"Well, it's alright!"
Su Yan smiled.
He felt everyone was overreacting.
Is it really expensive?!
It's just the cost of one game, or even if I don't play, just walking around and strolling every day, it only takes 3 to 5 days.
Only 130,000?
This f*cking... listen, is that something a person should say?
Larry Hughes was speechless.
He compared prices at three different dealers for a 100,000 Mercedes-Benz G-Class, yet Su Yan bought a 130,000 watch as casually as buying a toy watch for a child.
Larry Hughes truly couldn't understand the world of the rich.
"Hahaha!"
McGrady laughed loudly and sighed, "Su Yan is really rich."
David Lee also gave a thumbs-up, praising, "There are many rich people, but Su Yan has always been very low-key.
He doesn't have the vices of a 'rich second generation'—the carousing and dissipation of a spoiled brat.
That is the most commendable thing!!!"
"Yes, yes!"
Larry Hughes nodded vigorously, "Su Yan is a rich second generation, but he's not annoying at all, nor does he pretend to be a mogul; he's very humble.
Just for that, I really like him."
"No, no, no!"
Su Yan waved his hand. He also disliked the 'rich second generation' label and fabricated an excuse, explaining, "I'm not some rich second generation.
I just made a little money recently playing funds and stocks."
Since funds and stocks involve high risk and high income, any amount earned is possible.
Because everyone knows you could also lose everything overnight with this stuff.
What?!
Everyone's eyes widened.
It was one thing that Su Yan was rich, but it turned out... this money wasn't from his family; he earned it himself.
In an instant.
Everyone was filled with profound respect!!!
Everyone stared at Su Yan with eyes full of envy and reverence, as if Su Yan were their idol and their life's aspiration.
Good-looking, talented, rich, and he earned the money himself.
My God.
Who wouldn't want to become an outstanding person like Su Yan!!!
*Cough, cough*... Su Yan felt extremely awkward being stared at by a group of men with almost infatuated admiration. He wanted to escape but couldn't.
He screamed internally: Save me, save me, save me!
Just then.
His phone rang again.
Like a life-saving blessing, Su Yan immediately answered the call, and the players also snapped out of their worship mode.
The call was from the Thunder.
After their predecessor, the SuperSonics, traded away Ray Allen, Lewis, and Radmanovic, dismantling the "Three Musketeers" lineup.
They officially began rebuilding.
Durant in '07, Westbrook in '08, Harden in '09.
Three young stars in three years.
The reconstruction was complete, giving the Thunder, who had been at the bottom of the Western Conference for several years, hope of reaching the Playoffs this year.
If they added Su Yan.
The Four Young Stars would shine brilliantly, the Playoffs would be guaranteed... maybe they could even challenge for the Western Conference Finals.
Crucially.
They were too young.
If they matured for a few more years, they would definitely be a championship team!
The Thunder were also extremely eager to acquire Su Yan and offered a large contract no less impressive than Harden's.
Su Yan vaguely brushed them off.
Don't ask... if you ask, the answer is pending.
He knew exactly how well he was performing in the league, and he knew better than anyone how astonishing his ceiling was.
He had unlimited options.
Everything could wait.
*Beep beep beep*~
The call ended.
Before he could even take a bite of food, another call came in, this time... from the Washington Wizards.
Then things spiraled out of control.
The phone bombardment only stopped when Su Yan boarded the plane and turned off his phone.
"Phew..."
Su Yan leaned back in his airplane seat, fastened his seatbelt, let out a long breath, and shook his head repeatedly: "This is truly a headache, I feel like my head is going to explode!!!"
He definitely needed to sign a new contract.
So he had to answer these calls.
The owner of the single number with a maximum of 27 missed calls was confirmed to be the manager of the Rockets: Daryl Mo Gou.
He thought that having Yao Ming's connection gave him a natural advantage in acquiring Su Yan, perhaps even making it a sure thing.
In reality... Su Yan knew that this damned bastard was anti-China.
He scoffed at him and felt immense disgust.
Almost immediately after hearing the introduction and confirming the identity, he hung up the phone, leaving the latter completely bewildered.
The Rockets were fine.
Yao Ming was fine.
But going to the Rockets while Mo Gou was there was impossible, unless... Mo Gou got out of the Rockets.
"Ha~"
McGrady smiled: "Yan, you are too popular. I suggest you find an agent.
He can handle these trivial matters for you."
"That makes sense!"
Su Yan clapped his hands; he had almost forgotten about this.
David Lee chimed in, "Should I recommend my agent's business card to you?!"
"Don't tell me you expect Su Yan to go looking for him?"
McGrady curled his lip dismissively: "Yan, when we land, I'll contact my agent, Arn Tellem.
I think... he would be very happy to be your agent."
"My bad!"
David Lee raised his hand apologetically, "I subconsciously put myself in my own shoes, thinking one has to find an agent themselves.
In reality.
For a player as outstanding as Yan, the agents should definitely be knocking on his door."
"No problem!"
Su Yan waved his hand. He wasn't that fussy, smiling, "If you have time, you can give me the business cards, thank you!"
"Small issue."
"That's too simple, Yan!"
Everyone chatted while reading the newspaper.
Firstly, to pass the time, and secondly, to learn about recent events in the league.
Su Yan closed his eyes to rest, but his eyes kept opening and closing; he couldn't fall asleep. He felt uncomfortable.
It felt like a ball of fire was burning in his chest.
His whole body felt slightly feverish.
Why?!
Did he eat something bad?
Or was he annoyed by the endless phone calls?
Or something else?
Su Yan didn't know.
But the managers and coaches of the teams wanting to sign him were incredibly annoying, and he couldn't shake them off.
A bunch of Pests.
If he had to keep handling these matters himself, Su Yan might truly become irritable and restless.
Finding an agent was urgent and imminent... After getting off the plane.
Su Yan had over a dozen more missed calls on his phone, one person having called eight times.
While he was looking.
That person called again.
"Which team hasn't called yet?"
Su Yan thought, and answered the call.
"Yan, you finally answered the phone!"
That voice was... "Stephen?"
Su Yan was a little surprised.
"Yup~"
Curry spoke in a tone that confirmed it was him, "Yan, I have great news for you: we're about to become teammates!"
"Seriously?"
"Of course, Coach D'Antoni already confirmed it to me. Didn't he tell you guys?!"
"Not yet."
Su Yan replied truthfully.
This was also something he hadn't expected.
He meant: Why would the Warriors trade Curry away? Wasn't that personally burying a dynasty?!
How foolish.
"Maybe it's because some minor trade details haven't been finalized yet."
Curry guessed, sounding unconcerned, "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 your permission.
Although I think you need an agent, and mine is indeed very good.
I still felt I should tell you about it."
"I see."
Su Yan smiled, "No worries, thank you for thinking of me."
"Don't mention it."
Curry laughed cheerfully, "I just recommended him to you. Whether he's suitable or not is up to your decision.
That's all for now.
I look forward to fighting alongside you in New York, Yan!!!"