The Landing Point of the White Ball

A white ball started from the old Zhou Qiu room that was converted into a supply and marketing cooperative in Qingshi Town and rolled for twenty years. It has been touched by six hands - Jiang Shouyi, Pei Jingzhi, He Shoude, Jiang Ye, Pei Xinglan, and the last person who is about to take over. There is an invisible line between these six hands. This line is not blood, not master and apprentice, it is the palm print left when the same old maple pole is passed from one generation to the next. Jiang Ye entered the youth training camp at the age of seventeen and stood in the main hall of Hall A of the National Sports General Administration Training Center at the age of twenty-three. His right wrist is injured, his heartbeat is rhythmic, and one-third of the painted "1" on the No. 1 Ball in his pocket has been worn away. He wants to grind for his father to where his father left him - in other words, he wants to finish the road that his father has not finished. His father was suspended ten years ago. The truth about the suspension is buried in the account books of the Provincial Sports Bureau, in the receipts in Qi Jing's archives, and in the word "Shou" carved by He Shoude on the end of the pole. He wants to ask for a public name for his father.