$500,000!
That was an astronomical fine.
It was also the best solution the league could come up with for now.
After all, if the fine were too small and other players rushed to follow suit, the league would be thrown into chaos.
A $500,000 fine would at least deter some players with lower and middle incomes from imitating him.
And high-income players made up only a tiny fraction of the league.
Even those high earners wouldn't casually throw away $500,000.
Nike vice president Miller heard that and shook his head helplessly. "All right."
After that, he ended the call, his strength sapped.
Even though he was a tough man, he still had to bow to the interests at stake.
This whole affair needed to come to an end. If it dragged on, everyone would lose.
The sponsors and the NBA team owners would suffer losses;
Wang Yi couldn't take the court or play, so his business interests would suffer too;
The fans couldn't watch Wang Yi play, which was a loss as well;
But the biggest loser would be Nike. They would lose the China market entirely.
Since Wang Yi had already been suspended for one game and fined $500,000, they might as well take the out.
Xiao Hua and his think tank spent the entire next day discussing the matter.
By that afternoon, they had finally come up with a plan that could just barely be called the best of all the options.
Xiao Hua then flew to Sacramento to speak with Wang Yi in person.
In the owner's office at Golden 1 Center,
there were only Wang Yi and Xiao Hua.
Ever since he'd come in, Wang Yi had sat on the sofa without saying a word.
He really had nothing to say to this bald man.
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