Although Wang Yi earned over a billion dollars a year, he had plenty of expenses too.
One-fifth of that income went to charity.
Three-fifths went into various investments.
Only the remaining fifth was his to keep.
At the moment, he had just over $200 million in cash.
Just then, Wang Yi's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and saw that Shaquille O'Neal was calling.
He answered, and that familiar voice came through the receiver.
"Buddy, I saw footage of your game. It was freaking amazing. But right now, it's only available in China. I asked a friend in China to get one for me, but I couldn't even snag a headset. Fifty thousand headsets sold out in half an hour. Could you get one for me?"
Wang Yi shook his head. "No. We're friends, but as an old Chinese saying goes, even brothers should keep their accounts clear. I'll charge you for the headset, and you'll have to cover all the shipping costs yourself."
O'Neal sounded exasperated. "You're being a little stingy, aren't you? If—I'm just saying, if—I hired you as an endorser, would you give me a headset for free?"
"An endorsement? For what?"
Wang Yi perked up at once. He was short on cash.
"My line of sports headphones."
O'Neal did indeed have a sports headphone brand he'd invested in.
O'Neal had given Wang Yi a pair of the headphones before, and Wang Yi had tried them out.
They were excellent quality and came with a full range of features, such as heart and lung monitoring.
Stopwatch.
Long-distance running pace tracking.
Phone functions.
Music playback.
E-book reading.
The headphones basically came equipped with every feature you could need while exercising or relaxing.
You could do anything except watch videos.
The headphones ranked among the top five best-selling