People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

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The blizzard didn't stop, but the shouts from inside the stadium shook the snowflakes off course.

Some people wept with joy, some cried their hearts out, and some threw golden beer into the air, while fans who were drenched in the cold cursed angrily.

Thirty seconds is very short, so short that the commander's team can't do anything.

Even 30 seconds feels like a long time, so long that it will take many years for the Commanders' fans to erase this memory.

But no matter what, for every winner, there must be a loser.

The final buzzer sounded, and the Giants were 17-0, with a perfect regular season record.

Following the New England Patriots' 16-game winning streak under Tom Brady's leadership in 2007, the New York Giants, led by Levi, have set a new record.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Joe Buck's voice boomed through the snow, echoing in the speakers of 45 million television sets. "You've witnessed history! The New York Giants have achieved the greatest regular season in North American professional sports history—a perfect 17-0! And the architect of all this, our King! Tyrant! Yellow-skinned God! His name is, Lee—Wei!"

In the very center of the stadium, the blizzard was still raging, but Levi simply took off his helmet, letting the snowflakes drip onto his sweat-dampened black hair.

With black hair and black eyes, this combination, which has almost never appeared on the NFL field, is now dominated by this young man in the most sacred, violent, and popular sport in the hearts of North Americans. He will lead the team into the playoffs like a god and compete for the Super Bowl.

Li Wei's teammates rushed over from all directions and lifted him up.

He was held high, like a statue standing in the eye of a storm amidst the blizzard and the lights.

82500 people chanted his name in unison.

"Li Wei! Li Wei! Li Wei!"

The sound waves pierced through the blizzard, through the dome of the Metropolitan Life Stadium, through the thick leaden sky above New Jersey, and soared into the night sky obscured by the wind and snow.

Before Li Wei's eyes, a semi-transparent system panel quietly popped up:

[You achieved an undefeated record in 17 duels. In the face of adversity, including a blizzard, you crushed all obstacles with your absolute strength and set a new record.]

You have exemplified one of the eight virtues of chivalry: Courage.

You have gained: +0.1 Free Attribute Points

【Famous (1) Task Progress Update: Create new historical records, practice virtues, and gain recognition (2/5)】

Li Wei was carried on his teammates' shoulders and slowly circled the field in the blizzard.

Kim Ha-eun, who was in the private room, was so excited by what she saw that she almost jumped up.

Wow! The boss is so handsome.

At first, she thought her boss was not in good form today, but she did not expect that Li Wei would be unstoppable in the second half and crush the opponent.

Making history... Wow, that was awesome!

As Kim Ha-eun watched Li Wei circling around the stadium below, her phone suddenly rang again.

Her eyes lit up immediately when she saw the name!

From Editor-in-Chief Cui of Vogue magazine (Chapter 256), after she had prepared Li Wei's materials and handed them to Editor-in-Chief Cui, and generously introduced her boss, Editor-in-Chief Cui did not express her opinion on the spot, but only said that she would talk to her friends to see if there was any opportunity for cooperation.

Kim Ha-eun had already given up hope.

But she suddenly called me today!

"Editor-in-Chief Cui," she addressed him respectfully, "good evening."

"Jin, the public relations officer," Editor-in-Chief Cui's voice was as serious as ever, "I carefully reviewed Mr. Li Wei's materials and recommended him to the Vice President of LVMH's North American region."

Kim Ha-eun's heart was in her throat, and she felt like her hearing was going to blur.

"Thank you for the opportunity, Editor-in-Chief Choi!" Kim Ha-eun immediately gave a slight bow and said respectfully, "Excuse me, over there...?"

"I watched Mr. Li Wei's game today with him," Editor-in-Chief Cui said. "The cup Mr. Li Wei drank from during halftime is the beverage you're going to make, right? It looks pretty good."

"Yes, Editor-in-Chief Choi," Kim Ha-eun immediately replied, "It was designed by us in collaboration with Coca-Cola."

Editor-in-Chief Cui hummed in agreement, seemingly whispering something to the person next to him.

Kim Ha-eun began to feel uneasy, and she couldn't even hear the sound from the television.

It felt like an eternity before Editor-in-Chief Cui's voice rang out again.

This time, she said with a slight smile, "LVMH is planning to invite Mr. Levi, LV, and a certain designer to collaborate on a sports water bottle. I wonder if Mr. Levi would be interested?"

Of course! Of course I'm interested! Xiao Jin, you're amazing!

Kim Ha-eun never expected that Editor-in-Chief Choi would actually give her this opportunity, nor did she expect that LV would be interested in Li Wei!

Although in the luxury goods industry, LV is only considered a gatekeeper, in the mass consumer market, LV is synonymous with luxury goods and is the most well-known luxury brand, bar none.

"I will pass on the message to my boss," Kim Ha-eun said, her voice trembling slightly, though she herself didn't even realize it. "Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Choi, and LV for the invitation."

"Due to production cycle and design considerations," Editor-in-Chief Cui's tone was unusually gentle, "we hope to finalize this collaboration next week. Please have PR representative Kim convey this to Mr. Li Wei."

"Definitely, definitely." Kim Ha-eun smiled broadly.

After hanging up the phone, Kim Ha-eun excitedly spun around in the private room several times, almost dropping her phone.

"Kim, what are you doing?" Don Quixote noticed Kim Ho-eun's unusual behavior and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell? Dizzy?"

"It's alright, Mr. Don Quixote," Kim Hoon quickly waved his hand, "I have some good news to tell you..."

Only after everything was finalized did she feel comfortable telling Don Quixote about it.

"That's a good thing," Don Quixote said with a smile. "When you're on your way back, remember to tell him about it in person."

Kim Ha-eun nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice, and tried to sit down, but stood up again after a few seconds.

I was so excited that I couldn't sit still.

At the same time, Li Wei returned to the locker room.

The moment the door was pushed open, before Li Wei could even step inside, a bucket of ice water was poured down on him, drenching him completely.

"17! 17! 17!"

Led by Dexter Lawrence, a dozen or so burly men, each weighing over 300 pounds, stood in a circle like barbaric warriors, shirtless, and frantically pounded on the iron door of the locker, creating a deafening thud.

The situation inside the locker room was completely out of control.

I don't know who opened two cases of champagne first, but the golden foam sprayed everywhere like a fountain.

The wide receivers threw their jerseys onto the ceiling, the big men on the offensive line wiggled their hips and held hands in an awkwardly ugly dance, while the kickers sprayed champagne and recorded videos on their phones.

Li Wei wiped the ice water off his face and was about to say something when running back Sakun Barkley hugged him tightly. "Brother," he said, his eyes slightly red and his voice hoarse, "thank you."

Li Wei patted him on the back: "You ran 140 yards today, you should thank yourself."

“No,” Barkley shook his head. “You don’t understand. Before you came, we weren’t even close to making the playoffs.” He took a deep breath. “Now we’re 17-0, f***ing…it’s like a fucking dream, 17-0, f***ing!”

"17:0!!!" he shouted again, jumping onto the chair.

The crowd roared along with him.

The celebrations in the locker room continued, and head coach Dapol, who was usually serious and rigid, came over and shook hands with Li Wei with a smile.

"You're a monster," he said. "You're a freak."

"I'll take it as a compliment," Li Wei shrugged.

Just as everyone was cheering and celebrating, John Mara also came into the locker room.

He rarely appears in the locker room immediately after a game, as he needs to maintain a certain distance and authority as the boss.

But today is different.

When he pushed open the door, the players who were celebrating froze for a second, and then burst into even bigger cheers.

John Mara walked straight toward Levi, who was changing clothes.

"Li Wei," he said, a smile he couldn't suppress on his face, "I've been running this team for almost 20 years, my father for almost 30 years, and my grandfather for even longer."

He paused, then looked around at the players.

"Three generations, nearly 100 years, we... no, the entire NFL has never had a regular season game with a 17-0 score."

"On behalf of the Mara family, I thank you for everything you've done for the Giants," he said, looking around. "And you, you lucky bastards who benefited from Levi's success."

He paused for a moment, then said, "The entire 53-person roster will receive a brand-new Ferrari as a reward. I will personally cover the expenses, and I will handle the compliance aspects."

The people in the locker room were stunned for a moment, then cheers almost lifted the entire roof off.

But John Mara hadn't finished speaking.

He released Li Wei's hand, took an envelope from his suit pocket, and handed it to Li Wei.

"What's this?" Li Wei took the envelope.

“Your current contract still has a year and a half left,” John Mara smiled, “but the Giants aren’t going to wait. This is a letter of intent for an early extension, and I assure you it’s the biggest contract in NFL history, bigger than your previous one.”

"oh!"

"Fuck! The biggest contract ever!"

"King! King! King!"

The players started banging on their lockers again, making a ruckus.

"Thank you, Mr. John," Levi said, taking the envelope but not opening it. "Isn't it too early to talk about this? Shall we discuss the contract after we win the Super Bowl?"

John Mara was taken aback by this remark, then burst out laughing.

"Great! Well said, let's talk about it after we win the Super Bowl!" He patted Levi on the shoulder. "Then let's talk about it after we win it."

One player suddenly raised his hand and asked:

"Mr. John Mara, are all 53 people getting the same model of car?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then he was surrounded by several burly men from the attacking group, one man on top of another.

"Hey kid, new to the NFL, huh?"

"Who do you think you are, trying to drive the same car as Li Wei? You're asking for it!"

John Mara chuckled. "If they were all like our God, I reckon I'd have to sell my shares."

This indirectly proves that Li Wei's car is indeed different from others, but this obvious favoritism is seen as extremely reasonable by everyone.

Because Levi is stronger than all of them combined, because Levi led them to victory, the strong possess more, and this is the unchanging principle of America.

After the boss left, the celebrations in the locker room gradually subsided, and the media reporters were allowed in.

A barrage of cameras and microphones instantly surrounded Li Wei's locker.

FOX's blonde female reporter once again secured the first spot to ask a question.

She glanced smugly at her colleague, whose face looked like he'd eaten shit, and tossed her hair.

After all, being the first to speak to Li Wei is now a kind of honor.

"Li Wei! Congratulations on making history!" She shoved the microphone in Li Wei's face. "17-0! What's your biggest feeling right now?"

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