A Fire in Their Hearts—They Were a Bunch of Absolute Nightmares!

"It was... all right!"

Su Yan smiled.

He felt everyone was overreacting.

Was it really that expensive?!

It was only the equivalent of one game—hell, even without playing, just walking around and taking strolls every day, it would only take three to five days.

Just $130,000?

What the fuck...

Was that even something a human being should say?

Larry Hughes was completely speechless.

When he bought his $100,000 Mercedes-Benz G-Class, he had compared prices at several dealerships. Yet Su Yan buying a $130,000 watch looked as casual as buying a toy watch for a child.

Larry Hughes truly could not understand the world of the rich.

"Hahaha!"

McGrady laughed and sighed. "Su Yan is really rich."

David Lee gave him a thumbs-up and praised, "There are plenty of rich people, but Su Yan has always kept a low profile.

He doesn't have the bad habits of those rich second-generation heirs—carousing, womanizing, gambling, and acting like spoiled playboys.

That's what makes him so admirable!!!"

"Yes, yes!"

Larry Hughes nodded rapidly. "Su Yan may be a rich second-generation heir, but he isn't annoying at all. He doesn't flaunt his wealth and stays very low-key.

That alone is enough to make me like him."

"No, no, no!"

Su Yan waved his hands. He did not like the label of "rich second-generation heir" either, so he made up an excuse. "I'm not some rich second-generation heir.

I've just made a little money recently from funds and stock trading."

Funds and stocks came with both high risks and high returns. No matter how much someone made, it was entirely possible.

After all, everyone knew that this kind of thing could also leave you bankrupt overnight.

What?!

Everyone's eyes widened.

It was one thing for Su Yan to be rich, but... this money had not come from his family. He had earned it himself.

In an instant, everyone looked at him with newfound respect!!!

They all stared at Su Yan with eyes full of envy and admiration, as if he were their idol, the ideal they wanted to become.

Handsome, capable, rich—and he had earned that money himself.

God.

Who wouldn't want to become someone as outstanding as Su Yan?!!!

Ahem...

Su Yan felt intensely uncomfortable under the near-infatuated worshipful gazes of all those men. He wanted to run, but there was nowhere to escape.

Save me, save me, save me!

Just then, his phone rang again.

Like a lifesaving call, Su Yan answered it immediately, and the players finally snapped out of their worshipful state.

The call was from the Thunder.

After the former Sonics traded away Ray Allen, Lewis, and Radmanovic, breaking up the "Three Musketeers" lineup, they officially began rebuilding.

Durant in 2007, Westbrook in 2008, Harden in 2009.

Three young stars in three years.

The rebuild was complete. For the Thunder, who had spent years at the bottom of the Western Conference, this season brought hope of reaching the playoffs.

And if they added someone like Su Yan, the four young stars would be unstoppable. The playoffs would be a certainty... and perhaps they could even make a run at the Western Conference Finals.

The key was, they were far too young.

Give them a few more years to develop, and they would definitely become a championship-caliber team!

Thunder was also desperate to get Su Yan and offered him a massive contract no worse than Harden's.

Su Yan gave them a vague answer.

Don't ask... if you asked, it was still undecided.

He knew perfectly well what kind of performances he had put up in the league, and better than anyone, he knew just how astonishing his ceiling was.

He had unlimited freedom of choice.

There was no rush.

Beep, beep, beep~

The call ended.

Before he could even take a bite of food, another call came in. This time, it was... the Wizards.

Then things got out of hand.

The phone bombardment did not end until Su Yan boarded the plane and turned off his phone.

"Whew..."

Su Yan leaned back in his airplane seat, fastened his seatbelt, and let out a long breath. He kept shaking his head. "What a headache. It feels like my head is about to explode!!!"

He was definitely going to sign a new contract.

That meant he had no choice but to answer these calls.

And the owner of the number that had left as many as twenty-seven missed calls was confirmed to be the Rockets' general manager: Darwin Mo Gou.

He thought that, with Yao Ming as a connection, he had a natural advantage in acquiring Su Yan—perhaps even a sure thing.

In reality... Su Yan knew that damn bastard had insulted China.

He held him in utter contempt and disgust.

He had practically hung up the moment he finished the introduction and confirmed the man's identity, leaving the other party completely dumbfounded.

There was nothing wrong with the Rockets.

There was nothing wrong with Yao Ming.

But a Rockets team with Mo Gou was absolutely not a team he would join, unless... Mo Gou got the hell out of the Rockets.

"Ha~"

McGrady smiled. "Yan, you're just too popular. I suggest finding an agent.

He can handle all these trivial matters for you."

"That makes sense!"

Su Yan slapped his hand against his palm. He had nearly forgotten about that.

David Lee chimed in, "Want me to send you my agent's business card?!"

"Are you seriously going to have Su Yan go looking for him?"

McGrady curled his lip, unconvinced. "Yan, once we get off the plane, I'll contact my agent, Ann Terlem.

I think... he'd be more than happy to be your agent."

"My bad!"

David Lee raised his hand apologetically. "I instinctively put myself in my own shoes and thought an agent was something you had to find yourself.

But actually...

For a player as outstanding as Yan, agents should be the ones coming to him."

"It's fine!"

Su Yan waved it off. He was not that fussy. Smiling, he said, "If you have time, just give me the business cards. Thanks!"

"No problem."

"That's easy, Yan!"

Everyone chatted while reading the news.

For one thing, it passed the time. For another, it let them catch up on what had been happening around the league lately.

Su Yan closed his eyes to rest, but they kept opening and closing. He simply could not fall asleep. He felt a little unwell.

It felt as if a ball of fire was burning in his chest.

His whole body felt faintly feverish as well.

Why?!

Had he eaten something bad?

Or was he irritated by all those calls?

Or was it something else?

Su Yan had no idea.

But the managers and coaches from every team trying to sign him were driving him crazy, and he couldn't shake them off.

A bunch of living nightmares.

If he had to keep handling these matters himself, Su Yan might really get so irritated that he became restless.

Finding an agent was urgent—an immediate priority.

After getting off the plane.

Su Yan found more than a dozen missed calls on his phone, one person having called eight times alone.

Just as he was looking at them.

That person called again.

"What team hasn't called yet?"

Su Yan thought as he answered.

"Yan, you finally picked up!"

That voice was...

"Stephen?"

Su Yan was somewhat surprised.

"Yeah~"

Curry sounded as if to say, Of course it's me. "Yan, I've got good news for you. We're about to become teammates!"

"Really?"

"Of course. Coach D'Antoni already confirmed it with me. Didn't he tell you guys?!"

"Not yet."

Su Yan answered honestly.

This was something he hadn't expected either.

What he meant was: Why would the Warriors trade Curry away? Weren't they personally burying a dynasty?!

How stupid was that?

"Maybe some details of the trade still haven't been finalized."

Curry guessed, then said casually, "Anyway, we'll be teammates soon. I'm really looking forward to playing with you.

Also.

My agent, Jeff Augustine, asked for your contact information, and I gave it to him without asking your permission.

I figured you probably need an agent too, and my agent really is pretty good.

Still, I thought I should let you know."

"I see."

Su Yan smiled. "It's fine. Thanks for looking out for me."

"No need to thank me."

Curry chuckled. "I'm only recommending him to you. Whether he's a good fit or not depends on your own choice.

That's it for now.

I'm looking forward to fighting alongside you in New York, Yan!!!"

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