring glory to the country.

This level of madness is unprecedented and may never be seen again.

But he glanced at the Starlight panel and replied with a smile, "It's nothing, just swearing. Life goes on."

What's actually in the panel?
The number of powdery residues in China has plummeted to 5000 million, while the number of powdery residues worldwide is close to 5 million.

This is a number that is extremely contrary to the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

On the bright side, he is already at the top level in the idol field. Dane's fan base is only this level. Only a few people, such as Queen, Michael Jackson, and Leonardo DiCaprio at his peak, have a fan base that can exceed 10 billion.

On the negative side, the dissatisfaction among Chinese people towards him has accumulated to an extremely exaggerated level, far less than the support from foreign fans.

A distant fragrance smudges, a close-up stench?

Not at all.

The more important reason is that Fang Xinghe gave too much and asked for too little, which made too many Chinese people's appetites too big, to the point that they felt that it was only natural for Fang Xinghe to contribute to the country.

There's a rough but simple saying among the 13 ugly people, and it's quite true—

"You've already donated so much money, what's wrong with playing some more for the country?"

Ordinary people felt it made sense, but they thought Fang Xinghe's refusal to be called up by the national basketball team was very selfish and disgusting.

Do you think your brother Fang will tolerate this?

Since they're all so arrogant, let's not hold back and give them a good scolding, then see who gets the satisfaction and who breaks down.

Anyway, my buddy's domestic powder has run out of residue, so he's just treating this as a new round of purification.

Level 1 powder buildup: 5.4 million

Tier 2 Midfielder: 2025 million

Level 3 die-hard fans: 512 million

Level 4 Frenzy: 135 million

Level 5 Belief: 100888
Starlight Value: 20.2 billion

Star Value: 0
Aside from the incorrect amount of powder and some loss of the core, the advanced data is thriving.

Looking across the country, if you include the entire 40-year history of the Chinese entertainment industry, there is no rival. So why should I be afraid of you?
send!
At Fang Xinghe's insistence, Beijing Youth Daily, Jilin Daily, and Xinmin Daily simultaneously published Fang the Madman's latest article.

On the day the newspaper was published, everyone was silent!
After a day of preparation, chaos erupted throughout the land!
……

After careful consideration, Fang Xinghe changed the title of the article to "A Letter to Some Citizens".

The first-person perspective, like storytelling, has brought a strong, immersive, and wonderful experience to many people...

【I. Integration】

Many friends are curious about the NBA, and consequently, about my relationship and feelings with my Wizards teammates—just colleagues.

At the beginning of the season, Ms. Wang Yali was very worried about my situation: "I've heard that the NBA is particularly xenophobic. Are you integrating smoothly?"

I corrected them, saying, "It's them who integrate into me, and I decide whether things go smoothly or not."

My friends didn't understand, so in late October last year, I invited my acting teacher Feng Yuanzheng, my literary friends Yu Hua and Shi Tiesheng, my media friends Chen Danya and Wang Yali, and more than 20 others to watch a game at the Wizards' home arena and also to observe a team practice.

Since then, they have stopped worrying about it.

Actually, I don't remember the details of that training match very well, because every match was pretty much the same—a rigorous and realistic tactical run, those who did well were praised, and those who didn't were insulted about their IQ, their mothers, and even their reproductive organs.

Doug was in charge of the praise, I was in charge of the criticism, and Jordan was in charge of the greetings.

We each performed our duties and managed the prodigy in an orderly manner.

II. Power

The power structure of NBA teams has never been the traditional pyramid shape.

Team owner, team president, team head coach, team superstar, team veteran, team rookie – who has the highest status?

Not necessarily.

Each team has a completely different power structure.

For example, in the Miami Heat and the Cowboys, the core of power is President Riley and President Bird.

In San Antonio, the power center is head coach Gregg Popovich.

In Zijin Lake, power is fragmented, shared by multiple individuals, and in a dynamic balance.

And for the Wizards, the core of power is naturally Jordan and me.

We held different kinds of authority, and it took us a whole season to go from opposition to conflict to tacit understanding.

Danzi's status in the team's locker room is unmatched, including mine.

For example, if he played a good game today, he'd be very happy and wave his hand, saying, "Let's go clubbing and have a blast until tomorrow morning!"

Even if there's another match tomorrow night, even if they plan to each have three or four dancers around them, drinking and indulging in debauchery, I won't raise any objections.

This is Jordan's power; he can offer any reward he feels like, and the players can't refuse.

Of course, except for me.

I won't go. In terms of revelry and debauchery, I'm completely out of place with them and have never been friends with them.

But if I don't play well the next day, then it will be time for me to show my power.

In the next one or two practice games, I will scrutinize their actions with the most stringent standards: positioning, pick-and-roll, shooting, boxing out, rebounding...

If any problem arises, they have to stand before me, trembling with fear.

III. Source

Jordan's power comes from his status as the god of basketball.

He is revered as a god not because he won the most championships, but because he truly impressed an entire generation and achieved unparalleled success.

When this achievement is combined with his role as team president and future shareholder, he naturally gains control over the locker room, coaching staff, and management.

As for me, my source of power is not natural.

I obtained everything by robbing.

Initially, my teammates were wary and afraid of me.

When Robinson first arrived, he was a troublemaker. He once made a bluffing threat: "If you want to mess with me, you've got the wrong person! When I lived in the slums, I experienced a gunfight every three days!"

That's hilarious.

But I didn't laugh.

I simply told him patiently, "As long as you don't intend to offend me, I allow you to make mistakes. There are many ways to conquer, and I won't easily take action against my teammates."

Because of my promise and my willingness to keep it, they gradually became more relaxed.

About a week later, Hamilton approached me and asked, "Your kung fu is really cool. Are there many people like you in China?"

I told him clearly, "There are many people who practice kung fu, but there are probably not many who are as strong as me."

He nodded thoughtfully and replied, "I guessed so. The way you took down those guys was like something out of a movie, you know? Actually, we're quite afraid of you."

“That’s right,” Tyronn Lue chuckled as he added, “There are quite a few team leaders in the league who bully their teammates. I had that concern at first too, but you’re a good person.”

I didn't respond, so they quietly walked away and continued their training.

There are two kinds of goodwill toward others in this world—

One type is those who possess military force but do not use it.

One type is non-threatening and greets people with a smile.

I was the first type, so even though I never played with them and rarely joked around, they still respected me a lot and cherished every bit of encouragement I gave them.

There is no need to deny that force is the basis of my power.

Of course, it is not at the core of my power.

My core of power is higher, broader, and more aggressive than that.

IV. Seizure of Power

In the first scrimmage, Jordan intentionally showed me his power.

From the moment he entered the locker room, he greeted each player loudly, introduced the new members to his old teammates, and warned them that they must respect him.

Everyone was so obedient.

Immediately afterwards, he told the management team who came to inspect the stadium: "Hey, don't come to the stadium with such fanfare in the future, nobody wants to see you!"

The management team smiled sheepishly and assured them that they were just there to take a look and would not interfere in anything.

After that, he greeted the coaching staff and gave Doug a warm hug.

"Thank you for coming! With your help, I am full of confidence for this season!"

Doug responded with unwavering determination: "Confidence? We have it too. Your comeback has filled the entire United States with confidence."

Amidst joyful laughter, everyone remained united, from top to bottom.

Every glance that stealthily fell upon me seemed to be mixed with sympathy, pity, and mockery.

They were as if asking: See? On the Wizards, you're the only one excluded. There's no place for you in the center of power, even though you're this year's number one draft pick, it doesn't matter!
As for me, I ignored everyone and didn't try to win anyone over.

I simply held out my hand to Doug before the tactical drill: "Give me the tactical board, then stand back. All you have to do is one thing—applaud us after the drill!"

Doug froze for two seconds, then subconsciously looked at Jordan.

I immediately snapped, "Don't look at him! Look at me! Don't you even know your own level? I decided on the lineup and tactics. Do you expect Michael to give you the right answers?!"

Danzi's face turned ashen, but she did not refute him.

He certainly wanted to run the triangle offense, but I rejected that stupid tactic a month ago.

This is what I negotiated with him at the time: "If you don't agree, then don't fucking sign a contract with me!"

I have money, I can afford the penalty for breach of contract, and I don't care whether I can play in the NBA or not, so the negotiations were very friendly and successful.

They swallowed their anger and gave me the right to assemble the team.

Now, they've reluctantly given me the tactics board again.

Doug raised his hand and stepped aside: "OK, OK, for now, I'll go with your tactics."

I seized power smoothly using the most brutal methods.

Since that day, Danzi's complexion has never improved; I made his performance a joke.

[V. Discrimination?]

My relationship with Jordan became more and more strained every day.

In his view, my repeated provocations were extremely disrespectful to him, so after we officially became teammates, he began to frequently invite me to a one-on-one match after training.

To be honest, in short games, I lose more than I win.

Sometimes when he's really into a game, he'll trash talk me: "Hey, China, is this all you're capable of?"

"China Fang" was the special way he addressed me during that period.

With a complex mix of resentment and anger—I'm not sure if there's any discrimination against China involved.

This is too difficult to judge because so many people are saying things like, "It's crazy, I can't believe that Mike would lose to a Chinese person in a one-on-one match."

Similar sentiments were heard everywhere, including within the Wizards team.

It doesn't seem to be discriminatory; it's just stating a fact.

It also seems to harbor deep-seated prejudice, as if the Chinese are simply not meant to win.

If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that this is perfectly normal.

Throughout the league's history, only three Chinese players have appeared out of thousands of players, all of whom joined the NBA in 01 and have no historical connection to the league.

Chinese people are only good at playing table tennis, not basketball. That's the truth about the NBA.

I broke this mindset, so they were shocked, doubtful, and unconvinced, and naturally and logically labeled me with the most representative tags.

But I don't like this title.

Because I cannot accept their symbolic understanding.

VI. Symbols

From the very beginning, I have been a symbol of China in the NBA.

When they see me, they will think of Chinese Kung Fu, Chinese basketball, Chinese literature, and the pinnacle of Chinese youth.

I'm not the only Chinese player, but I'm strong enough, and that's what Americans recognize.

Thus, I am symbolized in many contexts.

Most of the time, I like this simple output, where whenever my iconic face appears on the screen, Americans are reminded of China.

It carries a touch of distant mystery, giving rise to some beautiful fantasies, and becoming a kind of understanding that doesn't require much thought.

But I don't like the way players and media in the league refer to me as "China Fang".

These two are neither in conflict nor contradictory.

When my face became a symbol, ordinary Americans connected me with China, and through me, developed a sense of goodwill and curiosity about their homeland.

But when my nickname is "China Fang," it implies a sense of superiority, an unspoken prejudice.

So one day, when Jordan called me that again, I suddenly turned on him.

“You can call me Brother, Baby, Honey, or even Daddy, but if you dare to put my nationality and last name together again, I’ll break your legs.”

Danzi was utterly astonished: "Hey, bro, I didn't mean any harm! Why are you being so sensitive?"

"I'm not sensitive."

I stepped forward and blocked his face: "I just don't like how you say the word 'Chinese' in a joking tone. Don't fucking make yourself miserable, OK?"

"But that's the most valuable label you have!"

Jordan angrily retorted, "Even if I don't shout, can you control the media and the fans?"

"That's my problem."

I stood my ground and confronted him head-on.

“I will take care of them one by one. Right now, you are number one.”

"Fcuk! OK, I'll wait and see!"

Jordan slammed the basketball away and stormed off in a huff.

Starting the next day, he did stop referring to me as the Chinese Fang, but the media still used me as a symbol at certain times.

Every time the words "China" appear in the news, Jordan gives me a cold sneer.

7. Arrogance

No one—the management, the coaching staff, my Black teammates, or even my American all-stars—could understand my aversion to the term "Chinese side."

Later I discovered that Chinese people didn't understand either; they even took pride in it.

But what is the essence of this title?
They have no understanding of China and assume that my motherland is a poor, ignorant, chaotic, and backward place.

In such an "uncivilized world," such a powerful basketball genius was born, so they were shocked, so they were overjoyed, and so they began to claim credit.

USA Today once wrote: "The light of American freedom shines on that dark land, nurturing one miraculous flower after another, and China is an outstanding representative of them..."

The NBA column in Sports Weekly also wrote: "The NBA's globalization strategy has brought that barren land the opportunity to open its eyes to the world. Hope is born from aspirations, which in turn has promoted the gathering of talents like Fang from China to the league. The greatness of the basketball hall of fame is beyond doubt."

Even my base, The Washington Post, has repeatedly used me for political purposes.

Specific details will be omitted.

Edward Huang, my number one fan in the Washington media, described his fervent desire this way: "I don't like China, but I absolutely adore Fang, and I can't wait to see him become an American citizen and stay in Washington forever, becoming a symbol of this city..."

I don't understand why so many Chinese people feel excited and proud about these remarks; I only feel humiliated.

Every appearance of "China Fang" carries a condescending view of China.

They praise me while belittling the place where I was born and raised, thus achieving a completely individualistic heroic narrative.

Finally, I would say that the driving force behind my personal struggles is the American Dream.

That's fucking disgusting.

I decided to solve it my way.

[VIII. Turning Point]

The Christmas Day game was a major turning point for the Wizards and for me personally.

My first turning point in the NBA was that brawl—I beat up a whole group of them all by myself.

The second turning point was the open one-on-one tournament, where I used a grinding tactic to wear down Jordan.

The third turning point happened within the team when I took the tactical board from Doug.

The Christmas Day game was the fourth major turning point. We won that game purely through tactics, proving to the outside world that I was absolutely right, and at the same time establishing my absolute authority at the tactical level.

After the game, some idiots in China sourly said that I played poorly and that the victory was entirely due to my teammates.

But they had no idea how sensational this game was in the United States, let alone understand the power I gained because of this victory.

During the post-match interview, I clearly informed the media present—

"Listen, if you want to conduct a proper interview with me, don't give me random nicknames. I only recognize two names: Fang or SR, understand?"

They answered in unison that they understood, but they did not keep all their promises.

I punished those media outlets that paid lip service but acted insincerely, stripping them of their right to conduct interviews, but that was still not enough.

Because of my high value, even without directly interviewing me, some media outlets can still use me to write articles and profit from it.

So I decided to give each other a "cooling-off period".

[Nine, losing streaks and winning streaks]

Since Christmas, the Wizards have been on a winning streak.

Then, at the crucial moment when we were aiming for the top spot in the league, I took a month-long leave to go back to China to film a movie.

Many people criticized me for this, but I don't hold a grudge against them. The Wizards immediately went on a losing streak, and Danzi almost ruined his kidneys, putting on his most ferocious individual attack since 96, yet still couldn't secure a win.

When I returned to the team, we first defeated the Nets and then faced the top three teams in the West. We used a winning streak to return to the playoffs.

This is my fifth major turning point. Fans all over the world have realized that the Wizards are completely different teams with me and without me.

I am the sole core of this genius team, the irreplaceable absolute master.

More importantly, a full month after losing me, those stupid media outlets finally realized that my greatest value could only come from myself.

As a result, opportunities to interview me directly and obtain my authorization for information release have become increasingly precious.

Finally, I tamed the American media and completely resolved the nonsensical term "China's side".

They started addressing me as: Your Excellency Commander.

【10. Let's talk about power again】

At the start of the season, Jordan had complete control over the management, coaching staff, and locker room.

Pauline is Dan's sycophant, the vice president is completely obedient to Dan, Doug is an old friend that Dan brought back, and the players respect the basketball god but also fear President Jordan.

At that time, I could only use threats as my only bargaining chip.

I immediately wrested the tactical customization rights from Doug.

After that, I established complete control of the court through a series of victories.

Finally, during the month I left the team, the Wizards' market value declined, sponsors suffered losses, and the market shrank, which made the management clearly see my enormous commercial value.

After I returned to the team, the management and coaching staff naturally stood behind me, and I became the de facto number one player for the Wizards.

This power struggle, fought without bloodshed, lasted throughout the regular season.

When did it end?

The moment I officially announced my retirement.

11. The NBA doesn't believe in sincerity.

Too many people have overly naive hopes and idealistic views about the NBA, but I must tell you that it is just a business league.

Business alliances, money is everything.

And each person's position in the power structure determines their ultimate gain.

The league's best player, the team's leader, a legend, an All-Star starter, an important rotation player... each has its own value and benefits.

As the core player of the 01 season's double MVP and championship team, I am the de facto number one player in the league this season.

But if I hadn't decided to retire early, the league wouldn't have been in such a hurry to award me the MVP.

They would say, "You're only a rookie. Although your stats and team performance are good enough, you should still take two more years to develop your skills."

Why two years?

Because Jordan will retire in two years, the OK team will collapse, and I can take over.

But my honeymoon period with Jordan won't last two years. Next season will be the beginning of all the good things fading away and a complete mess starting.

How should the release strategy, design focus, and operation cycle of the Galaxy II and AJ be balanced?

To what extent will the bias towards local sponsorships provoke a backlash from fans?
How should power within a team be transferred?

As my reputation in Washington continues to grow, whose team are the Wizards anyway?
"Child, don't be so naive. This place doesn't belong to us, but it certainly can't be yours."

That was the night I was given tactical command, and Jordan gave me that warning in person. At that moment, his expression was so meaningful.

The simple word "here" contains so much.

On the night I decided to retire, I responded to Jordan with a special remark.

"Old man, your sky is only as big as the opening of a well."

We've had many conversations, some pleasant and some unpleasant, but this one truly cemented our championship title.

Jordan remained silent for a long time, then suddenly hugged me before leaving.

"Perhaps you are right, you have earned my complete respect, Commander."

In the Finals, Dan did the most dirty work and hard work, only acting recklessly in the last game, going one-on-one with Kobe a few times.

After the game, Danzi remarked to me, "Playing against Kobe was more difficult for me than playing against you. Next year, I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him at all. The OK duo is truly terrifying."

I replied, "Next year? There won't be any OK combination next year."

"Huh?! But their contract..."

"A contract is a contract, and cooperation is cooperation. Kobe is determined to take the lead; they don't have your luck."

Jordan understood and let out a long sigh.

"Yes, I'm lucky, but not everyone is so lucky. That's the NBA. You saw it coming sooner than I did."

We put aside all our differences, chatted calmly, and acknowledged each other's contributions.

We talked about the league, the United States, basketball, business, and finally returned to the world of basketball, to power, and the struggle for power.

This is the NBA, a purely commercial league where the eternal pursuit of status and value will keep everyone involved engaged in endless battles.

I don't mind fighting, but I don't like the NBA.

Because the essence of this struggle is to fight for scraps of meat that were originally intended for the lower-class Black people, under someone else's rules.

The more you win, the more you will be hated.

Until all the backlash came at once, and like Michael Jackson, he became a demon hanging on the judgment block.

Unless, of course, I'm willing to cooperate in promoting the American Dream.

But that is actually impossible.

My dream doesn't resonate with any American.

【12. The American Dream】

During my year playing basketball in the United States, there were always some people who would frequently bombard me with a strange term.

The American Dream.

The standard interpretation of the American Dream in its broadest sense is—

In the United States, regardless of background, social class, or race, everyone has the belief and possibility to achieve success, prosperity, and a better life through personal effort (especially hard work, courage, determination, and wisdom).

It sounded so legitimate, wonderful, and fair that even my agent, Charlie Wang, couldn't understand: "Isn't your success the standard propaganda template of the American Dream? Why do you always resist promoting it? It doesn't do us any harm..."

Yes, it did me no harm.

However, it is extremely harmful to those unintelligent fools in the country.

Because the idealized American Dream has always existed only in propaganda; it is a slogan serving politics, not a reality that can actually be achieved.

Its core element is "equal opportunity".

However, the very foundation of everything, equal opportunity, is the worst lie ever told.

Throughout my life, no matter where I go, I have never been at a disadvantage in terms of "equal opportunity".

With a face like this, why should I have the same opportunities as you?

I can figure out all the NBA rules and regulations in a week, so why should I have the same opportunities as you?

In a League where 9% are Black and 1% are White, I own an extremely rare Prestige skin. Why should I have the same opportunities as you?

I come here to help the poor with my own fans and my own artist aura. Why should I have the same opportunities as you?

Many people criticized me for not deserving this year's MVP, and they are right. I did inform the league in advance of my plan to retire after winning the championship, which is why the league and media were so eager to elevate me to godlike status.

Many people believe I am the undisputed MVP this year, and they are right. If I don't win this award, the NBA will face tremendous pressure when I announce my retirement.

So, who exactly thinks that Duncan and I are competing for this trophy on an "equal footing"?

Seriously, go get your brain checked.

The American Dream does exist, but its true meaning is to ignore the various inequalities in society, stop complaining, give full play to personal initiative, and climb up the social ladder by any means necessary.

The moment you succeed, you become the best embodiment of the American Dream.

Actually, I really like this kind of rule. It can fully protect the reputation and property of capital, the powerful, the strong, the handsome, and the ruthless at the bottom.

By carefully packaging the bloody path to success with a dream, gaining widespread social admiration, and casually donating some money, the original sin is no longer seen as a sin, but rather as an individual's struggle in adversity.

But there's one special clause in these rules that applies to me, which makes things very complicated.

【13. Skin】

It's still Hamilton.

During the championship parade, he mustered up his courage and asked me, very confused, "Fang, why don't you want to be our friend? You know we respect you from the bottom of our hearts, is it because we don't deserve it?"

"Do not."

I held out my arm to him: "It's because of the skin."

My skin was a translucent, jade-like white, while his arms had a dark, oily sheen.

Hamilton stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly began to defend himself.

“Listen, Fang, I have never been a racist. I don’t have that kind of bad habit. My respect for you has absolutely nothing to do with what country you are from…”

"I know, of course I know."

I interrupted his explanation and then told him the truth.

"You won't, because you're a beneficiary of following me, and the other Wizards won't either, for the same reason."

But do you know how many Black brothers' interests were harmed while the entire Wizards benefited because of me?

Don't just focus on the players; think about everything that supports the entire league, or even the entire federation.

Do you still think skin isn't a big problem?

Xiao Han was deeply shocked; his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

This poor child was almost scared out of his wits by me.

With a mischievous urge, I asked him another question.

"You should know that Iverson is widely regarded as a hero among working-class Black people, but Kobe is not yet as well-received by your compatriots. Why?"
Also, why don't you guess what percentage of my fans are Black in Washington, D.C.?

"At least 40%!"

The answer came out without hesitation; he seemed to genuinely believe I had that kind of influence.

But the truth is...

"Only 11.2%."

I told him the correct number, then patted him on the shoulder and said a few cruel things.

"So I can't be friends with you."

From a practical standpoint, if I get too close to you, the proud citizens of Washington will look down on me, which will affect my interests and cause me to build hundreds fewer primary schools in my homeland.

If I want to develop my career in the United States in the long term, I should befriend Rockefeller, Clinken, and Byron.

The former can lead me to the table of capital.

The person in the middle can help me monetize my fans through multiple channels.

The latter will win me a lot of goodwill from the central states.

But they all didn't want to see me getting too close to the black guys.

From your perspective, if you show me too much respect, you'll be seen as a traitor by the lower-class Black people, a lackey of the elite, and a watchdog for the yellow-skinned monkeys.

Of course, you may not care, and actually, I don't care either.

I just find it troublesome, and I can't get along with you guys or have any meaningful conversations with you.

I really confused him. Hamilton is a very kind-hearted black man, born into a middle-class family, and doesn't have as many ulterior motives as a stray dog ​​like me.

Finally, I laughed and pushed him away.

"Hey, listen, I'm not like you guys. I'm a homeless stray dog. I don't have one in China, and I certainly don't have one in America."

I don't want to waste my emotions and energy trying to figure out who is sincere and who is not.

I have no desire to kneel down and become someone's slave, exchanging flattering loyalty for superficially equal treatment.

Therefore, living in an environment with similar skin color and values ​​is the best way to solve these problems.

America? To hell with America!
I'm not going to waste my time here!
Don't treat me as a friend, you just need to always respect me, understand?

Hamilton nodded dejectedly, almost bursting into tears.

But I guess he didn't really understand.

Who can truly understand Da Meili?
There are only three groups: energy groups, military-industrial complexes, and financial capital.

Hamilton, Jordan, and I are not among them.

【14. Better to Return Home】

My desire to return home grows stronger every day.

I conquered the highest laurel in the NBA, leading the veteran Dan to his seventh championship as the absolute core commander, and pioneering a space basketball system that transcended the times.

I left my legend and carved out my own territory on this land that does not belong to people of Asian descent.

But America is not my ideal place, for reasons I do not know.

I believe it's time to retire gracefully; this is the best opportunity.

I know there will be many idiots who disagree with my ideas, but I really didn't expect there to be so many.

Nearly 60% of Chinese people believe that I have shirked my responsibilities.

This is ridiculous. What do you guys even know about responsibility?

Essentially, this whole thing is like me going on a rampage in the NBA with Curry, and you guys just picking up the scraps. You all got into it and enjoyed the ride.

Now that I can no longer enjoy it, I feel extremely annoyed and my defenses are completely broken, so I'm starting to hold people accountable.

Let's be honest with each other. Don't use responsibility as an excuse, and I won't play games with you. I'll just tell you the most objective truth.

1. It is not my responsibility to establish myself in the NBA. Whoever needs this honor should take on the responsibility.

2. Winning the World Championship is not my responsibility. Whoever spent the country's money should bear the consequences.

3. It's not my responsibility to satisfy you. You have to go to a prostitute or gigolo and hand over the payment yourself before they're obligated to make you feel good.

Don't get angry yet, there's more to come—

Some media outlets, led by the "Nanfang" group, get so excited they tremble every time they reprint a report with the title "China's Side." The label I've tried so hard to remove is enough to give you an orgasm just by looking at it.

What kind of spirit is this?
When people praise me, you always manage to generalize to all Chinese people, and then zoom out to yourself, as if you've been recognized by your American daddy, making you feel as sweet as if you've eaten honey.

With each contraction and expansion, a sense of pride arises spontaneously.

Forgive my bluntness, but this is an illness, and it needs treatment.

The championship banner I won flies above the Wizards' home arena, my journey is recorded in the NBA's official archives, and the championship ring is on my own hand. None of this has anything to do with you, so why are you making such a fuss?
As a player, I only see the NBA as a business league, a stage for showmanship.

You, as a group of onlookers, are so genuinely emotional, almost wanting to elevate it to the level of national history, creating an empty climax. How come you are more sensitive and easily aroused than Fang Tonghui?
Listen to me, hurry downstairs and see if there's a phone number for a traditional Chinese medicine doctor on the utility pole. Consult them if needed, and get the medicine if necessary. If this illness is left untreated, it can easily lead to infertility.

Smart people treat the NBA like a circus, enjoying it for a bit of fun and that's it.

But you guys are something else. With just a little bit of encouragement, you immediately took on the great responsibility of the rise of Chinese basketball.

The issue is……

Can you take the burden yourselves and not push it onto me?

As a non-government orphan who donated all my endorsement income, what do I owe you?!

Today, I want to solemnly inform all the citizens who harbor resentment towards me because of this matter—

The awesome one has always been me, not Chinese basketball, not Chinese people, and certainly not you.

I allow you to be happy, I allow you to enjoy yourself, so that you can happily eat some meat skewers and drink a couple of beers after get off work.

I won't allow you to piggyback on my work. Once an article is published, you'll be fuming at home, and no matter how loudly you curse, you can only listen to yourselves.

Similarly, this applies to the NBA, Washington, and even to the entire American society.

They have always respected only me, the commander Fang Xinghe who conquered the NBA, not all Chinese people, and certainly not any of you.

There's one point: your ideas are too idealistic, while reality is particularly cruel—my humble self can only bring about extremely limited improvement to the situation of Chinese people.

Despite the Wizards' championship win, the Chinese community in Washington did not receive a promotion or raise.

Chinese restaurants in the Bay Area did not lose a single penny in protection money from local gangs.

Chinese students in the US have indeed become slightly more popular, but they still need to make friends themselves and earn respect through their own efforts.

No matter how many championships you win, it won't change the fundamental rules of everything.

My motivational effect should be more internal.

You should be inspired by me to muster your courage, build your confidence, and establish cultural self-esteem, and then use your own efforts to earn the respect of your colleagues, friends, mothers-in-law, and even your American and Japanese parents.

Instead of being like those with osteomalacia, pinning all their hopes on me and expecting me to continue to carry them and make them happy.

I am tough, but I don't play with idiots.

How can you prove you're not an idiot?
Please listen to the question—

The most hypocritical aspect of the American Dream is that its cornerstone assumption, "equal opportunity," is a complete lie.

So, where does the biggest problem with Chinese-style moral blackmail come from?

Don't panic, and don't break down. You are thinking for yourself, and the despicable, dark, and narrow-minded answers are all yours.

who are you?
A speck of dust in the era.

who am I?
The stars in the sky that guide our way.

But I can only point out the right but difficult path; I have no responsibility to make you happy, much less to make you joyful.

If you really can't stand my willfulness and harshness... then you'll just have to keep it to yourself.

In the foreseeable future, you can neither defeat me nor out-argue me, so you might as well save your energy and exercise.

Seriously, stop being so sensitive and prone to ejaculation; it's bad for everyone.

The previous generation of Chinese people were incredibly tough, but you disgust me.

That's all for now, meeting adjourned.

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This is an extremely long and sharp chapter; revising it is more mentally taxing than writing it.

(End of this chapter)