Mitchell immediately understood what Wang Yi meant and said with a smile:
"By then, the game will feature other NBA stars—even ordinary NBA players. The only ones missing will be those few, and they'll be the ones left feeling awkward."
Wang Yi nodded. "King Arthur was never on good terms with me, so it's understandable that he didn't join. As for Erpi, they just want to ride my coattails. But once they've milked this wave of publicity, they'll regret it."
Mitchell understood Wang Yi's point. After those two rode Wang Yi's coattails, every star who had agreed to grant their likeness rights would benefit once the game became a full-blown hit.
Those few who hadn't joined would have to watch from the sidelines.
Wang Yi continued, "When your negotiating team talks to the players, explain the game's prospects to them. Make it clear that it's bound to become a hit and that they'll benefit too. Then we'll definitely be able to pay less in licensing fees. We may not be short on money, but we can't spend it carelessly."
Mitchell nodded and gave Wang Yi an OK sign. "Oh... got it!"
The two discussed some domestic investment plans. By then, the car had been driving through the mountains for more than two hours.
According to the navigation, they were almost at the Mushroom House.
Wang Yi yawned.
Over the past few days, he'd played games, caught flights, given a speech, and ridden in a car. His exhaustion had built up to a considerable degree.
Although the system let him wake up refreshed after a night's sleep, it couldn't ease the fatigue in his heart.
Looking at the mountains rolling around them, Wang Yi yawned again. All he wanted now was to sleep.
A little while later, the car finally turned