Danny said he was feeling fine now.
Wang Yi nodded. "All right. Danny will play in the Finals. Tures, your punishment is a two-game suspension and a $100,000 fine. Little Danny, your punishment is a two-game suspension and a $20,000 fine."
Although the two of them had made the same mistake, their salaries were vastly different. Little Danny was still a rookie.
The market had been sluggish when Wang Yi retired, so players' salaries had dropped considerably over the past two years. As an undrafted rookie, Little Danny had earned only $900,000 in his first year.
Tures, meanwhile, earned $5 million a year.
Both of them nodded.
Neither had any objections to Wang Yi's punishment.
Wang Yi continued, "As for your fines, I'll set up a relief fund within the team for rookies from less well-off families. It'll provide them with some support when they first join the team."
He went on, "From now on, any Kings player who breaks the rules will be fined, and the money will go into this fund. I'll also add to it every year to make sure it stays at $1 million."
Then Wang Yi asked the others, "Does anyone have any questions about their punishment?"
Everyone shook their heads.
They did have one concern: they felt the punishment was a little too harsh, especially with the Finals about to begin.
But Wang Yi had already made up his mind, and they knew there was no point arguing.
At last, Wang Yi turned to Tures and Little Danny. "Now, let's talk about why you two got into a fight."
Tures spoke up. "We ran into some guy at a nightclub. He insulted Little Danny and me, calling us the N-word. We got angry and argued with him, so he called over a bunch of