Wang Yi looked at Tamim with genuine sincerity. "I want to know the real reason behind all this."
Tamim didn't hide anything. He was just as sincere as he replied,
"You know that Saudi Arabia is a small country that built its wealth on oil. Although oil has made us one of the richest countries in the world, we have almost nothing besides it."
"And oil will eventually run out. Once it does, we'll become one of the poorest countries in the world."
"So our country is now seeking to transform its economy, and our best prospects are technology and tourism."
"Developing technology will take time, whereas transforming tourism can be done much faster."
By then, Wang Yi understood. "You want to build a training center and a theme park centered around me, using my influence to attract tourists?"
Tamim nodded. "That's right. Of course, we won't expect you to do it for free. We'll pay you."
"As for how much, we can negotiate. We could arrange a one-time buyout or a revenue-sharing deal."
"Our initial offer for a one-time buyout is three billion dollars."
"If we share the revenue, you'll receive 2% of the net income each year. And even if we don't make a profit, we'll still pay you a guaranteed one hundred million dollars a year."
"Of course, those are just our initial proposals. If you don't think they're enough, we can discuss it further."
Wang Yi couldn't help marveling inwardly.
The NBA still hadn't fully recovered from the impact his retirement had had on the U.S. economy. As a result, many NBA teams had seen their valuations fall.
Even the less valuable teams were worth only a little over two billion dollars.
Even the more valuable ones, like the Los Angeles Lakers and New York's team,