"Click!" The lights went out suddenly, and Yu Yang was plunged into darkness, standing in the middle of the court, his heart beating inexplicably. He tried to scream, but couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried, and then he opened his eyes violently. He looked around in fear, now he was in his room, there was still a trace of afterglow outside, it was already sunset at this moment, and Yu Yang's gaze gradually softened.

It was a dream just now, a very real dream. Iverson appeared in the dream, and he was alone with himself, and he said to himself: You can go back, go back to your country. The NBA is not a place for you, please go back, maybe this is really not for you.

No matter who you meet on the pitch, he is your enemy. Enemy, you know? If your opponent is an old star and you don't play out of respect for him, he will not hesitate to kill you. The best way to respect someone is to kill them, not let them kill you.

You're only strong if you kill him, you know? That old star won't blame you, he'll say it to others. He's a strong guy, the strongest guy I've ever seen in my basketball career. He won't blame you, he will only appreciate you, and the only way to walk on this path is to make yourself strong. One more thing I want to tell you is that basketball is everything to you.

The dream was unreal, as if Iverson had deliberately used it to tell him these truths. Yu Yang thought to himself, "Did Iverson see me playing?" Hehe, how could it be that this is just a dream, but basketball is everything that is wrong with me, and I love this sentence. ”

Thinking that he fell down again, he pressed something on his back. So I rolled over and looked at what it was. What came to mind was the letter that Alice had given him when he had just gotten dizzy, saying that it had been given to him by Mr. Smith, and that there must be something important written in it. Thinking about it, he opened the letter and began to read:

Hello Yu Yang!

Time has been very tight lately, I haven't even greeted you, I'm really embarrassed, anyway, we're friends. Yes, we are friends. It's a friend, not because you saved my son that day, but because I saw in you the shadow of me back then. I would like to meet with you, but my time is very limited, so please allow me to communicate with you in this way.

I don't think there's anyone in Philadelphia who doesn't know me, and I'm a very famous person, but I don't have any friends. Not a single true friend. Those so-called friends are just business dealings, and no one will understand me except my wife. As for my true origins. I consider you a friend, so I'm going to tell you a story, a story that happened to me Smith, and maybe you'll get something out of it. Of course, you can also be when I am bragging.

More than 10 years ago, I Smith was a poor boy. My family lives in the poorest part of Philadelphia, which is called the Grave, and it's near the cemetery, so it's called the Grave. But one thing that changed my Smith's fate forever was an old man. On Christmas Day, he was trapped in the snow near the grave.

His clothes were in tatters, and anyone who saw it would not hesitate to say that it was a beggar. Yes. He was dressed as a beggar, and there were many children who lived in graves like me, and we were all poor, poor people without parents.

They all chose to walk away without hesitation, and the old man was ignored like a big tree in front of their eyes. I was also coming home from work at that time, and I saw the man dressed in tatters. An old man with two bouquets of roses in his hand. It was very difficult for him to walk in the snow, but I could see his persistence. Despite the heavy snow, he didn't give up at all.

I thought that the old man must be going to do something, so I went over and asked the old man if he needed my help, and he was stunned for a moment. Later, he told me that he was going to the cemetery to deliver flowers to his wife and son, so he squatted down and carried the old man on his back, and it was really difficult to walk in the snow, especially with a person.

But I saw the old man's love, no matter how heavy the snow was at Christmas, he insisted on sending flowers to his wife and son every year. Besides, if I choose to walk away, I may see a corpse tomorrow, and I want to see a living person better than a corpse and a living person.

So I helped the old man, and who knew that I had changed my life by doing so. I never imagined that the old man was a rich man, a big boss of a business, who deliberately disguised himself as a beggar in the hope of finding a poor man who was worthy of his vast inheritance.

The old man had no children, and he was a very kind man, and as for his business, he and his wife created it together. Their purpose is not to make a lot of money, just to be able to help the poor who need help, they don't have a job, and the old man and they make a company built for the poor. Not only is it good for the welfare of the workers, but others are also known to everyone as a good person. So his business is very good, he didn't want to be rich, he also became very rich, a person who doesn't want money has a lot of assets, and kindness is his wealth.

He was approaching the twilight of his life, and he was reluctant to buy his business, so he decided to choose a caring person. He chose the poor, and I was lucky enough to meet him, and later I became the successor of the old man.

You also know that being the successor of the old man is very stressful, because I have to face the suspicion of thousands of workers. They'll all ask me, "Will Smith treat us like his former boss?" Oops, what if he's very ruthless? We're going to lose our jobs. ”

"Ambition, purpose, that guy must have some purpose. I think he will get rid of us if he gets this company, and we will be unemployed, and don't forget, he is a poor man, and a poor man will enjoy wealth and become noble. ”

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I was also skeptical, but after two years the talk stopped, and all I heard was praise. I didn't do anything, I just went to help more people, I knew I couldn't compare to the old man, but I did what I had to do. For so many years, my Smith name was known to the people of Philadelphia, but I was only a fraction of what I did compared to the old man.