Bald Wang Yi at the Fifth Layer
"Don't worry. I'll make sure you earn a fortune over the next year."
When Wang Yi said this, both the head of Anta's marketing department and Sister Luo felt reassured.
For one thing, neither of them had any doubt about Wang Yi's current money-making power.
With the way Wang Yi had performed over the past two years, making money was no problem at all if he set his mind to it.
For another, Wang Yi had a passive ability: every boast he made came true.
Looking back at all the boasts Wang Yi had made over the past three years, which one hadn't come true?
"I'm here to conquer the NBA"—it had sounded like a joke at the time, but now at least half of it had come true;
"Our goal is the Western Conference Finals"—he'd exceeded that goal;
"I'll hit the game-winner against the Nets in the final second of Game 7"—mission accomplished;
"He's only fit to eat my dust"—mission accomplished.
"Get ready for the Kings Dynasty"—halfway there.
There were countless more examples like these.
In short, anything he boasted about was sure to come true.
So Sister Luo and the head of Anta's marketing department were both reassured.
Next, China, Spain, and Slovenia each played another group-stage game.
Spain had Little Gasol and the golden boy, Rubio.
But how could they withstand Wang Yi's onslaught?
Even though he didn't get an Experience Card this game, Wang Yi's speed, strength, jumping ability, explosiveness, and every other attribute were on a whole different level from the other players.
He didn't take threes from the perimeter this game.
Instead, he focused most of his energy on attacking Spain's interior.
Golden Boy Rubio was guarding him, but he couldn't do a thing to