In the arena, Old Master Bo, his hair and beard silver, stood with his ruddy nose sticking out as he looked at the dozen or so players before him and roared:
"They dare to look down on us like this? In the next game, we'll make them pay! So I have only one demand for you: fight! Fight like your lives depend on it!"
"Fight like our lives depend on it!"
All the players roared in unison.
Only then did Seders, the head coach, finally understand what Old Master Bo was up to.
He was using media coverage to rile up the players, filling them with anger so they would play with even more ferocity on the court.
Seders couldn't help but admire Old Master Bo even more.
This was what it meant for master strategists to face off. Every move was layered with countless hidden intentions.
After Wang Yi and the players left Natural Bridge Caverns, they didn't call it a day. Instead, he took the team to Paesanos Riverwalk, a famous restaurant in San Antonio.
It was an Italian-style restaurant that served traditional Mediterranean cuisine and world-class wine.
Here, you could experience the most authentic Italian cuisine.
During the Playoffs, Wang Yi usually never drank alcohol, and he didn't let the players drink either.
But today, since they were already here and the restaurant had world-class wine, they might as well drink to their hearts' content with the team.
Besides, they had more than five million dollars left from winning the previous series.
Even if the players ate as much as they could, could they really spend a hundred thousand dollars in one meal?
It was just the wine that was a little expensive.
Among the wines here was a Texas specialty white wine.
A bottle cost