Two days before the Western Conference Finals between the Kings and the Spurs began, Wang Yi had more to do than just lead the team through the plays he and head coach De'Anthony had recently devised.
During a break in practice, he called over Mills, the team's equipment manager.
Seeing Wang Yi acting so mysterious, Mills knew something was up.
He asked curiously, "Wang, is there something shady you want me to do?"
Wang Yi chuckled. "Come on, do you think I only come to you when I need something shady?"
"Isn't that the case? Every time you call me over, it's to do something bad. Do I really look that sleazy, like the kind of guy who'd do something shady?"
Wang Yi patted Mills on the shoulder. "All right, next time I'll definitely ask you to do something good."
Mills continued, "The Spurs checked into our Kings Hotel today. Should we pull something at the hotel like we did before? Like that ghost prank?"
The last time they pulled the ghost prank at the Kings Hotel, it had scared their opponents half to death, leaving them completely rattled on the court.
Wang Yi shook his head. "No, we're not pulling any stunts at the hotel this time. Our focus is keeping everything clean. I want them to feel that we're treating them sincerely and in good faith. We're not playing dirty. Let them enjoy a comfortable, peaceful stay."
Mills looked at Wang Yi, puzzled.
"Boss, are you serious? That doesn't sound like you."
Wang Yi shook his head. "I mean we're not pulling any dirty tricks at their hotel."
This time, Mills understood what Wang Yi meant. "So we're pulling dirty tricks in the locker room?"
Wang Yi snapped his fingers. "Exactly. First, find a few carpenters and have