The next game was three days away, so Jiang Siming was not in a hurry. Naturally, there was no way he would go back to train, either.
Training was out of the question. His skills could completely crush everyone else, so he did not need that kind of pointless show.
When the Men's Basketball Association invited Jiang Siming to train, he simply said that he had business worth tens of billions of yuan to negotiate and could not come—unless they could compensate him for the loss of those tens of billions.
The Men's Basketball Association was speechless when they heard that.
If anyone else had said this, they would have assumed he was bragging. But when it came to Jiang Siming, they could not bring themselves to doubt him.
After all, his net worth exceeded two hundred billion yuan. Wasn't it perfectly reasonable for him to be negotiating a ten-billion-yuan contract?
Oh, right. Only then did the Men's Basketball Association remember that they had invited him to play without even offering him compensation.
To tie Jiang Siming down and win his favor, the Men's Basketball Association immediately offered him an exorbitantly high "appearance fee."
There were only three games left in this World Cup: the next one would decide the top four, followed by the semifinals, and finally the Finals.
The Men's Basketball World Cup was not like the NBA, where the finals were played over seven games. Like the soccer World Cup, every game from this stage onward was decided in a single match, with none of that drawn-out nonsense.
For the three games, the Men's Basketball Association offered Jiang Siming a total of thirty million yuan.
That meant ten million yuan per game. Yi Lian's annual salary was only twenty million yuan, which showed just how high this