Finally, the time came: it was 7:50 p.m. All the players had made their way to the sidelines.
The performance underway on the court was a Sichuan Opera face-changing act from China.
It was thanks to Wang Yi's help that this face-changing troupe had first been introduced to the Kings.
After performing for the Kings, they quickly became famous. Now they could book more than forty NBA performances almost every year.
Their performance fees had risen right along with their fame.
At first, they had charged $1,000 for a five-minute performance. Gradually, that rose to $5,000, and now they charged $10,000.
Although they performed only a little over forty times a year, those performances alone brought in more than $400,000.
That income was already enough to support apprentices and buy performance equipment.
And after they became famous in the NBA, other leagues invited them to perform too, including baseball and tennis events.
So now they earned more than a million dollars a year.
It was all thanks to Wang Yi's help. Everyone in the troupe was deeply grateful to him, especially their master.
In his eyes, making money came second. The most important thing was passing on China's traditional culture. Now that the troupe was earning money, more people would come to learn Sichuan Opera face-changing.
In the past, he had begged people to learn, and they still didn't want to, thinking there was no future in it.
Now, if people wanted to learn from him, he might not even accept them.
As the opera masks changed, the crowd let out wave after wave of amazed cries.
Watching this, Wang Yi felt a surge of pride.
It was like watching his classmates perform an amazing trick in front of the whole school, leaving everyone stunned. How could he not be