Zhang Yu quickly walked to the corner of the arena, took out his mobile phone, and called Curry.
The phone was connected quickly, and he said bluntly:
"Stephen, I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter, coach?" Curry shouted back on the other end of the phone, putting the phone on the table.
He is about to start a day of training and is changing his jersey in his room before heading to school.
"Is your dad in a good mood now?"
"What?" Curry put on his jersey, wondering if he heard it wrong.
The coach specifically called to ask his father if he was in a good mood?What is this operation?
"I mean, how is your father feeling now?" Zhang Yu lowered his voice and looked around, with a guilty conscience in his eyes.
"...Wait a minute." Curry heard clearly this time.
He put down his phone, walked out of the room, came down from the attic, came to the junction of the stairs on the second floor and the first floor, and looked down.
Dale is sitting on the sofa watching the morning news, stroking the back of the American shorthair cat with his left hand, and chuckling from time to time, looking in a good mood.
Curry returned to the room and picked up the phone:
"Coach, my dad is in a good mood."
"Very well, is it convenient for him to answer the phone?" Zhang Yu continued to ask.
"Do you have anything to do with him? I can give him the phone directly." Curry wondered.
"No, no, no," Zhang Yu hurriedly stopped, "Aren't you going to train, go quickly, I'm just looking for him for a small matter, come on, you are the best, Stephen, go!"
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
Hearing the "beep beep" sound in his ear, Curry put down the phone, but felt a little strange.
Why does the coach's encouragement sound so perfunctory?
Zhang Yu naturally didn't know Curry's complaints. He found Dell's contact information from the address book, took a deep breath, and called.
Soon, the phone was picked up, and Dell's gentle voice came from the receiver:
"Coach Ronan, hello."
"Hi, Dale, you are too out of touch, just call me Ronan." Zhang Yu smiled.
"Why do you call me when you are free? Is there anything I can do?" Dale cut to the chase.
"It's nothing. I just care about Stephen's training. Is his shooting posture effective?" Zhang Yu asked knowingly.
"The effect is very good. He has gone through the most difficult period. After getting used to it for a while, his shooting will definitely improve a lot. Thank you, Ronan. I never thought that single-action shooting would be so good. Effect." Dale laughed.
"Haha, that's good, that's good..." Zhang Yu laughed dryly.
"What's the matter, Ronan?" Dale felt that Zhang Yu's voice was a little strange, so he couldn't help asking.
"Ahem... Well, I do have something I would like to ask you for help with." Zhang Yu hesitated for a long time, and finally bit the bullet and spoke.
"What's the matter? Just say it straight. Without you, Stephen doesn't know where to play now. As long as I can help, I will definitely help." Dell felt a little funny, and he thought it was something.
Zhang Yu pondered for a long time, and finally said cautiously:
"I have encountered something recently. I need money urgently. I want to borrow some from you."
"It turned out to be borrowing money, how much do you want to borrow?" Dell was very straightforward.
After Curry joined the Bulldogs, he got to know Zhang Yu carefully through his various contacts, and knew that he had signed a one-year $30 contract with Butler University. Although he didn't know why he borrowed money, he must have Ability to pay.
Zhang Yu looked around and found that the players were training hard under the guidance of the coaching staff, and there was no one around, so he said with a guilty conscience:
"Not much, 200 million... No, 100 million dollars is enough"
"Oh, I only need 100 million US dollars, is this enough money... Wait! How much do you want to borrow? 100 million US dollars?!" Dell's casual voice suddenly increased, and he asked back in shock.
"That's right, $100 million." Zhang Yu still said cautiously.
"Huh..." Dell's heavy breathing came from the receiver, and Zhang Yu didn't speak any more, and there was a moment of silence between the two of them.
After a while, Dale finally spoke:
"Ronan, I am very grateful for your recognition of Stephen, but the amount of 100 million US dollars is too large. Stephen's goal is the NBA. If he is caught in a black money scandal, he will definitely be suspended and have no games to play. No There's a team drafting him, sorry, I can't take that risk."
Zhang Yu was taken aback, knowing that Dell would be wrong. He thought he was accepting black gold from him as a "reward" for recruiting Curry.
And once this kind of thing breaks out, the team's head coach may not have any major problems, but the player will definitely be banned by the NCAA committee, and if the university does not play games, how can it be noticed by the NBA team?
Even Wiseman in his previous life played three games in college and showed top physical talent before he was selected by the Warriors with the second pick.
Zhang Yu smiled and said:
"Dell, I really want to borrow money from you, it's nothing else, you think too much."
"Okay, can you tell me how you're going to use the $100 million?" Dell was still worried.
The figure of 100 million is really not small. Even though his salary alone was close to 2000 million US dollars in his entire career, after deducting taxes, he only got more than 1000 two million US dollars, and he also purchased some real estate and made several investments. The $100 million accounted for half of his cash.
"I found an excellent investment opportunity." Zhang Yu certainly couldn't say that he wanted to use the money to gamble.
The phone fell silent again.
"Dell, I know this request is very abrupt and embarrassing, but only you can help me with this. I just need to borrow a month. After one month, I can return you 120 million dollars. If you agree , I will fly to Charlotte tomorrow to write you an IOU." Zhang Yu said slowly, with a very sincere tone.
There was still silence on the other end of the phone. Zhang Yu knew that Dell was thinking and didn't urge him anymore, but his right hand holding the phone became more and more tense.
"Ronan, you gave Stephen a chance, and I am willing to trust you once." Dale finally spoke.
He couldn't forget Curry's desperation after being rejected by Salinburg.
It was Zhang Yu who gave Curry a chance to play in the NCAA, and he always kept this favor in his heart.
100 million is not a small amount, but the son's future is even more important.
Moreover, Zhang Yu is willing to write an IOU, even if he delays paying it back, it is not regarded as receiving black money, and it will not affect Curry's future.
Zhang Yu's heart fell like a boulder, and he breathed a sigh of relief, speaking briskly:
"Thank you, Dale, I will go to Charlotte tomorrow, don't worry, after one month, 120 million US dollars will be given in full."
"No, just repay as much as you borrow, and the term can be extended to one year," Dale said.
Zhang Yu froze for a moment, then quickly replied:
"Thanks, I'm going to Charlotte tomorrow afternoon, do you have time?"
"can."
"That's it, see you tomorrow." Zhang Yu said sincerely.
"See you tomorrow " Dale said slowly.
"yes!"
Zhang Yu hung up the phone, clenched his left hand into a fist, and growled excitedly.
The excitement in his heart was uncontrollable. He got 100 million US dollars. With the help of gambling, it will soon become tens of millions of dollars. The principal he dreamed of is within reach.
"Today is a good day~" Zhang Yu hummed a cheerful tune, with a smile on his face, and returned to the sidelines to supervise the players' training.
It's really just supervision. With Stevens guiding the players' skills, he just needs to point out when the players make mistakes in their tactics. At most, he can praise the hard-working players and scold the weak Julian Beko. The effort was in stark contrast to the sweaty Stevens.
Julian Beko, who threw a ball, poked Mike Green next to him with his elbow, and whispered:
"Look, the coach looks very happy."
"What does it have to do with you, let's train hard." McGreen glanced at Zhang Yu and said with a straight face.
"When he came this morning, he still looked like someone owed him money...OK, I'll train right away." Julian Beko noticed that Stevens was looking over here, and quickly shut up.
...
The next day, Zhang Yu flew to Charlotte alone, and the team training was handed over to Stevens.
He found Curry's home according to the address Dell gave him, wrote an IOU, and Dell handed him a completed personal check for $100 million.
That afternoon, Zhang Yu flew back to Indiana and went to the bank to cash in the money. Three days later, he received a notice from the bank that there was an extra $100 million in his account.
At this time, the training of the Bulldogs also came to an end, and the players ushered in a long summer vacation.
In the office, Zhang Yu was packing up, when Stevens knocked on the half-closed door and walked in:
"Tracey made pizza today, do you want to come?"
"Of course, I'm in charge of buying beer." Zhang Yu laughed.
"You still owe me a dozen Budweisers," Stevens reminded.
"OK, I'll pay you back two dozen today, okay." Zhang Yu said as he packed his things.
He put piles of basketball tactics books in a cardboard box and wanted to take them back to his apartment to read.
After packing, Stevens took the initiative to pick up a cardboard box, walked in front, and said:
"Haven't you read these books?"
"I watched it when I was an assistant coach. Now I want to watch it again from the perspective of the head coach." Zhang Yu said.
"..." Stevens curled his lips and quickened his pace, "Do you have any plans for the future?"
"I've already booked a ticket to Las Vegas," Zhang Yu said.
Stevens stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhang Yu seriously:
"You're not going to the casino, are you?"
"No." Zhang Yu shook his head.
Stevens turns away:
"I guess you wouldn't dare either."
"I'm going to gamble." Zhang Yu said quickly in a low voice.
"What did you say?"
"I said what kind of pizza did Trish make today?"
"Tomato and beef, you didn't say so much just now, did you?"
"That's why you heard wrong, let's go."
"How is it possible? My ears have always been very good. Coach Lickett even sent me to eavesdrop on the opponent's tactics..."
At this time, the sky had turned dark blue, the sunset was about to set, and there were very few pedestrians on the campus of Butler University. Zhang Yu and Stevens walked into the distance side by side. The street lights were on, and their shadows became longer and longer.
Butler University's actual holiday time is at the end of May.
For the needs of the plot, some changes have been made. By the way, please collect and recommend tickets.