Wang Yi's agent, Luo Lin, asked him:
"Although the contract the Lakers offered is pretty good, with the way you've played these last few games, there are definitely teams that would offer you more. I just got word that the Clippers are interested in you. They also happen to have $8 million in cap space right now. Do you want to wait a little longer?"
Wang Yi shook his head.
"No need to wait."
Actually, he'd spent the last few days thinking about his career plans.
First: the Lakers were in greatest need of 3D players right now.
Although Wang Yi didn't see himself as a 3D Player—he had even bigger ambitions—
the skills he'd shown so far made him a quality 3D player.
So he'd get more playing time here.
More playing time meant more possibilities.
Second: James had played in the league for nearly 20 seasons. All that experience was a valuable asset.
He could learn a lot from being around him.
Third: James was already 38 and nearing retirement.
By the time Wang Yi had learned what he could from him, James would probably be retired.
As long as Wang Yi performed well enough, the Lakers would then be his and Thick Eyebrows' team.
There was plenty of exposure here.
And high exposure meant plenty of money.
Who would turn down money?
After weighing all those factors, Wang Yi had decided to stay with the Lakers.
Luo Lin had actually considered many factors and analyzed a lot of information herself. She felt that, for Wang Yi at this point in his career, staying with the Lakers was the best choice.
Hearing Wang Yi's answer saved her the trouble of trying to persuade him.
"Wang Yi, then I'll bring the contract to Portland tomorrow morning with someone from