Wang Yi's $1 million wager sounded pretty intimidating.
But Brad Walker didn't lose his head over it.
Instead, he asked Wang Yi cautiously, "What if I lose? I mean, I don't think that could ever happen, but I still want to make sure beforehand so you can't set me up."
Wang Yi just chuckled casually. "If you lose, you don't have to give up anything. You just have to answer my question: can he make it in the NBA or not? That's all."
Brad Walker couldn't quite believe it. He asked Wang Yi doubtfully, "You're sure all I have to do is answer your question, and I don't have to give up anything?"
Wang Yi nodded. "Of course."
Brad Walker relaxed.
Even if he lost, Wang Yi could ask him to answer, but he could just grit his teeth and say this guy wasn't good enough for the NBA. What could Wang Yi do about it? Did winning mean he was good enough to make the NBA?
Ridiculous.
So if he lost, he wouldn't have to give up a thing. He didn't even have to answer the question the way Wang Yi wanted.
But if he won, he'd get $1 million. It was practically a sure thing.
By now, Wang Yi had fired up the crowd, and their excitement had reached new heights.
After all, this was a game with a $1 million prize on the line.
A one-armed player taking on an NBA guard;
A $1 million wager;
A one-on-one hosted by Wang Yi;
A one-armed player hoping to make it into the NBA.
Every one of those details was enough to grab people's attention, and together they sent the excitement through the roof.
Meanwhile, back in China, at Zhang Jiacheng's hometown,
his parents had been waiting in