Zhao Zhongyang looked at the national table-tennis players in the shop and was ecstatic. Then, he asked, "Brother Lin, can I start a broadcast?"
Lin Fan replied, "Ask them if they mind. If they don't mind, you can do it."
Cui Guo Bin smiled, "It's fine. We're not celebrities. Just do it."
After getting their approval, Zhao Zhongyang was over the moon. He immediately unlocked his phone and changed the headline.
"The national table-tennis players have gathered at Cloud Street. Those that are passing by, do not miss out."
After starting the broadcast, a large group of viewers came.
"D*mn, Brother Yang. Which national players are there?"
"F*ck, isn't that Cui Guo Bin?"
"That's Xu Song."
"D*mn, there are so many of the first team players. What are they doing? Are they trying to challenge Master Lin?"
"Obviously not. Master Lin is awesome. Who would dare to play against him?"
