When Will heard David Hiller's words, he quickly motioned for him to lower his voice, then glanced out the window.
"You think the owners of all 30 teams, including God of Basketball Michael Jordan, would go to the airport to greet him if he had no background?"
"Use your pig brain and think about it!"
David Hiller fell silent.
Before, he'd thought the owners had personally gone to the airport to welcome Wang Yi simply because the NBA needed him to make money so badly.
Now it seemed things weren't as simple as he'd thought.
Will continued, "Just me investigating him these past two days might already have gotten me into serious trouble. I advise you to keep your head down like me for a while."
"So I get treated like this, and I can't even get revenge?"
"No!"
Will said firmly, "If you still have even the slightest thought of revenge, then you won't be far from your own death."
"Why?"
David Hiller was clearly unwilling to accept it.
Will sighed. "Ordinary people like you and me don't need to know why when it comes to things like this. We just need to know what we should and shouldn't do."
David Hiller lowered his head helplessly.
After the Kings' championship parade, Wang Yi planned to wait until he had renewed his contract with the Kings before returning to China.
Then he would bring his mother and Nicole over.
The next major event on the league calendar was the draft.
This year wasn't considered a particularly strong draft class.
The prospects who had declared for the draft weren't especially talented.
The Kings hadn't managed to stockpile any high draft picks over the past two years, so they had the 27th pick in the first round and the 22nd pick