When Wang Yi announced his decision on livestream, almost every NBA player was watching, along with the fans, the owners, and Xiao Hua.
Everyone knew that, given Wang Yi's influence, his decision could affect the plans of half the teams in the league.
Would Wang Yi join their team?
If he did, how should they handle things going forward?
If he didn't, how could they make up for it?
And if Wang Yi didn't join their team, would he go to the other conference?
King Arthur, for example.
He certainly didn't want Wang Yi to join the Los Angeles Lakers, but he hoped Wang Yi would go to the Eastern Conference.
Otherwise, if Wang Yi stayed in the West, then with that guy's ability, it would be extremely difficult for King Arthur to make it out of the West.
At that moment, Wang Yi appeared on camera, looking rather solemn.
Facing the camera, he took a deep breath, then fell silent for a full five seconds.
To all the viewers, all thirty NBA team owners, and King Arthur, those five seconds felt like five years.
Then, after five seconds, Wang Yi suddenly smiled.
But it wasn't a warm smile.
It was the kind of smile a child wore when he was up to mischief.
That sudden smile left everyone puzzled.
What was that smile supposed to mean?
At home, watching the livestream, NBA President Xiao Hua felt his heart give a sudden lurch when he saw Wang Yi's smile.
He'd dealt with Wang Yi plenty of times.
On several occasions, Wang Yi had worn that same smile right before tearing into him or the league.
Was Wang Yi about to pull some new stunt?
As Xiao Hua anxiously waited, Wang Yi finally spoke.
He still wore that mischievous grin