A $25,000 fine?!
Wasn't that just scratching Tang Tian's itch?!
How could Cuban even say something like that?!
Xiao Hua felt like he was about to go mad with rage.
But everyone else had agreed one after another. Even if he insisted, he would not get the committee's support.
The frustration in his heart had built into a volcano on the verge of erupting, but reality left him unable to do anything.
It was then that he realized Tang Tian's influence was far greater than he had imagined.
If it were James, he could still use business interests to persuade him. Even Kobe could be smeared by steering the media narrative.
But this was Tang Tian. He did not care about money, had no scandals, and was now one of a kind.
Though he was unwilling to admit it, Tang Tian—the so-called tool in his eyes—was no longer someone he could shake.
Left with no choice, he nodded in agreement.
But he had other ideas in mind. If he could not do it openly, he had ways of doing it in the shadows.
He had not been League President for many years, but he had been an NBA executive for over a decade. There was no way he lacked methods for dealing with people.
After the meeting ended, Xiao Hua kept the Pelicans' vice president, Nas, behind for a private talk.
"For the sake of its interests, the league will not suspend Tang Tian. But your team should impose an appropriate suspension internally. Only then can similar incidents truly be prevented from happening again."
Before Nas could speak, Xiao Hua's next words shut him down.
"If you agree, I will consider favoring you in nationally televised games, team promotion, and other benefits."
Nas smiled when he heard that. He was