After the timeout, both teams returned to the court.
Wang Yi didn't immediately go to get the ball. Instead, he walked over to Saipan of the Spurs.
Popovich, sitting courtside and drinking water, saw Wang Yi approach Saipan and immediately choked.
He hurried to his feet, watching Wang Yi and Saipan nervously.
At the same time, he muttered, "Wang Yi, with your stature, isn't it a little embarrassing to pick on a player who can't even normally get off the bench?"
On the court, Wang Yi gave Saipan a thumbs-up. "Nice work, kid."
Saipan's eyes lit up at that.
After all, Wang Yi had been the undisputed best player in the league for the past seven or eight years.
Getting praised by him was a huge encouragement to Saipan.
Wang Yi continued, "To reward you, I'll give you a million dollars for every three-pointer you make from here on out."
Saipan felt his mind go blank with a thunderous bang.
He stood there stunned, as if he'd been struck by lightning.
He was an undrafted player, a fringe player, and his salary this season was only $2.1 million.
After taxes, he would take home only a little over $1.1 million.
Then, after paying his agent and covering expenses like body maintenance, training, workouts, and rent, he'd be left with barely more than $600,000.
For an ordinary person, taking home $600,000 a year was a lot. But for an NBA player, netting that little was miserably low.
And now Wang Yi was offering a million dollars for every three-pointer.
It was obviously an enormous temptation.
But he wasn't sure Wang Yi was telling the truth.
After all, that was a million dollars per shot. Not even Jordan or Kobe had ever played for stakes that high on the court.
Wang Yi