The Kings' general manager wanted to pick Danny Rose in the second round, but Wang Yi shook his head and said,
"Pick him in the first round."
The general manager hesitated.
Using a first-round pick on someone he'd never even heard of would definitely get him mocked by other teams, media reporters, and countless fans.
They'd say the general manager was either crazy or stupid.
But in the end, he considered that Wang Yi wouldn't joke about something like this, and gritted his teeth.
"Fine. I'll pick him!"
Wang Yi nodded. "Thanks."
After ending the call, Rose, sitting beside Wang Yi, nodded to him. "Thanks."
Wang Yi watched the traffic ahead.
"You need to make it clear to him that our help is secondary. What matters most is that he works hard himself. If he doesn't have the height, he'll have to make up for it with effort."
At that moment, general manager Divac had just ended the call. Thinking back on what Wang Yi had said, he was filled with excitement.
Earlier, when the coaching staff had asked Wang Yi for his thoughts on the draft, he'd given them no clear answer.
That had left everyone in the Kings organization feeling uneasy.
Because Wang Yi had seemed indifferent to the draft, did that mean he wasn't willing to stay with the Kings next season?
Was he only too lazy to care who the Kings picked because he didn't want to stay with the team?
The more they thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
For several days, everyone in the Kings organization, from the owner down to the coaches, had been on edge.
Now that Wang Yi had offered guidance on the draft, it meant he would definitely stay with the Kings next season.
Knowing Wang Yi,