I Came, I Saw, I Conquered!

Life is sometimes truly strange. The three of them hadn't gone to a private room before the game, but now, after the game, they were on their way to one.

"Mark, what's wrong?" Zhang Yu noticed his agitation and asked softly.

Soon, Mark Baum found himself being watched by two people who had already finished eating. He quickly took a few more bites, then reluctantly put down his cutlery and wiped his hands. "I'm also very grateful to the coach. If it weren't for his recognition, I might not have been able to play in the NCAA."

"Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

"What do you think? Are you expecting me to wait for you for so long? Next time, I'll have to check out Butler's cafeteria. How bad could it be to make you guys eat so much after you come out?" Mark Baum retorted.

"You said yesterday that all of this was within expectations," Zhang Yu chuckled.

"Mr. Baum, are we really going to meet Larry Bird?" Curry asked, his voice hushed with excitement.

A true legendary superstar, 3 championships, 3 MVPs, 2 Finals MVPs, 3 consecutive 3-Point Contest championships, the NBA's greatest trash-talker, and after retiring, he led the Pacers to the Finals and became Coach of the Year.

Zhang Yu watched, astonished, as Mark Baum got drunk, muttering with a mix of amusement and disbelief, "Are you guys all competing for second place?"

"That's right, Stephen, you've asked at least five times," Mark Baum said with some helplessness.

"Stephen, if you declare for the draft, you're welcome to try out for the Pacers. I wish you luck in making it to March Madness. Call me if you want to watch a game, my suite is quite spacious."

"It's nothing, I'm just a little worried." Mark Baum poured another glass of wine, raised it, and drank it down.

"You said yesterday that all of this was within expectations," Zhang Yu chuckled.

Curry scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Are you full?" Zhang Yu asked.

"Keep working hard. I see my own shadow in you. I've always believed that the three-point shot is the answer to basketball. I hope you can make people realize that. If I have time, I'll come watch Butler's games," Larry Bird said with a smile.

Mark Baum was still elegantly cutting his steak. When he looked up, he saw that most of the steaks in front of Zhang Yu and Curry had disappeared. Zhang Yu even gave him a strange look. After a round of pleasantries, Zhang Yu couldn't help but admire Larry Bird's success in all aspects of the NBA; it wasn't without reason. His charisma was immense, capable of winning people over in just a few words.

"Drink slowly... I believe many people have already seen the bubble in the real estate market, but you should understand the people on Wall Street better than I do. They only care about making money and don't mind inflating this bubble even further. In their eyes, someone will always take the fall." Zhang Yu chuckled lightly.

"Larry, you're setting Stephen up for failure," Zhang Yu teased.

The two of them still had some things to discuss. Although he grew up in NBA arenas and often played one-on-one with NBA stars like Carter, unlike players who grew up in the slums, the NBA held no mystery for him.

"Boss, that's Larry Bird! My dad played against him. He told me Larry Bird had some kind of magic when he had the ball..."

"Stephen, you'll understand later. You're not Larry Bird; you are yourself."

"Call me Larry. I only entered the NBA when I was 23, and you're already the head coach of Butler. I have high hopes for your future development," Larry Bird said warmly, shaking Zhang Yu's hand.

"That's right, Stephen, you've asked at least five times," Mark Baum said with some helplessness.

But this was "The Big Bird" Larry Bird!

The two of them still had some things to discuss. His body swayed, his eyes became hazy, and he let out an unconscious groan from his throat. He slumped onto the table, his right hand unconsciously knocking over his wine glass, spilling the liquid across the table.

After a round of pleasantries, Zhang Yu couldn't help but admire Larry Bird's success in all aspects of the NBA; it wasn't without reason. His charisma was immense, capable of winning people over in just a few words.

"Don't be nervous, Stephen. You were a cold-blooded killer against Indiana State."

A true legendary superstar, 3 championships, 3 MVPs, 2 Finals MVPs, 3 consecutive 3-Point Contest championships, the NBA's greatest trash-talker, and after retiring, he led the Pacers to the Finals and became Coach of the Year.

"It's alright, you know I don't really like watching games in a suite," Mark Baum shrugged.

"That was just a polite remark, did you really believe it? Jordan also said Kwame Brown could become a superstar. If you don't practice well, you won't even make it to March Madness!" Zhang Yu shook his head and chuckled.

Soon, Mark Baum found himself being watched by two people who had already finished eating. He quickly took a few more bites, then reluctantly put down his cutlery and wiped his hands. He had lived up to all the swagger he had ever displayed. Curry hadn't watched many of his games, but he was very familiar with his legendary quotes.

"Sorry, Mr. Baum, I'm just used to it..." Zhang Yu looked at the dejected Curry, a smile playing on his lips.

After the three of them left the Bankers Life Fieldhouse, Mark Baum's driver was already waiting by the roadside.

Zhang Yu watched, astonished, as Mark Baum got drunk, muttering with a mix of amusement and disbelief, "Larry! You can't poach my team's core!" Zhang Yu quickly interrupted.

"Oh, alright... I'll practice hard." Curry lowered his head, his tone slightly dejected.

"Stephen, you'll understand later. You're not Larry Bird; you are yourself."

"Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

"Are you guys all competing for second place?" He couldn't let Curry develop a sense of arrogance.

"I'm also very grateful to the coach. If it weren't for his recognition, I might not have been able to play in the NCAA."

"It's nothing, I'm just a little worried." Mark Baum poured another glass of wine, raised it, and drank it down.

Zhang Yu looked at the dejected Curry, a smile playing on his lips.

"I'm going to hit a game-winner on you right here."

His body swayed, his eyes became hazy, and he let out an unconscious groan from his throat. He slumped onto the table, his right hand unconsciously knocking over his wine glass, spilling the liquid across the table.

"That's right, Stephen, you've asked at least five times," Mark Baum said with some helplessness.

He had left too many legends during his 14 seasons in the NBA and was extremely popular. Curry was very excited to hear he was going to meet Larry Bird.

Curry scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"So you can't hold your liquor? Drinking glass after glass, I thought you could handle more."

Curry scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

After the three of them left the Bankers Life Fieldhouse, Mark Baum's driver was already waiting by the roadside. The driver first took Zhang Yu back to Butler. After getting out, he sent Mark Baum a text message: "..."

Mark Baum was speechless. He looked around. Weren't all the diners at other tables eating with grace? The two of them were like starving ghosts.

"Boss, that's Larry Bird! My dad played against him. He told me Larry Bird had some kind of magic when he had the ball..."

"That was just a polite remark, did you really believe it? Jordan also said Kwame Brown could become a superstar. If you don't practice well, you won't even make it to March Madness!" Zhang Yu shook his head and chuckled.

"Hey, Mark, the last time we watched a game together was last season, right? How have you been?" Larry Bird said with a smile, shaking Mark Baum's hand.

As Curry chattered on, the three of them arrived at a private room, and Mark Baum led the way inside.

But this was "The Big Bird" Larry Bird! He handed Zhang Yu and Curry each a business card, exchanged a few pleasantries with Mark Baum, and the three of them left.

Zhang Yu followed closely behind and entered, seeing a tall, blond man with a peculiar hooked nose turn around. It was Larry Bird, the general manager of the Pacers.

"But Mr. Bird said he's very good at judging people..." Curry quickly defended.

Curry rubbed his hands awkwardly.

Mark Baum picked up a glass of tequila and drank it down. He took off the suit he hadn't even removed when Stephen Jackson hit the game-winning shot, ran a hand through his hair.

"..." Mark Baum was speechless. He looked around. Weren't all the diners at other tables eating with grace? The two of them were like starving ghosts.

"Mr. Baum, are we really going to meet Larry Bird?" Curry asked, his voice hushed with excitement.

The three men ate very quickly, especially when two of them were used to wolfing down their food.

Zhang Yu chuckled lightly, put down his phone. He had bet his entire fortune.

"Hey, Mark, the last time we watched a game together was last season, right? How have you been?" Larry Bird said with a smile, shaking Mark Baum's hand.

"Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

Larry Bird burst into laughter. "It's alright, you know I don't really like watching games in a suite," Mark Baum shrugged.

Zhang Yu looked at the dejected Curry, a smile playing on his lips.

Mark Baum was still elegantly cutting his steak. When he looked up, he saw that most of the steaks in front of Zhang Yu and Curry had disappeared. Zhang Yu even gave him a strange look.

The three of them left the Bankers Life Fieldhouse, and Mark Baum's driver was already waiting by the roadside.

"Let's go."

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

"Haha, just call me Ronan. Mr. Bird, I'm still far behind you." Zhang Yu said humbly.

"What do you think? Are you expecting me to wait for you for so long? Next time, I'll have to check out Butler's cafeteria. How bad could it be to make you guys eat so much after you come out?" Mark Baum retorted.

Zhang Yu chuckled lightly, put down his phone. He had bet his entire fortune.

Larry Bird walked past Mark Baum's shoulder and saw Zhang Yu and Curry following in. He said, to their surprise:

He handed Zhang Yu and Curry each a business card, exchanged a few pleasantries with Mark Baum, and the three of them left.

Life is sometimes truly strange. The three of them hadn't gone to a private room before the game, but now, after the game, they were on their way to one.

Larry Bird immediately shook his head. "Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

After a round of pleasantries, Zhang Yu couldn't help but admire Larry Bird's success in all aspects of the NBA; it wasn't without reason. His charisma was immense, capable of winning people over in just a few words.

Curry had to balance training and classes, and also seize the few free moments to rest well. He didn't know what chewing slowly meant. Zhang Yu, on the other hand, had developed a habit of eating quickly due to his stressful and demanding job in his previous life.

"Stephen, you're very lucky to have a coach who lets you play without restraint," Larry Bird sighed. "When I played in the NBA, Coach Auerbach wouldn't let me shoot so many three-pointers. If my coach had been Ronan, I might have had more than 3 championships."

Zhang Yu followed closely behind and entered, seeing a tall, blond man with a peculiar hooked nose turn around. It was Larry Bird, the general manager of the Pacers.

"Is it because of the subprime mortgage market?" Zhang Yu took a sip of his whiskey.

Life is sometimes truly strange. The three of them hadn't gone to a private room before the game, but now, after the game, they were on their way to one.

Zhang Yu followed closely behind and entered, seeing a tall, blond man with a peculiar hooked nose turn around. It was Larry Bird, the general manager of the Pacers.

"Mr. Bird, do you know us?" Zhang Yu asked, very surprised.

"So you can't hold your liquor? Drinking glass after glass, I thought you could handle more."

"Oh, I'm not like Michael. He only picks duds, but I'm very good at judging people. Stephen will definitely become a star. Are you interested in coming to the Pacers? We need a shooter..."

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

Curry rubbed his hands awkwardly.

Mark Baum picked up a glass of tequila and drank it down. He took off the suit he hadn't even removed when Stephen Jackson hit the game-winning shot, ran a hand through his hair.

"..." Mark Baum was speechless. He looked around. Weren't all the diners at other tables eating with grace? The two of them were like starving ghosts.

"Mr. Baum, are we really going to meet Larry Bird?" Curry asked, his voice hushed with excitement.

The three men ate very quickly, especially when two of them were used to wolfing down their food.

Curry scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, Mark, the last time we watched a game together was last season, right? How have you been?" Larry Bird said with a smile, shaking Mark Baum's hand.

"Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

Larry Bird burst into laughter. "It's alright, you know I don't really like watching games in a suite," Mark Baum shrugged.

Zhang Yu looked at the dejected Curry, a smile playing on his lips.

Mark Baum was still elegantly cutting his steak. When he looked up, he saw that most of the steaks in front of Zhang Yu and Curry had disappeared. Zhang Yu even gave him a strange look.

The three of them left the Bankers Life Fieldhouse, and Mark Baum's driver was already waiting by the roadside.

"Let's go."

"Hey, Mr. Bird, I'm Stephen Curry, the starting point guard for the Butler University Bulldogs. It's a pleasure to meet you..." Curry was so excited he was flustered and stammered.

"Hey, Mr. Bird, I'm Stephen Curry, the starting point guard for the Butler University Bulldogs. It's a pleasure to meet you..." Curry was so excited he was flustered and stammered.

"Are you guys all competing for second place?" Larry Bird smiled kindly and patted Curry's shoulder. "Stephen, you're very lucky to have a coach who lets you play without restraint," Larry Bird sighed. "When I played in the NBA, Coach Auerbach wouldn't let me shoot so many three-pointers. If my coach had been Ronan, I might have had more than 3 championships."

He couldn't let Curry develop a sense of arrogance.

"Don't be nervous, Stephen. You were a cold-blooded killer against Indiana State."

"Did you watch my games?" Curry asked, surprised.

"It's alright, you know I don't really like watching games in a suite," Mark Baum shrugged.

"I'm also very grateful to the coach. If it weren't for his recognition, I might not have been able to play in the NCAA."

Curry had to balance training and classes, and also seize the few free moments to rest well. He didn't know what chewing slowly meant. Zhang Yu, on the other hand, had developed a habit of eating quickly due to his stressful and demanding job in his previous life.

Larry Bird walked past Mark Baum's shoulder and saw Zhang Yu and Curry following in. He said, to their surprise:

"Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

After a round of pleasantries, Zhang Yu couldn't help but admire Larry Bird's success in all aspects of the NBA; it wasn't without reason. His charisma was immense, capable of winning people over in just a few words.

"Jordan also said he's very good at judging people," Zhang Yu said calmly.

"Did you watch my games?" Curry asked, surprised.

"So you can't hold your liquor? Drinking glass after glass, I thought you could handle more."

"Hey, Mr. Bird, I'm Stephen Curry, the starting point guard for the Butler University Bulldogs. It's a pleasure to meet you..." Curry was so excited he was flustered and stammered.

"Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

Larry Bird burst into laughter. "It's alright, you know I don't really like watching games in a suite," Mark Baum shrugged.

Zhang Yu looked at the dejected Curry, a smile playing on his lips.

Mark Baum was still elegantly cutting his steak. When he looked up, he saw that most of the steaks in front of Zhang Yu and Curry had disappeared. Zhang Yu even gave him a strange look.

The three of them left the Bankers Life Fieldhouse, and Mark Baum's driver was already waiting by the roadside.

"Let's go."

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

He couldn't let Curry develop a sense of arrogance.

"Don't be nervous, Stephen. You were a cold-blooded killer against Indiana State."

"I'm going to hit a game-winner on you right here."

His body swayed, his eyes became hazy, and he let out an unconscious groan from his throat. He slumped onto the table, his right hand unconsciously knocking over his wine glass, spilling the liquid across the table.

"That's right, Stephen, you've asked at least five times," Mark Baum said with some helplessness.

He had left too many legends during his 14 seasons in the NBA and was extremely popular. Curry was very excited to hear he was going to meet Larry Bird.

Curry rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"Hey, Mr. Bird, I'm Stephen Curry, the starting point guard for the Butler University Bulldogs. It's a pleasure to meet you..." Curry was so excited he was flustered and stammered.

"Boss, that's Larry Bird! My dad played against him. He told me Larry Bird had some kind of magic when he had the ball..."

"Of course, I bet my entire fortune."

Mark Baum picked up a glass of tequila and drank it down. He took off the suit he hadn't even removed when Stephen Jackson hit the game-winning shot, ran a hand through his hair.

Zhang Yu watched, astonished, as Mark Baum got drunk, muttering with a mix of amusement and disbelief, "Larry! You can't poach my team's core!" Zhang Yu quickly interrupted.

"Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

"That was just a polite remark, did you really believe it? Jordan also said Kwame Brown could become a superstar. If you don't practice well, you won't even make it to March Madness!" Zhang Yu shook his head and chuckled.

"Hey, Mark, the last time we watched a game together was last season, right? How have you been?" Larry Bird said with a smile, shaking Mark Baum's hand.

"Mr. Bird, do you know us?" Zhang Yu asked, very surprised.

Curry looked at the business card in his hand repeatedly, his expression a little dazed.

"Hey, Mr. Bird, I'm Stephen Curry, the starting point guard for the Butler University Bulldogs. It's a pleasure to meet you..." Curry was so excited he was flustered and stammered.

"Jordan also said he's very good at judging people," Zhang Yu said calmly.

"Of course, I bet my entire fortune."

"Stephen, if you declare for the draft, you're welcome to try out for the Pacers. I wish you luck in making it to March Madness. Call me if you want to watch a game, my suite is quite spacious."

"Call me Larry. I only entered the NBA when I was 23, and you're already the head coach of Butler. I have high hopes for your future development," Larry Bird said warmly, shaking Zhang Yu's hand.

Mark Baum picked up a glass of tequila and drank it down. He took off the suit he hadn't even removed when Stephen Jackson hit the game-winning shot, ran a hand through his hair.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little worried." Mark Baum poured another glass of wine, raised it, and drank it down.

"That's right, Stephen, you've asked at least five times," Mark Baum said with some helplessness.

But this was "The Big Bird" Larry Bird!

"That's right, although we had a plan for the current situation, the market, which should have been volatile, is still rising. This is outrageous!" Mark Baum drank his third glass of wine.

Zhang Yu watched, astonished, as Mark Baum got drunk, muttering with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Sorry, Mr. Baum, I'm just used to it..."

"Is it because of the subprime mortgage market?" Zhang Yu took a sip of his whiskey.

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

Larry Bird smiled kindly and patted Curry's shoulder.

"That's right, although we had a plan for the current situation, the market, which should have been volatile, is still rising. This is outrageous!" Mark Baum drank his third glass of wine.

Zhang Yu chuckled lightly, put down his phone. He had bet his entire fortune.

Mark Baum naturally wouldn't hold such a trivial matter against him. The three of them left the restaurant. The driver first took Curry back to school, then took Zhang Yu and Mark Baum to a quiet bar.

As Curry chattered on, the three of them arrived at a private room, and Mark Baum led the way inside.

As Curry chattered on, the three of them arrived at a private room, and Mark Baum led the way inside.

"Stephen, you're very lucky to have a coach who lets you play without restraint," Larry Bird sighed. "When I played in the NBA, Coach Auerbach wouldn't let me shoot so many three-pointers. If my coach had been Ronan, I might have had more than 3 championships."

"You said yesterday that all of this was within expectations," Zhang Yu chuckled.

"That was just a polite remark, did you really believe it? Jordan also said Kwame Brown could become a superstar. If you don't practice well, you won't even make it to March Madness!" Zhang Yu shook his head and chuckled.

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

"Boss, I'm not dreaming, am I? Mr. Bird said he saw his shadow in me... You think I can become a star?"

He couldn't let Curry develop a sense of arrogance.

Larry Bird smiled kindly and patted Curry's shoulder.

"Larry! You can't poach my team's core!" Zhang Yu quickly interrupted.

"Oh, I'm not like Michael. He only picks duds, but I'm very good at judging people. Stephen will definitely become a star. Are you interested in coming to the Pacers? We need a shooter..."

"Buddy, as long as it keeps rising, I'll lose tens of millions of dollars every quarter! I've bet my entire fortune, and I'm under a lot of pressure. I check the ABX (Subprime Mortgage Securities Price Index) several times a day, but it keeps rising! I don't know if those people are crazy. The real estate market has become an obvious bubble, why are so many people still enthusiastic about trading subprime mortgage securities?" Mark Baum gulped down his fourth glass of wine and growled angrily.

The three of them left the Bankers Life Fieldhouse, and Mark Baum's driver was already waiting by the roadside.

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

"Hey, Mark, the last time we watched a game together was last season, right? How have you been?" Larry Bird said with a smile, shaking Mark Baum's hand.

"Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

"Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

He had left too many legends during his 14 seasons in the NBA and was extremely popular. Curry was very excited to hear he was going to meet Larry Bird.

Curry scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"So you can't hold your liquor? Drinking glass after glass, I thought you could handle more."

"Boss, I'm not dreaming, am I? Mr. Bird said he saw his shadow in me... You think I can become a star?"

"Boss, I'm not dreaming, am I? Mr. Bird said he saw his shadow in me... You think I can become a star?"

A true legendary superstar, 3 championships, 3 MVPs, 2 Finals MVPs, 3 consecutive 3-Point Contest championships, the NBA's greatest trash-talker, and after retiring, he led the Pacers to the Finals and became Coach of the Year.

But this was "The Big Bird" Larry Bird!

Mark Baum was still elegantly cutting his steak. When he looked up, he saw that most of the steaks in front of Zhang Yu and Curry had disappeared. Zhang Yu even gave him a strange look.

"Drink slowly... I believe many people have already seen the bubble in the real estate market, but you should understand the people on Wall Street better than I do. They only care about making money and don't mind inflating this bubble even further. In their eyes, someone will always take the fall." Zhang Yu chuckled lightly.

"So you can't hold your liquor? Drinking glass after glass, I thought you could handle more."

"That's right, Stephen, you've asked at least five times," Mark Baum said with some helplessness.

Larry Bird immediately shook his head. "Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

Larry Bird walked past Mark Baum's shoulder and saw Zhang Yu and Curry following in. He said, to their surprise:

"Keep working hard. I see my own shadow in you. I've always believed that the three-point shot is the answer to basketball. I hope you can make people realize that. If I have time, I'll come watch Butler's games," Larry Bird said with a smile.

He couldn't let Curry develop a sense of arrogance.

He had left too many legends during his 14 seasons in the NBA and was extremely popular. Curry was very excited to hear he was going to meet Larry Bird.

Curry rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"Hey, Mr. Bird, I'm Stephen Curry, the starting point guard for the Butler University Bulldogs. It's a pleasure to meet you..." Curry was so excited he was flustered and stammered.

"Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

After a round of pleasantries, Zhang Yu couldn't help but admire Larry Bird's success in all aspects of the NBA; it wasn't without reason. His charisma was immense, capable of winning people over in just a few words.

"Jordan also said he's very good at judging people," Zhang Yu said calmly.

"That was just a polite remark, did you really believe it? Jordan also said Kwame Brown could become a superstar. If you don't practice well, you won't even make it to March Madness!" Zhang Yu shook his head and chuckled.

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

Curry rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"But Mr. Bird said he's very good at judging people..." Curry quickly defended.

Mark Baum naturally wouldn't hold such a trivial matter against him. The three of them left the restaurant. The driver first took Curry back to school, then took Zhang Yu and Mark Baum to a quiet bar.

As Curry chattered on, the three of them arrived at a private room, and Mark Baum led the way inside.

"Stephen, you're very lucky to have a coach who lets you play without restraint," Larry Bird sighed. "When I played in the NBA, Coach Auerbach wouldn't let me shoot so many three-pointers. If my coach had been Ronan, I might have had more than 3 championships."

"You said yesterday that all of this was within expectations," Zhang Yu chuckled.

"That was just a polite remark, did you really believe it? Jordan also said Kwame Brown could become a superstar. If you don't practice well, you won't even make it to March Madness!" Zhang Yu shook his head and chuckled.

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

"Boss, I'm not dreaming, am I? Mr. Bird said he saw his shadow in me... You think I can become a star?"

He couldn't let Curry develop a sense of arrogance.

Larry Bird smiled kindly and patted Curry's shoulder.

"Larry! You can't poach my team's core!" Zhang Yu quickly interrupted.

"Oh, I'm not like Michael. He only picks duds, but I'm very good at judging people. Stephen will definitely become a star. Are you interested in coming to the Pacers? We need a shooter..."

"Buddy, as long as it keeps rising, I'll lose tens of millions of dollars every quarter! I've bet my entire fortune, and I'm under a lot of pressure. I check the ABX (Subprime Mortgage Securities Price Index) several times a day, but it keeps rising! I don't know if those people are crazy. The real estate market has become an obvious bubble, why are so many people still enthusiastic about trading subprime mortgage securities?" Mark Baum gulped down his fourth glass of wine and growled angrily.

The three of them left the Bankers Life Fieldhouse, and Mark Baum's driver was already waiting by the roadside.

"Those damn bastards! I'll definitely..." Mark Baum cursed, but didn't finish the sentence.

"Hey, Mark, the last time we watched a game together was last season, right? How have you been?" Larry Bird said with a smile, shaking Mark Baum's hand.

"Coach Z, Stephen? Mark said he brought friends to watch the game. I didn't expect it to be you guys."

"Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

"It's alright, you know I don't really like watching games in a suite," Mark Baum shrugged.

Curry looked at the business card in his hand repeatedly, his expression a little dazed.

"Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little worried." Mark Baum poured another glass of wine, raised it, and drank it down.

The three of them left the Bankers Life Fieldhouse, and Mark Baum's driver was already waiting by the roadside.

"Let's go."

"Of course, I bet my entire fortune."

Curry had to balance training and classes, and also seize the few free moments to rest well. He didn't know what chewing slowly meant. Zhang Yu, on the other hand, had developed a habit of eating quickly due to his stressful and demanding job in his previous life.

"Hey, Mark, the last time we watched a game together was last season, right? How have you been?" Larry Bird said with a smile, shaking Mark Baum's hand.

"Mr. Bird, do you know us?" Zhang Yu asked, very surprised.

"Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

"Of course, I watch Indiana State's opening game every year, and they've almost never lost. I didn't expect them to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactical setup was brilliant," Larry Bird said with feigned helplessness.

The three men ate very quickly, especially when two of them were used to wolfing down their food.

"Are you full?" Zhang Yu asked.

"Larry! You can't poach my team's core!" Zhang Yu quickly interrupted.

"What's wrong, Mark?" Zhang Yu noticed his agitation and asked softly.

"I'm going to hit a game-winner on you right here."

Mark Baum naturally wouldn't hold such a trivial matter against him. The three of them left the restaurant. The driver first took Curry back to school, then took Zhang Yu and Mark Baum to a quiet bar.

His body swayed, his eyes became hazy, and he let out an unconscious groan from his throat. He slumped onto the table, his right hand unconsciously knocking over his wine glass, spilling the liquid across the table.

Curry had to balance training and classes, and also seize the few free moments to rest well. He didn't know what chewing slowly meant. Zhang Yu, on the other hand, had developed a habit of eating quickly due to his stressful and demanding job in his previous life.

Curry scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"So you can't hold your liquor? Drinking glass after glass, I thought you could handle more."

"Boss, I'm not dreaming, am I? Mr. Bird said he saw his shadow in me... You think I can become a star?"

"Boss, I'm not dreaming, am I? Mr. Bird said he saw his shadow in me... You think I can become a star?"

A true legendary superstar, 3 championships, 3 MVPs, 2 Finals MVPs, 3 consecutive 3-Point Contest championships, the NBA's greatest trash-talker, and after retiring, he led the Pacers to the Finals and became Coach of the Year.

But this was "The Big Bird" Larry Bird!

Mark Baum was still elegantly cutting his steak. When he looked up, he saw that most of the steaks in front of Zhang Yu and Curry had disappeared. Zhang Yu even gave him a strange look.

Larry Bird immediately shook his head. "Drink slowly... I believe many people have already seen the bubble in the real estate market, but you should understand the people on Wall Street better than I do. They only care about making money and don't mind inflating this bubble even further. In their eyes, someone will always take the fall." Zhang Yu chuckled lightly.

"So you can't hold your liquor? Drinking glass after