The clothes Eric was referring to were the sponsor-adorned outfit he wore for the race, or in layman's terms, an advertisement shirt.
Li Ang opened the package, and there was nothing wrong with the clothes themselves—an azure Nike sportswear set. It was the printed words on it that caused Eric some embarrassment.
"Eric's Furniture Factory."
Actually, Li Ang didn't feel much about it, since he had been exposed to the Chinese language for a longer time. Although he now possessed native-level English proficiency, English wasn't his mother tongue, so he did not experience the embarrassment native speakers might feel.
To him, without translating, it was just a string of English artistic script. This kind of thing was all too common in his homeland.
Translated, "furniture factory" was nothing special—a far cry from the foreign swear words and insults that people still liked to wear.
