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"Well, it's alright!"

Su Yan smiled.

He felt that everyone's reaction was exaggerated.

Is it expensive?!

It's just a matter of one game, or even without playing a game, just walking around and taking a stroll every day, it'll only take 3 to 5 days.

Only 13?

This...

Is this even human language?

Larry Hughes was speechless.

He compares prices at three different stores before buying a 10 yuan Mercedes-Benz G-Class, but Su Yan buys a 13 yuan watch as casually as if he were buying a toy watch for a child.

Larry Hughes truly couldn't understand the world of the wealthy.

"Hahaha!"

Amidst laughter, McGrady exclaimed, "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 typical "rich second generation" who indulges in drinking, gambling, and prostitution, or the dissolute behavior of a spoiled brat.

That's what's truly precious!!!

"Yes Yes!"

Larry Hughes nodded vigorously, "Su Yan is a rich second generation, but he's not annoying at all, doesn't pretend to be a big shot, and is very low-key."

For that reason alone, I really like him.

"No no no!"

Su Yan waved his hand, he didn't like the "rich second generation" label either, and made up a reason to explain: "I'm not a rich second generation."

I've just recently made a little money playing with mutual funds and stocks.

Both mutual funds and stock trading involve high risk and high return, so no matter how much you earn, it's all possible.

Because everyone knows that this thing can also bankrupt you overnight.

what? !

Everyone's eyes widened.

Su Yan is rich, that's one thing, but... this money doesn't even come from his family; he earned it himself.

All of a sudden.

Everyone was filled with awe and respect!

Everyone stared at Su Yan with envy and admiration, as if Su Yan was their idol and their ideal in life.

She's good-looking, capable, and rich—and she earned her own money.

Oh my goodness.

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

cough cough...

Su Yan felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by a group of men with almost infatuated gazes. He wanted to escape but couldn't.

My inner voice screamed: Help me, help me, help me!

just.

Just then, his phone rang again.

The call felt like a lifesaver, and Su Yan answered it immediately, causing the players to disperse from their adoration mode.

The call was from Lei Ting.

After the predecessor, the SuperSonics, traded away Ray Allen, Lewis, and Radmanovic, breaking up the "Three Musketeers" lineup.

Formal reconstruction.

Durant in 07, Westbrook in 08, and Harden in 09.

Three years, three years less.

With their rebuild complete, the Thunder, who have been at the bottom of the Western Conference for several years, now have a chance to make a run for the playoffs this year.

Then we'd have to pair him with Su Yan.

The four youngsters are in top form, and the playoffs are a certainty... maybe they can even make a run for the Western Conference Finals.

The essential.

They are too young.

If they develop for a few more years, they'll definitely be a champion team!

The Thunder were also eager to acquire Su Yan and offered him a contract no less lucrative than Harden's.

Su Yan vaguely remembered the past.

Don't ask... the answer is still pending.

He knows very well how he performs in the league, and he knows better than anyone how amazing his ceiling is.

He has unlimited options.

There's no rush.

beep~

The phone hangs up.

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

Then it got out of control.

The barrage of phone calls only stopped when Su Yan logged onto his mobile phone.

"call……"

Su Yan leaned back in his airplane seat, fastened his seatbelt, let out a long sigh, and shook his head repeatedly: "This really gives me a headache, I feel like my head is going to explode!!!"

He will definitely need to sign a new contract.

Then you have no choice but to answer those calls.

The person who received the most missed calls from the same number (up to 27) has also been confirmed to be the Rockets' manager: Darwin Morey.

He thought that with Yao Ming's connection, he would have a natural advantage in getting Su Yan, and that it would be a sure thing.

In fact... Su Yan knew that this damned bastard had insulted China.

They sneered at him and loathed him.

Almost immediately after hearing the introduction and confirming the identity, he hung up the phone, leaving the latter completely bewildered.

The rocket is fine.

Yao Ming is fine.

But with Mo Gou's rocket, going there is impossible, unless... Mo Gou gets out of the rocket.

"Ha~"

McGrady smiled and said, "Yan, you're too popular. I suggest you find an agent."

He can handle these trivial matters for you.

"Makes sense!"

Su Yan clapped his hands; he had almost forgotten about this.

David Lee chimed in, "Would you like me to give you my agent's business card?!"

"Does this mean Su Yan should go find him?"

McGrady scoffed, unconvinced: "Yan, after we get off the plane, I'll contact my agent, Ann Tellem."

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

"mine!"

David Lee raised his hand in apology, "I subconsciously put myself in the role and felt that I should find my own agent."

Actually.

A player as talented as Yan should definitely have agents approaching him.

"It's out of the way!"

Su Yan waved his hand, not one to be so pretentious, and smiled, "If you have time, you can give me your business card, thank you!"

"piece of cake."

"That's too easy, Yan!"

The group chatted while reading the news.

Firstly, it's to kill time, and secondly, it's to learn about some recent events in the league.

Su Yan closed his eyes to rest, but his eyes kept opening and closing, and he couldn't fall asleep at all. He felt uncomfortable.

It felt like there was a fire burning in my chest.

I felt a little hot all over.

why? !

Got a bad stomach?

Or are you just annoyed by these endless phone calls?

Or something else?

Su Yan didn't know.

But the team managers and coaches who wanted to sign contracts with him were all very annoyed, and they couldn't get rid of him.

A bunch of living fathers.

If Su Yan had to handle these things himself all the time, he might really get so frustrated that he would become restless.

Finding an agent is an urgent matter that cannot be delayed.

……

After getting off the plane.

Su Yan's phone received more than a dozen missed calls, one of which called as many as eight times.

Looking at it.

The man attacked again.

"Which team hasn't come yet?"

Su Yan thought for a moment and then answered the phone.

"Yan, you finally answered the phone!"

This sound is...

"Stephen?"

Su Yan was somewhat surprised.

"Ang~"

Curry said in a tone that made it sound like he knew me, "Yan, I have some good news for you, we're going to be teammates soon!"

"true and false?"

"Of course, Coach D'Antoni has confirmed with me; he didn't tell you, did he?!"

"not yet."

Su Yan told the truth.

This was something he hadn't expected.

He meant: Why did the Warriors trade Curry? Wasn't that like they were personally destroying a dynasty?!

How foolish.

"Perhaps because some details of the deal have not yet been finalized."

Curry guessed, then said nonchalantly, "Anyway, we'll be teammates soon, and I'm 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 also need an agent, and my agent is indeed very good.

I still feel I need to tell you.

"I see."

Su Yan smiled and said, "It's alright, thank you for thinking of me."

"You are welcome."

Curry chuckled and said, "I'm just recommending it to you. Whether it's suitable or not is up to you to decide."

That’s all for now.

Looking forward to fighting side-by-side in New York, Yan!!!