Chapter 627: It's Neymar!

"What? Say that again!" Fan Dao was stunned.

"Just got the news, Doctor Ji Xiang said it. After the consultation, Wembanyama's team and the Celtics' front office and management held a meeting to discuss it, and after weighing their options, they are preparing to fly back to Massachusetts General Hospital for surgery."

"..." Fan Dao was momentarily dumbfounded. How could the content he had planned so well just fly away?

"Why cancel?" the producer asked.

"It seems the club's management disagreed, saying that once Wembanyama has the surgery, they will put him on the trading block."

"The Celtics have always been like this. Their team doctors can only be described as average—better than the Trail Blazers' veterinarians, but definitely not as good as the Suns'." A staff member complained in a low voice.

Fan Dao stared blankly at Xiao Zhu Li.

He didn't know where the nickname for the Trail Blazers' veterinary team came from, nor did he care.

The problem now was that Wembanyama had already appeared on the show, and now they were going to fly back for surgery.

He had thought that since Wembanyama had traveled thousands of miles from Boston, all the previous assessments must have been done, and with Lin Jiuze coordinating in the middle, there would definitely be no problems with the surgery.

Although Wembanyama's team had always called it a "consultation."

Was the cooked duck just going to fly away like this?

What about the next episode?!

Fan Dao fell into a state of confusion. Before, he had felt as if he were divinely assisted; while he was searching for the final climax, NBA superstar Wembanyama had "obediently" delivered himself to his doorstep.

But damn it, it turned out to be a dream!

And a nightmare at that.

"Director?"

"Director?"

"Director!"

Fan Dao's assistant called out several times, but Fan Dao didn't hear, didn't speak, his pupils were dilated, and even his breathing was off.

"Director!" Fan Dao's assistant gave Fan Dao a push.

Fan Dao shook his head in a daze, as if he were sleepwalking.

Encountering such a major change, the cake that had fallen from the sky suddenly turned into a big rock, leaving everyone on the production team in a state of bewilderment.

The producer stepped out to take charge of the situation. He comforted Fan Dao for a long time, saying things like the show was already at its final episode, so it wouldn't matter if it was a bit sloppy, and that everyone would be able to accept it.

Fan Dao didn't say a word; his distracted appearance was heartbreaking to watch.

The producer sent Fan Dao back to the hotel. He had no desire to sleep and sat in the first-floor coffee shop with Fan Dao's assistant, sighing and lamenting.

"Why do you think Wembanyama isn't having the surgery anymore?"

"I heard it was decided by the club's board of directors. They trust Massachusetts General Hospital. If it were me, I would do the same," Fan Dao's assistant said while sighing.

"Don't talk about that, it's not a big problem." The producer didn't have Fan Dao's Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder for perfection. He smiled slightly, "Although this show has the suspicion of a weak ending, it's something that can't be helped. Don't think about it anymore. From now on, you are also someone with experience in a national-level variety show; the future is very bright."

"Hehe." Fan Dao's assistant touched his head and smiled.

"Money is very important," the producer said. "You're still young, so you might not understand that deeply."

"Very deeply, very deeply," Fan Dao's assistant said. "Money is certainly good."

The producer was bored. The show had run into trouble at the end, but he had basically resigned himself to it.

Based solely on its brilliant performance so far, this show would surely be written into the history books of the Republic's variety shows.

Just chatting with Fan Dao's assistant and "fudging" through the show over the next few days would count as a job well done.

"You're still too young. I like cars, you know that, right?" The producer glanced at Fan Dao's assistant and asked with a smile.

"I know."

"I browse the 'Friends of Cars' website every day. A few years ago, there was a section spontaneously organized by netizens—'Wives as Car Models.' A Doctor of Philosophy bought a BYD F0 and had his wife take a few photos."

"Later, a BMW 740 owner contacted his wife based on the phone number the Doctor of Philosophy had left behind, and after that, he successfully poached her. That girl who looked like Old Xu... Hahaha, that incident was really popular on the forum for a while."

Fan Dao's assistant listened attentively; he knew a lot of gossip like this too. Besides, he roughly knew that the producer had lost his anticipation for the final episode because of the Wembanyama affair and was just chatting with him, nothing more.

"Do you think we could try to fight for Wembanyama again?" Fan Dao's assistant asked in a low voice.

"You're just like Fan Dao, your whole mind is on work. As for whether a show can be successful, based on my many years of experience, it still requires enough luck. Look at our variety show; the initial setup and the current content are completely different."

Fan Dao's assistant nodded; he admitted that much.

"No one's luck will last forever. I'm already very satisfied that our luck has been this good until now. As for Wembanyama, to be honest, the popularity of the NBA in the country has dropped significantly in recent years. If we bring it up as a talking point, it won't convince most people."

"It's just so-so, so at the time, I thought it was better to refer to Wembanyama as an internationally renowned athlete."

"Forget it, that's all in the past. Don't bother trying to convince them. Wembanyama's annual salary is 70 million dollars; everything is handled by a professional team. We can't convince them."

"Then what about Doctor Ji Xiang?"

"Ji Xiang? He's so young, who do you think he can convince?" The producer smiled. "Don't think about it. There has to be some regret. Being too perfect is actually not good, don't you think?"

Just as they were chatting, Fan Dao's assistant's phone rang.

He was just about to mute it, but when he took out his phone, he caught a glimpse of the name on it and helplessly had to make an apologetic gesture.

"Sorry, it's a call from Doctor Ji Xiang."

"Is it convenient? If it's convenient, answer it here. I reckon Wembanyama isn't having the surgery, and Ji Xiang is a bit disappointed and wants to find someone to talk to," the producer said with a smile.

Fan Dao's assistant thought the same, so he answered the phone in front of the producer.

"Doctor Ji Xiang, hello." Fan Dao's assistant greeted him politely.

"Fan Dao's mood seems a bit poor, so I sent him to rest. Is there anything important on your end? Let's discuss it tomorrow..."

"Ah? Who did you say?"

"Who?"

Fan Dao's assistant acted as if his hearing were impaired, asking "Who?" several times in a row.

The producer watched Fan Dao's assistant's expression—a mix of bewilderment, excitement, confusion, and perplexity—and felt confused himself.

Who?

What does this mean?

"I'll go wake up Pediatrics right now!"

Fan Dao's assistant leaped up.

"Who is it!" the producer asked.

"Neymar."

"F*ck!"

"F*ck!"

"F*ck!"

Neymar? Neymar who?

The producer was dazed for a moment before he figured it out.

It was a very easy sentence to understand, but because it was so inconceivable, the producer froze as if his brain had crashed.

Neymar is coming to perform surgery!

(End of chapter)