Chapter 53

"Apologies, but if it's about the Knicks, count me in."

In Yang Cheng's mind, he entertained thoughts of acquiring an NBA basketball team or a European football club. However, the reality was that he lacked the necessary funds. Owning a sports team required far more capital than acquiring a plane or yacht. It wasn't a pursuit for the average individual.

Only a handful of teams could operate self-sufficiently, let alone turn a profit. Teams like the Los Angeles Lakers and the New York Knicks in the NBA, or Real Madrid and Barcelona in La Liga, along with Manchester United and Arsenal in the Premier League, were situated in some of the world's greatest cities. Such teams were not easily up for sale, and money alone couldn't secure them.

For individuals with a net worth of less than $3 billion and no steady income of hundreds of millions of dollars annually, owning a sports club was a perilous venture. It wouldn't yield returns; instead, it would devour their finances unless they didn't mind enduring criticism from fans.

"Especially with the soaring costs of NBA transactions, even if you could find a buyer, you wouldn't fetch as much money. It's more appealing to invest in Delta right now."

While sports clubs could serve as an intriguing puzzle piece in one's diversified portfolio, they shouldn't be the primary focus.

Jay-z chuckled when Yang Cheng brought up the Knicks, "James Dolan won't sell the Knicks. That's the most lucrative asset he has."

Speaking of James Dolan, he was a 'legendary' figure, a quintessential prodigal son. In his early life, he was entangled with alcohol and drugs, eventually undergoing rehabilitation. Together with his brother, they controlled the American Cable Television System.

His older brother, Charles Dolansing, amassed tens of billions in net worth during his lifetime, while James Dolan lost most of his wealth in just over a decade. Currently, he possessed $3 billion, with the New York Knicks valued at over $20 million. Oh yes, he also chaired Madison Square Garden.

Yang Cheng shrugged, "Why not consider buying an NFL team? They can be even more valuable than NBA teams."

Miranda Kerr quietly observed the exchange between Yang Cheng and Jay-z, feeling Yang Cheng's hands sensually roaming her waist. Her eyes sparkled with an unusual allure.

"This is her ideal life—men discussing business while escorting her to celebrity banquets and auctions. She takes pride in dressing up her partner handsomely. The highlight? Occasionally waving to street photographers, maintaining exposure, and making women worldwide envy their high-quality life.

Miranda Kerr's ex-husband, the elven prince, was just a stepping stone to her superior position. Initially, her sweet face didn't conform to Western aesthetics, dividing opinions. To secure a spot in Victoria's Secret with an exclusive contract, she needed a rapid leap in reputation. Undoubtedly, forming a relationship with a wealthy Hollywood star was the quickest route.

As expected, after falling in love and marrying Orlando Bloom, she not only solidified her place in Victoria's Secret but soared to fame worldwide. In the hearts of many fans, this couple became the new Beckham and Victoria.

Sadly, the good times didn't last. The 'sweet' marriage endured only for over three years.

If Orlando Bloom had shown more strength, Miranda Kerr might not have chosen divorce. The elf prince, addicted to past fame, lacked motivation and once earned less than his wife, irking Miranda. She desired to be conquered by a powerful man, sharing in the glory instead of giving everything for the man. When her financial fame surpassed his, she decisively ended the relationship.

However, as a woman with a strategic mindset, she wouldn't close all doors. Having children with Orlando acted as a mediator. If no suitable person appeared in the future, returning to the grass might be an option.

Yang Cheng, unaware of the women's psychological dynamics, felt the beauty in his arms was a bit mischievous. Under the dim lighting, her naughty hands 'inadvertently' teased him.

If a man is provoked and doesn't fight back, can he be called a man? Realizing he could seize the opportunity, Yang Cheng's large hand boldly ventured along the hollow part of Ke'er's waist, initiating a 'robbery in the house.'

"Your proposal is good. I seem to be in a dead end. I'll go back and discuss it with my friends," Jay-z, intrigued by Yang Cheng's suggestion, couldn't wait to share it with her friends.

Yang Cheng glanced at the time—more than two hours left before the midnight transition.

Outside the hotel suite, Hansen and Andrew chatted about how long Yang Cheng would take. Hansen guessed 30 minutes, Andrew, confident in Yang Cheng, doubled it. They made a bet on the closest time, with the loser washing the winner's underwear for a week.

Inside the suite, the passionate encounter between men and women resumed, filling the room with hormonal energy. Miranda Kerr trembled with supreme happiness.

Following Yang Cheng's last sprint, the electric current's numb and tingling sensation filled their bones. They lay still, not wanting to move, even if an earthquake were to occur.

The nearby church's midnight bell rang, signaling the end of the Chinese and Western encounter.

Yang Cheng got up, panting heavily, feeling the weight lifted after releasing the built-up pressure. His body felt empty.

"How long has it been since... uh... you know? I almost died..." Kerr's words felt awkward; she changed 'gentle' to blush on her face. Before dispersing, she expressed gratitude, still filled with flattery.

Yang Cheng kissed Kerr's forehead and, as he got out of bed, asked, "Get a bottle of water; do you want it?"

Kerr, weak as if after giving birth, nodded, thanking him.

Walking to the living room naked, Yang Cheng poured a bottle of foggy white mineral water into a champagne-sized glass. The cold, sweet taste made him hiccup."

Kerr nodded weakly, as if she had just given birth, "Thank you, dear."

Without pajamas, Yang Cheng walked naked to the living room, retrieving a foggy white glass bottle of champagne-sized mineral water from the refrigerator. He found a glass, poured half of it vigorously.

"What..."

The cold and sweet taste made Yang Cheng hiccup.

10ThousandBC, translated in Chinese, was named 10,000 years before history. The water source lay in the uninhabited area of the original Wannian Glacier in Vancouver, Canada. It took three days by boat to reach the source, making this water exceptionally rare. Its minimal metal and sulfide content made it precious, albeit at a hefty price of $14 a bottle, akin to water fit for nobility.

If 10ThousandBC was a knighthood among nobles, then CHATELDON in Yang's refrigerator could be deemed a duke. This water, enjoyed by noble families globally, originated from CHATELDON in south-central France. Rich in calcium, magnesium, and other minerals, with small, gentle bubbles, it held a slightly acidic quality.

CHATELDON was the first mineral water protected by the French government, limiting its annual mining to one million liters. It was the world's top sparkling mineral water, available only in restaurants and top supermarkets in Britain and France, priced at a steep $145 per one-liter bottle. Due to Liu Yun, the Yang family regularly purchased 300 bottles each year, sharing some with the grandfather and grandpa.

Kerr took a cup and returned to the bedroom, sitting on the bed. Yang Cheng helped her up, and she took a few sips. Glancing at the alarm clock, he suddenly slapped his forehead, exclaiming, "Oops, we're going to be late."

Ke'er looked at Yang Cheng suspiciously, her big eyes flickering.

"We should be setting off to the marina now. I rented Paul Allen's Octopus yacht and invited my friends for a sea outing before heading to Miami for the carnival," Yang Cheng explained as he found his pajamas and went to open the door.

"Hansen, check if the guests are there?"

At this moment, Andrew was laughing at Hansen frantically because he won the bet.

Yang Cheng abruptly opened the door, startling Andrew, who almost choked. He clutched his stomach and coughed. Seeing Yang Cheng, he nodded in agreement, shrugging his shoulders, and ran upstairs.

Yang Cheng patted Andrew on the back, asking, "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

Andrew's face turned purple as he coughed loudly and waved his hands, "No... it's okay, boss."

After ensuring Andrew was fine, Yang Cheng poured a glass of water and went back to the house.

He picked up the phone and called Alan.

"Fatty, are you still upstairs? I haven't seen anyone all night."

Connected, Yang Cheng frowned, shouting at the phone. The sound of dance music indicated that Alan was still around.

The two hadn't gone together that night. Yang Cheng greeted his friends at the stadium, leaving Alan to his own devices. Alan, often ridiculed for his stature, was a close friend, and Yang Cheng was concerned about his well-being.

"I'm on the deck, playing well. Want to join? Haha, you lost... Drink... Drink."

Yang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed Alan had forgotten about the bet. The two brothers were indeed good friends.

"I won't come over; you can play. Call me if you need anything."

"OK... OK."

Returning to the bedroom, Ke'er was slowly recovering. Leaning on the bed with her phone, she winked at Yang Cheng without reservation.

A mischievous fairy, Yang Cheng licked his lips, casually removed his pajamas, and slipped under the sheet at the stern.

Half a second later...

"What..."