New York, Plaza Hotel.

Since its opening in 1907, it has been the first choice place for celebrities from all walks of life to stay when visiting New York.

This retro building in the style of a French Renaissance castle is considered synonymous with celebrities.

It is not only a hotel, but also one of the iconic buildings in New York.

As soon as Wayne's special car approached the Plaza Hotel, there was a traffic jam.

Here, no matter which bus you take, you have to queue.

"What's going on? Isn't it coming soon?" Wayne glanced out the window. Oh my god, there are a sea of ​​people outside the Plaza Hotel.

The reporters’ flashbulbs never stopped.

On the exterior wall of the hotel, there is a huge poster of Sharapova and a huge Motorola logo.

Birthday parties can be commercialized like this, what an evil form of capitalism!

"This is your first time coming to the Plaza Hotel to participate in this kind of event, Mr. Wei." Wayne's driver turned to Wayne and smiled, "In this case, traffic jams are normal. Because every person who gets off the car

Everyone will show off well in front of the red carpet."

"Red carpet?" Everyone in Wayne was dumbfounded. Is this a birthday party or a catwalk?

"This is New York, Mr. Way. Everything here is luxurious."

Wayne looked out the window at the long motorcade and sighed.

Fortunately, Nike didn't ask itself to hold a birthday party like this, it would be too terrible.

At this time, Wayne's cell phone received a text message from today's protagonist, Sharapova.

"Where have you been, Wei."

"It's right at the door. Well, I'm stuck in traffic!"

"Haha, there are quite a lot of people today. I can't wait to see you, Wei~"

"see you later."

Just like that, after sitting in the car for about twenty minutes, Wayne's car finally arrived at the entrance of the Plaza Hotel.

Wayne turned to look out the window and saw that the formation was really exaggerated.

A long red carpet stretched from the parking area to the entrance of the hotel, with security guards wearing sunglasses and no smiles on both sides.

On the outside, there was a dark atmosphere with countless reporters.

It has to be said that Sharapova's commercial value and popularity at this time are indeed very high.

Even people who don't watch tennis have heard of this name.

This morning, Wayne also heard the news that *** had written a congratulatory letter to Sharapova on her birthday.

Dare I ask how many athletes in the world can receive a congratulatory letter from the president on their 18th birthday?

She may not be the strongest female tennis player, but she is definitely one of the most commercially valuable.

Yes, I have already bought a villa next to Manhattan Beach in Los Angeles at a young age. Can this commercial value be low?

Before Wayne could react, a waiter came to help Wayne open the car door.

"Have a good time, Mr. Wei. If you need to leave, call me at any time, I'm always on call, Boss." The driver smiled at Wayne and nodded, as if to say: "You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself, kid.

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Wayne took a deep breath and got out of the car.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light all around.

"Wei, is your relationship with Sharapova true?"

"How long have you been together? How did you meet?"

"Will attending Sharapova's birthday party affect your preparation for the playoffs?"

In addition to flashbulbs, reporters also asked Wayne a series of questions.

When did you and Sharapova get together?

What the hell do I want to ask you about?

Of course, since reporters were kept outside, Wayne didn't have to answer any questions.

After walking on the red carpet, Wayne strutted towards the hotel.

After all, he is leading a star player, so he still has some confidence.

Today, Wayne is wearing a black suit. Well, he will never dare to wear red again!

The appearance in the last draft was simply Wayne's unconventional and dark history.

Wayne did not pose on the red carpet like those female celebrities, but passed at a normal speed and was very calm.

When they walked to the hotel door, Wayne shook hands with Sharapova's agent Max.

"Welcome, Wei. Come in quickly, she is already waiting for you."

Wayne nodded and walked into the hotel lobby.

Suddenly, the surroundings became less noisy.

Although there were still many people in the hall, the soothing music played by the live band made Wayne relax quickly.

Among the crowd, Wayne saw today's protagonist at a glance.

Sharapova wore a beautiful blue dress today and put on makeup, but it was not as heavy as expected.

At this time, she was surrounded by cameras and several reporters who had been granted admission. Sharapova seemed to be being interviewed by them.

Inadvertently, Sharapova saw Wayne.

Well, after all, Wayne's size is indeed very conspicuous, and no matter how many people there are, he can't be buried.

Then, Sharapova, who had been expressionless just now, suddenly smiled.

"Wei, you are finally here."

Sharapova ignored the reporters around her and walked straight towards Wayne and gave her a warm hug.

Wayne is among all the male guests present today. It can be said that he is the only one who can stand tall in front of Sharapova wearing high heels.

The originally tall Sharapova suddenly became a little bird in front of Wayne.

"Happy birthday, Maria."

"Thank you, glad you can come~"

While the two hugged and exchanged greetings, the reporters around them were frantically murdering the film.

Many of the guests present turned their attention to the two of them.

Today, 90% of the people present could only get a chance to shake hands with Sharapova at most.

Wayne is the only one who is actively embraced by today's heroines.

Coupled with the various scandals between the two after the All-Star Game, can this not attract attention?

"You go around for a while and I'll come find you later, okay?" When she said this, Sharapova unconsciously grabbed Wayne's hand.

"Hmm, you go ahead and do your work. It's still growing tonight."

After Sharapova left, Wayne probably glanced at the hall.

Sure enough, no well-known tennis players came to support Sharapova.

Anyway, Wayne doesn’t see any of the top ten in the world right now.

She deserves to be the female version of herself, and she deserves to be a reverse social butterfly in the tennis world.

Sharapova's paranoid and almost inhuman desire to win on the court resulted in her having very few friends in the tennis world.

Tennis is different from basketball. Basketball is a team sport after all. Even if you don't have a good relationship with your opponents, you can still have a good relationship with your teammates and you won't have no friends in the circle.

But tennis is mostly played alone. If you don't have a good relationship with your opponent, you really have no friends.

There were many people at the scene, but apart from being rich, they had almost nothing in common.

After all, it was a commercial party, and most of the attendees were invited by Motorola, and everyone came.

If we only count the friends Sharapova invited herself, then we don’t need an entire hall at all, only one private room is enough.

"Hey, Wei, Wasap." At this moment, someone walked up to Wayne and said hello.

Wayne turned his head curiously. Are there any people in the basketball world on this occasion?

Because if it is business cooperation, they will not come to Wayne directly, but to Schwartz.

Therefore, there is a high probability that only people in the basketball world will say hello to Wayne.

Wayne turned around and looked, hey, there really is one, this isn't Spike Lee.

The one who was sitting on the sidelines of Madison Square Garden and being choked by Miller from a distance.
To be continued...