Though to other people, $10 million was only a third of his annual salary.
But that $10 million was net income.
His annual salary was $30 million, but nearly half of it went to taxes. Then there were all the expenses—hiring a private trainer and nutritionist, buying training equipment, and going out to have fun. By the end of the year, he'd be lucky if he had seven or eight million dollars left in his pocket.
Now, all he had to do was make one shot to earn $5 million with ease.
Make two, and he'd get $10 million.
Where else could he find a deal like that?
As the saying went, money moved the heart. LaMelo Ball was genuinely tempted. He turned to Wang Yi and said, "You'd better not go back on your word."
"Have you ever seen me go back on my word?"
Wang Yi replied.
Big Ball was delighted to hear that. "I'll take that bet!"
Wang Yi nodded, then held out his hand for Big Ball to slap.
Big Ball reached out and slapped Wang Yi's hand hard.
That showed they had both agreed to the bet.
The audience and everyone else at the scene were baffled. Why had Big Ball suddenly started high-fiving Wang Yi in the middle of a perfectly good game?
Were the two of them involved in some kind of shady deal?
As everyone wondered what was going on, Wang Yi took a few steps back and gestured for Big Ball to go ahead.
Seeing this from the sidelines, LaMelo Ball suddenly understood why Big Ball had high-fived Wang Yi.
He hurriedly shouted from the sideline, "No, no, no!"
But the noise from the crowd drowned him out, and Big Ball couldn't hear him.
He simply held out his hand and