Everyone thought he was joking when they heard him.
"King, please tell us you're joking."
The series had only just begun. You're telling me you'll hit the game-winner in each of the next three games? You hit one game-winner and now you're getting cocky?
But Wang Yi shook his head. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
His answer left the reporters stunned. Wang Yi clearly didn't look like he was joking, but a reporter from Los Angeles still challenged him.
"You may not look like you're joking, but I think this is ridiculous. How could anyone say they'll hit the game-winner in all three remaining games before they've even been played? Sure, you hit the game-winner today, but I think that was just a coincidence. There's no way you can get lucky every game."
Wang Yi had never been fond of reporters from Los Angeles. He simply replied:
"Want to bet? Let's bet our careers."
The reporters all shook their heads at that.
Here he goes again!
Was Wang Yi addicted to gambling? And not just gambling—he was addicted to betting his career.
He was always putting his career on the line.
The guy was insane.
The reporter from Los Angeles had clearly lost his nerve. "No. I don't gamble. But I really don't believe you'll hit the game-winner against the Lakers every game."
Wang Yi shook his head. "Then there's nothing I can do."
I want to bet with you, but you won't take the bet, and you still say you don't believe me. What am I supposed to do?
Next, a reporter from New York asked Wang Yi, "Wang, we saw you point to the floor at Arthur before taking that final game-winning shot. Did you tell King Arthur, as we guessed, 'I'm going to hit the game-winner