I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Zhang Yu walked quickly to the corner of the gym and took out his phone to call Curry. He put down the phone, walked out of the room, came down from the attic, and stood at the junction of the stairs between the second and first floors, looking down. The sky had already turned a deep blue, the sunset was about to dip below the horizon, and there were few pedestrians on the Butler University campus. Zhang Yu and Stevens walked away side-by-side, streetlights flickered on, casting their shadows longer and longer. "It's nothing much, just checking on Stephen's training. Has his shooting form improved?" Zhang Yu asked knowingly. He was about to start his day's training and was changing into his jersey in his room, preparing to head to school. "It's not much, two million... no, one million dollars would be enough." Zhang Yu was taken aback, realizing Dell had misunderstood. Dell thought he was asking for a bribe as "payment" for recruiting Curry. "Coach Ronan, hello." "Tomato and beef, you didn't mention this much earlier, did you?" The call was quickly connected, and he got straight to the point. Dell was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news, stroking the back of his American Shorthair cat with his left hand, chuckling occasionally, looking quite pleased. "Oh, you only need a million dollars? Is that enough... Wait! How much do you want to borrow? One million dollars?!" Dell's casual tone suddenly rose in shock as he retorted. "Coach Ronan, hello." "What brings you to call me? Is something up?" Dell asked directly. "No need, just return whatever you borrow, and the deadline can be extended to a year," Dell said. "It's not much, two million... no, one million dollars would be enough." "How's your dad doing?" "Stephen, I have something I want to ask you." "I was asking what kind of pizza Tracy made today." "Dell, I know this request is very sudden and difficult, but only you can help me with this. I only need it for a month. After a month, I can return one million two hundred thousand dollars to you. If you agree, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU," Zhang Yu said slowly, his tone very sincere. "Sure, I'll buy the beer," Zhang Yu smiled. "What brings you to call me? Is something up?" Dell asked directly. Stevens turned around, "So you want to borrow money? How much do you need?" Dell was very straightforward. "Coach Ronan, I appreciate your recognition of Stephen, but one million dollars is too much. Stephen's goal is the NBA. If he gets involved in a bribery scandal, he'll definitely be suspended. Without games to play, no team will draft him. I'm sorry, I can't take that risk." "What is it, Coach?" Curry replied loudly from the other end of the phone, placing his phone on the table. "What did you say?" "Didn't you already read these books?" He was about to start his day's training and was changing into his jersey, preparing to head to school. "What is it? Just say it. Without you, Stephen wouldn't even know where he'd be playing now. As long as I can help, I will," Dell found it a bit amusing, wondering what it could be. Curry returned to his room and picked up his phone. Zhang Yu was taken aback, realizing Dell had misunderstood. Dell thought he was asking for a bribe as "payment" for recruiting Curry. One million was a significant sum. Even though his entire career salary was close to twenty million dollars, after taxes, he only took home a little over twelve million. Moreover, he had purchased some properties and made several investments. One million dollars represented half of his available cash. Julian Becko, after shooting a ball, nudged Mike Green beside him and whispered, "How's your dad doing?" And if something like this were to break, the head coach might not face major consequences, but the player would definitely be suspended by the NCAA committee. If he didn't play college ball, how could NBA teams notice him? Zhang Yu was taken aback, realizing Dell had misunderstood. Dell thought he was asking for a bribe as "payment" for recruiting Curry. "What did you say?" "Thank you, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow afternoon. Are you free?" It was Zhang Yu who gave Curry a chance to play in the NCAA, a favor he always remembered. "What did you say?" One million was a considerable sum, but his son's future was more important. "What?" Curry put on his jersey, wondering if he had misheard. In the office, Zhang Yu was packing up when Stevens knocked on the half-open door and walked in. "What's up, Ronan?" Dell felt Zhang Yu's voice sounded a bit strange and couldn't help but ask. Curry listened to the "beep, beep, beep" sound from the phone, put it down, and felt a bit strange. He couldn't contain his excitement. One million dollars was in his hands. With gambling, it could quickly turn into tens of millions. The principal he had always dreamed of was within reach. "What is it, Coach?" Curry replied loudly from the other end of the phone, placing his phone on the table. The coach specifically called to ask about his dad's mood? What kind of operation was this? "You're not going to the casino, are you?" Curry listened to the "beep, beep, beep" sound from the phone, put it down, and felt a bit strange. "I mean, how is your dad doing right now?" Zhang Yu lowered his voice, looked around, and his eyes showed a hint of guilt. "It's not much, two million... no, one million dollars would be enough." He couldn't contain his excitement. One million dollars was in his hands. With gambling, it could quickly turn into tens of millions. The principal he had always dreamed of was within reach. "...Wait a moment." Curry heard clearly this time. "Haha, that's good, that's good..." Zhang Yu gave a dry laugh. Zhang Yu walked quickly to the corner of the gym and took out his phone to call Curry. He found Curry's house according to the address Dell gave him, wrote the IOU, and Dell handed him a pre-filled personal check for one million dollars. He put down the phone, walked out of the room, came down from the attic, and stood at the junction of the stairs between the second and first floors, looking down. Stevens stopped and turned to look at Zhang Yu seriously, "No." Zhang Yu shook his head. "I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice. After a while, Dell finally spoke. Dell was sitting on the sofa watching the morning news, stroking the back of his American Shorthair cat with his left hand, chuckling occasionally, looking quite pleased. Indeed, he was only supervising. Stevens was guiding the players' skills, and he only needed to point out when the players made mistakes in running tactics, at most praising the hard-working players or scolding the listless Julian Becko. He didn't need to exert himself at all, forming a stark contrast with the sweaty Stevens. "Ahem... well, I do have something I need your help with." Zhang Yu hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to speak. "I've run into some trouble recently and urgently need money. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some." "Tomato and beef, you didn't mention this much earlier, did you?" It was Zhang Yu who gave Curry a chance to play in the NCAA, a favor he always remembered. "Okay." Curry returned to his room and picked up his phone. "I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice. The next day, Zhang Yu flew to Charlotte alone, leaving the team's training to Stevens. Zhang Yu looked around and found that the players were training diligently under the guidance of the coaching staff. With no one around, he spoke somewhat guiltily, "Alright then, see you tomorrow." Zhang Yu said sincerely. "That was when I was an assistant coach. Now I need to watch it again from the head coach's perspective," Zhang Yu said. "Yes!" That afternoon, Zhang Yu flew back to Indiana and went to the bank to cash the check. Three days later, he received a notification from the bank that one million dollars had been added to his account. In the office, Zhang Yu was packing up when Stevens knocked on the half-open door and walked in. "Coach, my dad is in a good mood." "Ahem... well, I do have something I need your help with." Zhang Yu hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to speak. He couldn't forget Curry's despair after being rejected by Selinberg. Julian Becko, after shooting a ball, nudged Mike Green beside him and whispered, "How's your dad doing?" Zhang Yu continued to press. He couldn't contain his excitement. One million dollars was in his hands. With gambling, it could quickly turn into tens of millions. The principal he had always dreamed of was within reach. "I mean, how is your dad doing right now?" Zhang Yu lowered his voice, looked around, and his eyes showed a hint of guilt. "Stephen, I have something I want to ask you." "Dell, I know this request is very sudden and difficult, but only you can help me with this. I only need it for a month. After a month, I can return one million two hundred thousand dollars to you. If you agree, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU," Zhang Yu said slowly, his tone very sincere. He couldn't forget Curry's despair after being rejected by Selinberg. "So you want to borrow money? How much do you need?" Dell was very straightforward. "Sure, I'll buy the beer," Zhang Yu smiled. "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "I was asking what kind of pizza Tracy made today." "Coach Ronan, hello." One million was a considerable sum, but his son's future was more important. "Dell, I know this request is very sudden and difficult, but only you can help me with this. I only need it for a month. After a month, I can return one million two hundred thousand dollars to you. If you agree, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU," Zhang Yu said slowly, his tone very sincere. He couldn't forget Curry's despair after being rejected by Selinberg. "So you want to borrow money? How much do you need?" Dell was very straightforward. "Sure, I'll buy the beer," Zhang Yu smiled. "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "Hey, Dell, you're too formal. Just call me Ronan," Zhang Yu smiled. "You must have misheard. Hurry up and go." "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "See, the coach looks very happy." And if something like this were to break, the head coach might not face major consequences, but the player would definitely be suspended by the NCAA committee. If he didn't play college ball, how could NBA teams notice him? And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "No." Zhang Yu shook his head. "I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice. The next day, Zhang Yu flew to Charlotte alone, leaving the team's training to Stevens. Zhang Yu looked around and found that the players were training diligently under the guidance of the coaching staff. With no one around, he spoke somewhat guiltily. Zhang Yu smiled, "Tracy made pizza today. Do you want to come?" There was silence on the other end of the phone again. "I've run into some trouble recently and urgently need money. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some." "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. After speaking, he hung up the phone. "What brings you to call me? Is something up?" Dell asked directly. After speaking, he hung up the phone. Julian Becko, after shooting a ball, nudged Mike Green beside him and whispered, And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "How's your dad doing?" "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "Do you need something from him? I can give him the phone directly." Curry asked, puzzled. "What is it? Just say it. Without you, Stephen wouldn't even know where he'd be playing now. As long as I can help, I will," Dell found it a bit amusing, wondering what it could be. Zhang Yu, unaware of Curry's thoughts, found Dell's contact information in his address book, took a deep breath, and dialed. "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "What's wrong, Ronan?" Dell felt Zhang Yu's voice sounded a bit strange and couldn't help but ask. "See you tomorrow." Dell said slowly. "Ronan, you gave Stephen a chance, and I'm willing to trust you once." Dell finally spoke. "Today is a good day~" Zhang Yu hummed a cheerful tune, a smile on his face, and returned to the sidelines to supervise the players' training. Curry returned to his room and picked up his phone. "No need, just return whatever you borrow, and the deadline can be extended to a year," Dell said. "Okay." The call was quickly answered, and Dell's gentle voice came from the receiver. "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. At this time, the Bulldogs' training also came to an end, and the players welcomed a long summer vacation. "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "I was asking what kind of pizza Tracy made today." "Coach Ronan, hello." One million was a considerable sum, but his son's future was more important. "Dell, I know this request is very sudden and difficult, but only you can help me with this. I only need it for a month. After a month, I can return one million two hundred thousand dollars to you. If you agree, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU," Zhang Yu said slowly, his tone very sincere. He couldn't forget Curry's despair after being rejected by Selinberg. "So you want to borrow money? How much do you need?" Dell was very straightforward. "Sure, I'll buy the beer," Zhang Yu smiled. "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "Hey, Dell, you're too formal. Just call me Ronan," Zhang Yu smiled. "You must have misheard. Hurry up and go." "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "See, the coach looks very happy." And if something like this were to break, the head coach might not face major consequences, but the player would definitely be suspended by the NCAA committee. If he didn't play college ball, how could NBA teams notice him? And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "No." Zhang Yu shook his head. "I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice. The next day, Zhang Yu flew to Charlotte alone, leaving the team's training to Stevens. Zhang Yu looked around and found that the players were training diligently under the guidance of the coaching staff. With no one around, he spoke somewhat guiltily. Zhang Yu smiled, "Tracy made pizza today. Do you want to come?" There was silence on the other end of the phone again. "I've run into some trouble recently and urgently need money. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some." "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. After speaking, he hung up the phone. "What brings you to call me? Is something up?" Dell asked directly. After speaking, he hung up the phone. Julian Becko, after shooting a ball, nudged Mike Green beside him and whispered, And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "How's your dad doing?" "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "Do you need something from him? I can give him the phone directly." Curry asked, puzzled. "What is it? Just say it. Without you, Stephen wouldn't even know where he'd be playing now. As long as I can help, I will," Dell found it a bit amusing, wondering what it could be. Zhang Yu, unaware of Curry's thoughts, found Dell's contact information in his address book, took a deep breath, and dialed. "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "What's wrong, Ronan?" Dell felt Zhang Yu's voice sounded a bit strange and couldn't help but ask. "See you tomorrow." Dell said slowly. "Ronan, you gave Stephen a chance, and I'm willing to trust you once." Dell finally spoke. "Today is a good day~" Zhang Yu hummed a cheerful tune, a smile on his face, and returned to the sidelines to supervise the players' training. Curry returned to his room and picked up his phone. "No need, just return whatever you borrow, and the deadline can be extended to a year," Dell said. "Okay." The call was quickly answered, and Dell's gentle voice came from the receiver. "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. At this time, the Bulldogs' training also came to an end, and the players welcomed a long summer vacation. "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "I was asking what kind of pizza Tracy made today." "Coach Ronan, hello." One million was a considerable sum, but his son's future was more important. "Dell, I know this request is very sudden and difficult, but only you can help me with this. I only need it for a month. After a month, I can return one million two hundred thousand dollars to you. If you agree, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU," Zhang Yu said slowly, his tone very sincere. He couldn't forget Curry's despair after being rejected by Selinberg. "So you want to borrow money? How much do you need?" Dell was very straightforward. "Sure, I'll buy the beer," Zhang Yu smiled. "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "Hey, Dell, you're too formal. Just call me Ronan," Zhang Yu smiled. "You must have misheard. Hurry up and go." "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "See, the coach looks very happy." And if something like this were to break, the head coach might not face major consequences, but the player would definitely be suspended by the NCAA committee. If he didn't play college ball, how could NBA teams notice him? And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "No." Zhang Yu shook his head. "I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice. The next day, Zhang Yu flew to Charlotte alone, leaving the team's training to Stevens. Zhang Yu looked around and found that the players were training diligently under the guidance of the coaching staff. With no one around, he spoke somewhat guiltily. Zhang Yu smiled, "Tracy made pizza today. Do you want to come?" There was silence on the other end of the phone again. "I've run into some trouble recently and urgently need money. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some." "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. After speaking, he hung up the phone. "What brings you to call me? Is something up?" Dell asked directly. After speaking, he hung up the phone. Julian Becko, after shooting a ball, nudged Mike Green beside him and whispered, And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "How's your dad doing?" "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "Do you need something from him? I can give him the phone directly." Curry asked, puzzled. "What is it? Just say it. Without you, Stephen wouldn't even know where he'd be playing now. As long as I can help, I will," Dell found it a bit amusing, wondering what it could be. Zhang Yu, unaware of Curry's thoughts, found Dell's contact information in his address book, took a deep breath, and dialed. "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "What's wrong, Ronan?" Dell felt Zhang Yu's voice sounded a bit strange and couldn't help but ask. "See you tomorrow." Dell said slowly. "Ronan, you gave Stephen a chance, and I'm willing to trust you once." Dell finally spoke. "Today is a good day~" Zhang Yu hummed a cheerful tune, a smile on his face, and returned to the sidelines to supervise the players' training. Curry returned to his room and picked up his phone. "No need, just return whatever you borrow, and the deadline can be extended to a year," Dell said. "Okay." The call was quickly answered, and Dell's gentle voice came from the receiver. "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. At this time, the Bulldogs' training also came to an end, and the players welcomed a long summer vacation. "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "I was asking what kind of pizza Tracy made today." "Coach Ronan, hello." One million was a considerable sum, but his son's future was more important. "Dell, I know this request is very sudden and difficult, but only you can help me with this. I only need it for a month. After a month, I can return one million two hundred thousand dollars to you. If you agree, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU," Zhang Yu said slowly, his tone very sincere. He couldn't forget Curry's despair after being rejected by Selinberg. "So you want to borrow money? How much do you need?" Dell was very straightforward. "Sure, I'll buy the beer," Zhang Yu smiled. "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "Hey, Dell, you're too formal. Just call me Ronan," Zhang Yu smiled. "You must have misheard. Hurry up and go." "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "See, the coach looks very happy." And if something like this were to break, the head coach might not face major consequences, but the player would definitely be suspended by the NCAA committee. If he didn't play college ball, how could NBA teams notice him? And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "No." Zhang Yu shook his head. "I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice. The next day, Zhang Yu flew to Charlotte alone, leaving the team's training to Stevens. Zhang Yu looked around and found that the players were training diligently under the guidance of the coaching staff. With no one around, he spoke somewhat guiltily. Zhang Yu smiled, "Tracy made pizza today. Do you want to come?" There was silence on the other end of the phone again. "I've run into some trouble recently and urgently need money. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some." "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. After speaking, he hung up the phone. "What brings you to call me? Is something up?" Dell asked directly. After speaking, he hung up the phone. Julian Becko, after shooting a ball, nudged Mike Green beside him and whispered, And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "How's your dad doing?" "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "Do you need something from him? I can give him the phone directly." Curry asked, puzzled. "What is it? Just say it. Without you, Stephen wouldn't even know where he'd be playing now. As long as I can help, I will," Dell found it a bit amusing, wondering what it could be. Zhang Yu, unaware of Curry's thoughts, found Dell's contact information in his address book, took a deep breath, and dialed. "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "What's wrong, Ronan?" Dell felt Zhang Yu's voice sounded a bit strange and couldn't help but ask. "See you tomorrow." Dell said slowly. "Ronan, you gave Stephen a chance, and I'm willing to trust you once." Dell finally spoke. "Today is a good day~" Zhang Yu hummed a cheerful tune, a smile on his face, and returned to the sidelines to supervise the players' training. Curry returned to his room and picked up his phone. "No need, just return whatever you borrow, and the deadline can be extended to a year," Dell said. "Okay." The call was quickly answered, and Dell's gentle voice came from the receiver. "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. At this time, the Bulldogs' training also came to an end, and the players welcomed a long summer vacation. "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "I was asking what kind of pizza Tracy made today." "Coach Ronan, hello." One million was a considerable sum, but his son's future was more important. "Dell, I know this request is very sudden and difficult, but only you can help me with this. I only need it for a month. After a month, I can return one million two hundred thousand dollars to you. If you agree, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU," Zhang Yu said slowly, his tone very sincere. He couldn't forget Curry's despair after being rejected by Selinberg. "So you want to borrow money? How much do you need?" Dell was very straightforward. "Sure, I'll buy the beer," Zhang Yu smiled. "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "Hey, Dell, you're too formal. Just call me Ronan," Zhang Yu smiled. "You must have misheard. Hurry up and go." "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "See, the coach looks very happy." And if something like this were to break, the head coach might not face major consequences, but the player would definitely be suspended by the NCAA committee. If he didn't play college ball, how could NBA teams notice him? And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "No." Zhang Yu shook his head. "I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice. The next day, Zhang Yu flew to Charlotte alone, leaving the team's training to Stevens. Zhang Yu looked around and found that the players were training diligently under the guidance of the coaching staff. With no one around, he spoke somewhat guiltily. Zhang Yu smiled, "Tracy made pizza today. Do you want to come?" There was silence on the other end of the phone again. "I've run into some trouble recently and urgently need money. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some." "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. After speaking, he hung up the phone. "What brings you to call me? Is something up?" Dell asked directly. After speaking, he hung up the phone. Julian Becko, after shooting a ball, nudged Mike Green beside him and whispered, And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "How's your dad doing?" "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "Do you need something from him? I can give him the phone directly." Curry asked, puzzled. "What is it? Just say it. Without you, Stephen wouldn't even know where he'd be playing now. As long as I can help, I will," Dell found it a bit amusing, wondering what it could be. Zhang Yu, unaware of Curry's thoughts, found Dell's contact information in his address book, took a deep breath, and dialed. "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "What's wrong, Ronan?" Dell felt Zhang Yu's voice sounded a bit strange and couldn't help but ask. "See you tomorrow." Dell said slowly. "Ronan, you gave Stephen a chance, and I'm willing to trust you once." Dell finally spoke. "Today is a good day~" Zhang Yu hummed a cheerful tune, a smile on his face, and returned to the sidelines to supervise the players' training. Curry returned to his room and picked up his phone. "No need, just return whatever you borrow, and the deadline can be extended to a year," Dell said. "Okay." The call was quickly answered, and Dell's gentle voice came from the receiver. "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. At this time, the Bulldogs' training also came to an end, and the players welcomed a long summer vacation. "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "I was asking what kind of pizza Tracy made today." "Coach Ronan, hello." One million was a considerable sum, but his son's future was more important. "Dell, I know this request is very sudden and difficult, but only you can help me with this. I only need it for a month. After a month, I can return one million two hundred thousand dollars to you. If you agree, I'll fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU," Zhang Yu said slowly, his tone very sincere. He couldn't forget Curry's despair after being rejected by Selinberg. "So you want to borrow money? How much do you need?" Dell was very straightforward. "Sure, I'll buy the beer," Zhang Yu smiled. "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded him. "Hey, Dell, you're too formal. Just call me Ronan," Zhang Yu smiled. "You must have misheard. Hurry up and go." "Thank you, Dell. I'll go to Charlotte tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll return one million two hundred thousand dollars in full after a month." "See, the coach looks very happy." And if something like this were to break, the head coach might not face major consequences, but the player would definitely be suspended by the NCAA committee. If he didn't play college ball, how could NBA teams notice him? And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "No." Zhang Yu shook his head. "I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice. The next day, Zhang Yu flew to Charlotte alone, leaving the team's training to Stevens. Zhang Yu looked around and found that the players were training diligently under the guidance of the coaching staff. With no one around, he spoke somewhat guiltily. Zhang Yu smiled, "Tracy made pizza today. Do you want to come?" There was silence on the other end of the phone again. "I've run into some trouble recently and urgently need money. I wanted to ask if I could borrow some." "Yes, one million dollars." Zhang Yu still spoke cautiously. "Hoo..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver. Zhang Yu didn't speak either, and silence fell between them. After speaking, he hung up the phone. "What brings you to call me? Is something up?" Dell asked directly. After speaking, he hung up the phone. Julian Becko, after shooting a ball, nudged Mike Green beside him and whispered, And Zhang Yu was willing to write an IOU. Even if he didn't repay it later, it wouldn't be considered a bribe and wouldn't affect Curry's future. "How's your dad doing?" "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "Do you need something from him? I can give him the phone directly." Curry asked, puzzled. "What is it? Just say it. Without you, Stephen wouldn't even know where he'd be playing now. As long as I can help, I will," Dell found it a bit amusing, wondering what it could be. Zhang Yu, unaware of Curry's thoughts, found Dell's contact information in his address book, took a deep breath, and dialed. "What's it to you? Just train hard." Mike Green glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a stern face. "What's wrong, Ronan?" Dell felt Zhang Yu's voice sounded a bit strange and couldn't help but ask. "See you tomorrow." Dell said slowly. "Ronan, you gave Stephen a chance, and I'm willing to trust you once." Dell finally spoke. "Today is a good day~" Zhang Yu hummed a cheerful tune, a smile on his face, and returned to the sidelines to supervise the players' training. Curry returned to his room and picked up his phone. "No need, just return whatever you borrow, and the deadline can be extended to a year," Dell said. "Okay." The call was quickly answered, and Dell's gentle voice came