"People's thinking is always changing over time. Last year, Joe the Boss thought the Souma step was a cheap trick. But this year, when he can use it to his advantage on the court, he'll call it simple and practical."
Yang Yi chuckled. "This isn't anything new for Joe the Boss. He once represented the players in labor negotiations with the owners, demanding that they raise player salaries and condemning them for treating players inhumanely, as nothing but tools for making money. He even said the owners treated players like slaves."
"But later, after he retired and became a team owner, he took the opposite position in labor negotiations with the players, demanding that they take pay cuts. He thought the owners weren't making enough money and the players were making too much, so player salaries had to be slashed. If they couldn't reach an agreement, he'd rather see the NBA shut down."
Director Zhang summed it up: "That's just how things change with the times. It's human nature."
On the court, Jordan passed the ball to Wang Yi again, then quickly closed in on him.
This time, Wang Yi caught the ball, faked left, then swiftly drove to the right. Jordan used his body to cut him off, but Wang Yi leaned into him and muscled his way toward the inside of the three-point line.
Jordan hadn't expected that. Before, whenever Jordan cut him off, Wang Yi would immediately change direction or turn and drive the other way.
He hadn't expected Wang Yi to stubbornly force his way in from the right this time.
Caught off guard, Jordan let Wang Yi get half a step past him, leaving him with no choice but to chase from behind.
The hearts of the 100,000 spectators on the surrounding floating islands were