Tamim, the owner, was nothing more than an amateur.
And he was already in his fifties, nearly sixty.
Naturally, his skills weren't all that impressive.
Wang Yi started by practicing three-pointers from various spots, then worked on midrange shots, and finally practiced layups.
For his last shot before wrapping up, he sprinted from the backcourt, dribbled to the free-throw line, and leaped straight from there.
Bang—
He threw down a powerful, one-handed Big Windmill dunk from the free-throw line.
The others all applauded in amazement.
The Son of Wind, Nash, had once been best known for his speed and passing ability.
As for his leaping ability, it was nothing special.
Despite playing in the NBA for so many years, fans had seen him dunk only a handful of times.
Seeing a dunk like this, almost like some airborne beast, from such a short distance naturally left him impressed.
Lowry had dunked often when he was young, but they had just been ordinary dunks.
Forget a free-throw line dunk—even dunking from a step inside the line would have been difficult for him.
Seeing Wang Yi's dunk, he cheered repeatedly. "Oh God, that dunk was so cool!"
At noon, Wang Yi and the others went to Tamim's office to sign the contract.
The contract had been drafted earlier by Sister Luo and Raptors general manager Lowry.
It was worth $1.5 billion over five years.
The final two years were player options.
In other words, as long as Wang Yi played for the Raptors for three years, he could opt out at any time during the final two years if he didn't want to renew his contract with them.
Since Tamim's offer was far more generous than Wang Yi and Sister Luo had expected, negotiations went smoothly. The two sides reached an agreement