At the press conference, every reporter had their cameras trained on Wang Yi, seated on the stage.
Flashes kept going off, and shutters clicked nonstop.
Ever since the Finals, there had been no news of Wang Yi for more than half a year.
For all sports reporters, especially NBA reporters, it had been an agonizing time.
They had all been doing quite well these past few years.
Why had they been doing well?
Because Wang Yi had brought enormous traffic and attention to the NBA.
As a result, all NBA-related revenue had risen, and these reporters had naturally benefited as well.
But during the more than half year Wang Yi had been gone, there had not been the slightest bit of news about him.
It was as if Wang Yi had suddenly vanished from the face of the earth.
During the first month or so, there had still been all kinds of speculation about Wang Yi, and it had become a major topic.
But in the internet age, the age of information, any hot topic lasting more than half a month was already considered a long time.
The buzz over Wang Yi's disappearance had lasted a month, something no other topic could have achieved.
After that month, the buzz around Wang Yi had completely faded away.
Without a topic or public attention, these reporters naturally made far less money.
At that moment, as the entire venue quieted down, the host raised a hand to signal everyone.
The league President first said a few brief words, affirming Wang Yi's contributions to the NBA.
Then he passed the microphone to Wang Yi.
The room instantly fell silent, and everyone stared at him.
Wang Yi picked up the microphone, his voice calm.
"I'm standing here today to give everyone a clear answer."
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