Chapter 32 Forcing the King's Approval

Sometimes life is very strange, the three of them didn't go to the box before the game, but now they are on the way to the box after the game.

"Mr. Baum, are we really going to see Larry Bird?" Curry asked in a low voice with some excitement.

"Yes, Stephen, you have asked at least 5 times." Mark Baum was a little helpless.

Curry scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

Although he grew up in an NBA arena since he was a child, he can often go head-to-head with NBA stars like Carter. Unlike other players who grew up in slums, the NBA has no mystery to him.

But this is "Big Bird" Larry Bird!

A true legendary superstar, 3 championships, 3 MVPs, 2 FMVPs, three consecutive three-point contest champions, the most aggressive king in NBA history, led the Pacers to the finals after retiring, and won the best coach.

He has achieved all the coercion he has pretended. Although Curry has not watched his game much, he is familiar with his famous sayings.

"Are you all here to compete for second place?"

"I'm going to kill you here."

During his 14 seasons in the NBA, he left too many legends and was extremely popular. When Curry heard that he was going to meet Larry Bird, he was very excited.

"Boss, that's Larry Bird! My dad played against him, and he told me Larry Bird seemed to have magic when he held the ball..."

During Curry's chatter, the three came to a box, and Mark Baum walked in first.

Zhang Yu followed him into the door, and saw a tall, blond, white man with a peculiar hooked nose turned around. It was Larry Bird, the general manager of the Pacers.

"Hey, Mark, the last time we watched the game together was last season, right? How are you doing?" Larry Bird smiled and shook hands with Mark Baum.

"It's okay, you know, I don't like watching football in the box." Mark Baum shrugged.

Larry Bird passed over Mark Baum's shoulders and saw Zhang Yu and Curry following in. He said unexpectedly:

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

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

"Hi, Mr. Bird, I'm Stephen Curry, the starting point guard of the Butler University Bulldogs. Nice to meet you..." Curry was even more excited, a little at a loss, and a little incoherent.

Larry Bird smiled kindly and patted Curry on the shoulder:

"Don't be nervous, Stephen, you were a cold-blooded killer against Indian State University."

"Have you seen my game?" Curry asked in surprise.

"Of course, I watch the opening game of Indian State University every year, and they have almost never lost. I didn't expect to lose so badly this year. Coach Z, your tactics are very subtle." Larry Bird pretended to be helpless Said.

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

"Call me Larry. I just entered the NBA when I was 23 years old, and you have become the head coach of Butler. I am very optimistic about your future development." Larry Bird held Zhang Yu's hand and said gently .

After some jokes, Zhang Yu had to lament that Larry Bird was able to succeed in all areas of the NBA.

If he remembers correctly, Larry Bird will also win the honor of the best manager in the future, becoming the only Grand Slam player in NBA history to achieve MVP, FMVP, AMVP, head coach of the year and general manager of the year. Or, this is an achievement that is impossible even if he is as strong as Jordan. At least the best manager will never be with him for a lifetime.

"Stephen, you are very lucky to have met a coach who can let you play freely," Larry Bird sighed, "When I was playing in the NBA, Coach Auerbach didn't let me shoot so many three-pointers at all. If my coach were changed to Ronan, maybe I would have more than 3 championships."

Curry grinned and glanced at Zhang Yu:

"I am also very grateful to the coach. If it weren't for his approval, I might not be able to play in the NCAA."

"Keep it up, I see a bit of me in you I've always thought the [-]-point shot was the answer to basketball, I hope you make people realize that, I'll go to Butler's games if I have the time '" Larry Bird laughed.

"Larry, you are flattering Stephen." Zhang Yu teased.

Larry Bird shook his head immediately:

"Oh, I'm not that guy Michael. He picks fake imports, but I have a good eye for people. Stephen will definitely become a star in the future. Are you interested in joining the Pacers? The team just needs one shooter..."

"Larry! You can't abduct the core of my team!" Zhang Yu interrupted hastily.

Larry Bird laughed out loud:

"Stephen, if you participate in the draft, welcome to the Pacers for trial training. I wish you all the best in March Madness. If you want to watch the game, please call me. My box has a lot of space."

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

Curry looked at the business card in his hand over and over again on the road, with a dazed expression:

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

"That's just polite talk, do you really believe it? Jordan also said that Kwame Brown can become a superstar. If you don't practice hard, you won't be able to make it in March Madness!" Zhang Yu shook her head and laughed.

He can't let Curry develop arrogance from then on.

"But Mr. Bird said he is very accurate in seeing people..." Curry hurriedly defended.

"Jordan also said that he is very accurate at seeing people." Zhang Yu said lightly.

"Oh, well... I will practice hard." Curry lowered his head, his tone slightly frustrated.

Zhang Yu looked at the dejected Curry, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Stephen, you will know later, you are not Larry Bird, you are yourself.

After the three came out of the Bankers Life Arena, Mark Baum's driver was already waiting on the side of the road.

After Mark Baum got into the car, he announced his name, and the driver drove the Rolls-Royce smoothly but quickly to the destination, which was a high-end restaurant.

Three men eat fast together, especially when two of them are in the habit of gobbling.

Curry has to balance training and class, and also seize the few free time to rest well, so he doesn't know what eating slowly is, while Zhang Yu has developed the habit of eating quickly because of the intense and heavy work in his previous life.

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

"Why are you eating so slowly?"

"..." Mark Baum was speechless, look around, there is no table of diners who are not graceful, just the two of you seem to be reincarnated from starving ghosts.

Soon, Mark Baum found that his eating process was watched by two people who had finished eating. He ate a few more hastily, put down the knife and fork helplessly, and wiped his hands:

"Let's go."

"Are you full?" Zhang Yu asked.

"What do you think? Did you make you wait for me for so long? Next time I have to go to Butler's restaurant to see how bad it is, so that you can eat so well after you come out!" Mark Baum said angrily .

Curry rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly:

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

Naturally, Mark Baum would not really care about such a trivial matter with him. The three walked out of the restaurant. The driver first sent Curry back to school, and then sent Zhang Yu and Mark Baum to a bar with a quiet environment.

The two still have things to talk about.

Mark Baum picked up a glass of tequila, drank it down, took off the suit he didn't take off when Stephen Jackson made the game-winning shot, and stroked his hair heavily.

"Mark, what's the matter?" Zhang Yu saw his irritability and asked softly.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little worried." Mark Baum filled a glass of wine again, picked it up and drank it down.

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

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

"Yesterday you said that these are all expected." Zhang Yu laughed.

"Man, as long as it's going up, I'm going to lose tens of millions of dollars every quarter! And I've put all my money into it, and I'm stressed out, looking at the ABX several times a day. Index), but it keeps going up! I don't know if those people are crazy, the real estate market has become an obvious bubble, why are so many people still keen on trading subprime securities?" Mark Baum poured With the fourth glass of wine, he growled angrily.

"You drink slowly... I believe many people have already seen the bubble in the real estate market, but you should know those people on Wall Street better than me. They only want to make money and don't mind making the bubble bigger. From their point of view, they will always find someone to take over." Zhang Yu chuckled lightly.

"Those sons of bitches! I must..." Mark Baum yelled, but didn't say the last part of the sentence.

His body swayed, his eyes became blurred, and he unconsciously let out a long sound in his throat. He lay down on the table, unconsciously raised his right hand, knocked down the wine glass, and the wine dripped on the table.

Zhang Yu watched the whole process of Mark Baum's drunkenness in astonishment, and murmured dumbfoundingly:

"So you have such a poor capacity for drinking? I thought you could drink one cup after another."

He moved Mark Baum's arm away to keep his shirt from getting soaked, got up and went to the driver outside the door and asked him to take Mark Baum home.

The driver first sent Zhang Yu back to Butler. After he got out of the car, he sent a text message to Mark Baum:

"Trust me, there will be a turning point soon."

The next day, he got a reply from Mark Baum:

"Of course, I bet my entire fortune."

Zhang Yu smiled lightly and put down his phone. He also bet all his wealth.

The difference is that he has absolute confidence in his judgment.