When he got home that night, Wang Yi lay in bed, already turning things over in his mind.
A lot of ordinary people thought Tamim was just a fool with more money than sense, a king who had made far too much money from oil.
He'd spent billions of dollars buying a team just because he was a fan, then offered his favorite star a salary of $300 million a year.
For four years, he hadn't made a cent. He'd simply spent his time taking the star he liked out to have fun.
It looked like a completely brainless thing to do.
In reality, Tamim had acted that way because he saw Wang Yi's commercial value and had set his sights on him, laying the groundwork well in advance.
He'd bought a team for Wang Yi, offered him an annual salary of $300 million, and spent four years going around having fun with him, all to win Wang Yi's favor.
That way, future business negotiations with Wang Yi would go more smoothly.
Someone with that kind of foresight and nerve certainly wasn't the sort to say things casually.
So when he'd brought up Doncic recruiting Wang Yi that day, there must have been something deeper behind it.
As for what that deeper meaning was, Wang Yi had no idea at the moment.
After all, Tamim planned to sign him to a new two-year contract. Maybe he wouldn't find out what it meant until two years from now.
Wang Yi had always believed that if you couldn't figure something out, there was no point dwelling on it. A moment later, he fell asleep.
Two days later, Zhang Jiacheng and Zhang Yu had both returned to China.
They were going to rest for half a month, then report to the National Team