The four of them had started training at 8:00 a.m.
By 9:00, the rest of the Kings had arrived as well.
This year, after signing two big names, Paul and James, the Kings' salary cap space had been squeezed in an instant.
James: $38 million;
Paul: $35 million;
Wang Yi: $30.1 million; (His average annual salary was $28 million, but that didn't mean he made $28 million every year. Under the terms of his contract, the amount varied from year to year.)
Wang Yi, James, and Paul had practically devoured the team's entire $100 million salary cap.
The remaining players had just over $30 million in cap space between them.
Capela, the team's big center, accounted for more than $20 million of that.
Hield made $15 million, too.
So the Kings were definitely going to have to pay the luxury tax this year.
But the owner, Vivek Ranadive, was generous. This year presented the Kings with a golden opportunity to win a third consecutive championship. The profits that would bring in would far exceed the luxury tax they had to pay.
After last season ended, a team made Danny an offer.
Danny had hit a game-winner in the playoffs last season, and he'd shot the three very well in several important games, so a team offered him an annual salary of over $15 million.
But Danny turned it down outright.
These days, Danny only had eyes for Wang Yi.
Wherever Wang Yi went, he would go too.
Regardless of how much he was paid.
Just like the little suck-up Mitchell.
The only difference was that Mitchell didn't have what it took to make it on his own, so he had no choice but to cling to Wang Yi.
Danny, on the other hand, felt that Wang Yi was the person