The League President's Vision

In fact, if it hadn't been for the pandemic last year, Chen Xi's first MVP trophy should have been presented by Silver, too...

The award ceremony wasn't anything worth talking about. It was the same old thing, the same old routine.

After casually accepting another MVP trophy from Silver, Chen Xi raised it high above his head and held it there long enough for the photographer in front of him to get a shot. Then he quickly lowered it again, and that was that~~

After handing the trophy over to a staff member, Chen Xi tilted his head and headed to the bench, waiting for the game to begin.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but Chen Xi felt that Silver's expression tonight was different from the one he'd seen before.

It wasn't obvious, but Chen Xi could sense it. Silver seemed a little warmer toward him...

And, in fact, that was exactly what had happened. Adam Silver's opinion of Chen Xi had indeed changed.

He had to admit that over the past two years, he'd looked at Chen Xi with prejudice. Likewise, he'd been biased against the Thunder.

But now, though he still wasn't particularly fond of the Thunder Team, his opinion of Chen Xi had changed.

What was the NBA's essence as a commercial league?

Entertainment, profit, the Hollywood of sports—a grand star-making machine.

Everyone knew that David Stern had taken the NBA to the world. But who knew the names of the League Presidents before Stern? How many of them had there been?

Because Stern had ushered in an era.

During his tenure at the helm of the NBA, Michael Jordan emerged as the greatest player in basketball history, an epoch-making figure, and the Dream Team appeared, a star-studded squad that dominated the world.

And as Jordan's