"Should we talk to the Giants' PR and legal departments about this?"
Early morning at Li Wei's home in Battery City Park.
Li Wei asked as he read the newspaper, glancing over at Don Quixote, who was sipping coffee.
He wasn't surprised that the New York Post had made him their top story in the sports section. Plenty of people had seen what happened on the way to the private room that day. He just hadn't expected it to hit the news so fast.
"'The Two Hundred Million USD Man Angrily Tears Up an Outrageous Bill?'" Don Quixote recited from his phone without looking up. "PR already notified me. She said not to worry, it's a small issue."
"Is that so?" Li Wei chuckled, looking at the paper. "All right then… They did make me look pretty handsome, though."
Don Quixote looked up at Li Wei, and a smile touched his lips. "You know, this might actually be a good thing for you."
