in2ebook Chapter 698 Fan Bingbing in a Wedding Dress!
Chapter 698 Fan Bingbing in a Wedding Dress!
Wang Xiucheng grabbed Mary's hand. "Mary, calm down."
“I can’t calm down…” Mary buried her head in Wang Xiucheng’s chest. She couldn’t give up now.
She had been holding back for a long time, and today she was determined to win this man over.
But just then, there was a knock on the door.
Wang Xiucheng was startled, as was Mary.
Mary gave Wang Xiucheng a reproachful glare and pushed her luggage into the inner room.
Wang Xiucheng straightened his shirt and opened the door.
"Brother Wang, the coach has called a meeting."
Outside the door was Zeng, and not far away, Cui was knocking on the doors of other rooms.
"Okay, let's go." Wang Xiucheng breathed a sigh of relief, left the room, and closed the door behind him.
It was called a conference room, but it was actually just a room that looked very big. However, according to Wang Xiucheng's request, there was a large enough table in the room that could comfortably accommodate a dozen or so people sitting around it.
Although Yao Ming was nominally in charge of the meeting, Ben Sullivan did most of the talking.
"Our opponent tomorrow, Serbia, is someone that I believe everyone is quite familiar with."
"But this team is completely different from the team we warmed up with before the World Cup last year. Many of the players have been replaced."
"Besides Jokic, who has left the entire NBA helpless, this Serbian team has another engine, and that is Bogdan."
Ben Sullivan glanced at the video analyst from the Timberwolves behind him.
The white man, who looked to be only in his 30s but was now wearing a white Dragons jersey, pressed a button on the remote control in his hand.
A document suddenly appeared on the television screen.
“This is Bogdan’s information.” Ben Sullivan stood up and went to the television.
Yao Ming sat not far away and personally translated Ben Sullivan's words into Chinese.
"I personally believe that Bogdan is the number two person in Serbia."
"Jokic might be hard for you to contain, but if we can contain Bogdan, then we have a chance in this game."
"Bogdan has excellent ball-handling, shooting, and passing abilities."
“But his physical condition is quite average.” Ben Sullivan glanced at Wang Xiucheng and added, “I mean compared to Wang Xiucheng.”
"So my suggestion is to have Wang Xiucheng keep an eye on him and cut him off from the whole of Serbia."
The video analyst then played out the collected footage of Bogdan Bogdanovic in the NBA and conducted a detailed analysis based on his characteristics.
The pre-match meeting lasted until after 9 p.m.
It can be said that Ben Sullivan clearly described the characteristics of each Serbian player.
But a competition is a competition, and the situation on the field can change rapidly. Even the slightest change can affect the final outcome.
Therefore, more tactical arrangements still require on-the-spot adaptation, which is the role of the coaching team.
The players finished their meeting, but the Hebei China Fortune coaching staff continued their meeting.
They must anticipate every possible situation that may arise during the game and consider ways to deal with it in advance.
Wang Xiucheng walked out of the conference room and saw that many players had not returned to their rooms, but had gone to other places.
Some went to the billiards room, some went to the gym, and some went to the swimming pool.
Although it was already past 9 p.m., the sun in Paris was just beginning to set.
This is somewhat similar to the Western Regions.
"Let's go for a walk," Wang Xiucheng said to Zeng Fanbo and Cui Yongxi beside him.
"This... Chairman Yao would be furious if he knew," Zeng Fanbo replied softly.
Wang Xiucheng frowned, but he couldn't go back to his room; Mary was still waiting for him inside.
Mary was, after all, a member of the Koch family, and Wang Xiucheng knew very well that if he were to have anything happen between him and Mary, Mary would definitely make him leave his sisters.
Wang Xiucheng didn't want to leave them.
"It's okay, we'll just wander around the neighborhood and go through the back door."
Wang Xiucheng made a phone call to the manager of the Baima Hotel, and then left the hotel with the two men, Wu Di, and Wu Jia.
Paris is still very lively at night, but if you go to some backstreets, you will find that there are all kinds of people urinating and defecating in public.
“Brother Wang, actually I feel that this place is quite similar to my hometown,” Zeng suddenly said.
Wang Xiucheng knew that Xiao Zeng was from Erbin, and Erbin was indeed known as the "Oriental Paris".
Of course, there are many cities in China with this title, not just Harbin.
However, Harbin's architectural style and distinct four seasons are indeed very similar to those of Paris.
Wang Xiucheng and his companions did not go far from the hotel. Although the three of them were wearing masks, they were all tall and strong, and it was during the Olympics.
Fortunately, Paris was full of athletes during this period.
Not far from the White Horse Hotel, there is a pedestrian crossing. Every time the car stops at a red light, many people quickly walk onto the zebra crossing to take pictures.
This seems to be a popular spot for online influencers to take photos.
The vehicles weren't in a hurry; even when the light changed, they would wait until the pedestrians had completely left before starting the vehicle.
They were clearly used to it.
Wang Xiucheng had just turned out of a small alley when he saw this street.
To be precise, I saw an acquaintance.
Fan Bingbing, dressed in a white wedding gown and wearing a white headdress, is standing on a zebra crossing, while a photographer is taking pictures of her from the other side.
Fan Chengcheng stood on the sidewalk carrying large bags and packages, waiting. There were quite a few fans who had spotted them nearby.
Just then, the red light turned green, and Fan Bingbing immediately lifted her white skirt and ran towards the sidewalk where Fan Chengcheng and the cameraman were.
"These photos are excellent. The sun is about to set, so let's take a few more while we can still enjoy the last rays of sunlight." The photographer checked the photos from earlier.
"But it feels like something's missing." The photographer looked back and saw Fan Chengcheng taking a photo with a female fan. Suddenly, the photographer slapped his forehead. "There's a man missing."
"A man?" Fan Bing was taken aback.
“Yes, a man,” the photographer explained. “Sister Bing, you’re wearing a white wedding dress today, which looks very pure and holy. If there were a man in a black suit next to you, the two of you standing under the red sunset, I think the effect would be amazing.”
The photographer had already visualized the scene in his mind, and he couldn't help but wipe his mouth, seemingly drooling.
"Stop joking, where am I supposed to find a man at a time like this?" Fan Bing took it as a joke and replied in a joking tone.
"Wang Xiucheng..."
Among the female fans taking photos with Fan Chengcheng, several of them suddenly spotted a group of tall men turning out from a distance.
Fan Chengcheng and the other fans immediately turned around, but what they saw were five or six tall and burly men, three of whom were wearing baseball caps and masks.
The female fan then pointed at the two burly men who were not wearing masks and shouted, "These two are Wang Xiucheng's bodyguards. They've been with Wang Xiucheng for several years."
Fan Chengcheng's eyes lit up at that moment, and he spotted Wang Xiucheng, who had his hands in his pockets, among the three people wearing baseball caps.
"Wang Xiucheng..." Fan Chengcheng shouted.