LeBron James running away? He's going all in on Curry.

"This fall, I made a very difficult decision... I will take my talents to the South Beach and join the Miami Heat."

On the large LCD TV screen, LeBron James, wearing a red and white checkered shirt, faced the nationally televised camera and uttered a sentence that would go down in NBA history with a blank expression.

"Smack."

Su Yang pressed the power button on the remote control, and the screen went black instantly.

"It is indeed difficult. After all, no one has ever done something like a top team forming together before." Seeing history repeat itself, Su Yang couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Only three days had passed since he was reborn into this parallel world.

There was no dramatic comeback story, nor was there any drama of being jilted at the altar.

God was very kind to him, allowing him to be reborn as the only son of a Chinese tycoon worth billions.

Three days ago, his father, who was on vacation in Europe, casually transferred $500 million into his offshore account, ostensibly to "practice a little and pay tuition."

With this $500 million, Su Yang didn't invest in the internet in Silicon Valley, nor did he speculate on Bitcoin. Instead, he did something that shocked the entire United States—

He bought the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Just half an hour earlier, Dan Gilbert, the former owner of the Cavaliers who was furious about LeBron's defection and was preparing to write a "cursing letter" overnight, signed the team transfer agreement without hesitation when faced with Su Yang's $3.5 million cash check.

Without LeBron, the Cavaliers are nothing but a pile of unprofitable garbage in Gilbert's eyes.

But in Su Yang's eyes, who possesses the memories of a time traveler, this is a high-quality asset whose future valuation could increase more than tenfold.

More importantly, Su Yang is a die-hard basketball fan. Playing Football Manager or NBA 2K, what's the thrill compared to actually managing an NBA team in real life?

At that moment, from the Quicken Loans Arena plaza outside the window, the desperate roars of Cleveland fans and the flames of burning jerseys number 23 could be faintly heard.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the office door, and Chris Grant, the newly appointed general manager of the Cavaliers, walked in, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

His eyes revealed an undisguised despair and awe for the young new boss.

"Boss, the transfer procedures have all been completed, and it's been filed with the alliance office."

Grant swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. "But... you've seen what's happening outside. LeBron's gone, and our season ticket cancellation rate skyrocketed by 40% in just one hour. The sky has fallen on Cleveland."

"The sky won't fall, Grant."

Su Yang stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the burning flames below, and spoke in an unusually calm tone.

"The old throne has fallen; all we need to do is rebuild a higher one. From today onward, forget about number 23."

Grant gave a wry smile: "Boss, you've only just taken over the team, so you might not be aware of our current situation. Our salary cap is locked up by overpaid contracts like Antawn Jamison and Mo Williams. Without LeBron, this roster can't even get close to the playoffs. We have no choice but to tank and pray for next year's number one draft pick."

"Give up?"

Su Yang turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Losing a game aimlessly, wallowing in despair because you've been abandoned, that's called tanking. But actively demolishing this dilapidated old palace in order to build a new dynasty, that's called rebuilding."

"I spent $3.5 million to buy this team, not to sit here and watch you all shed tears over LeBron's departure."

"But we don't have any superstars left!" Grant exclaimed, spreading his hands in frustration.

"Then let's trade one over." Su Yang's voice was firm and unquestionable.

"Listen carefully, I only have one request. You have half an hour to prepare all the chips we have at our disposal, and then call Golden State Warriors General Manager Larry Riley."

"Golden State Warriors?" Grant was taken aback.

His mind raced. Who is the Warriors' current star player?

"You mean Monta Ellis? He's certainly a good scorer, but his leadership..."

"Who told you I wanted Monta Ellis?" Su Yang interrupted him, his eyes gleaming with a hunter's light. "What I want is that skinny guy they just picked last year."

"That guy in the number 30 jersey, whose shooting form looks like he's throwing a shot put."

"Stephen Curry."

The moment those five words were uttered, the huge office fell silent.

Chris Grant stared wide-eyed at the young Chinese-American man before him, as if he were a madman.

"Stephen Curry?!"

Grant almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.

Please! It's summer 2010!

He could understand if it were Dwight Howard, or Kobe Bryant, or Dwyane Wade.

But who is Stephen Curry?

That skinny guard who just finished his rookie season, whose three-point shooting was indeed quite accurate, but whose physique was as thin as a high school student, who got poked by everyone on defense, and who even had serious ankle problems?!

He wasn't even the second option on the Warriors, and Monta Ellis kept saying, "I can't coexist with Curry!"

"Boss...you're not kidding, are you?" Grant stammered. "We're going to build a team without LeBron around a second-year rookie with a injury-prone ankle? He's at best a slightly better sixth man or a spot-up shooter!"

In the basketball philosophy of 2010, whoever controlled the paint controlled the game.

You can't kill someone by shooting; that's a consensus among almost all NBA executives.

"You don't need to teach me how to judge people, Grant."

Su Yang placed his hands on the table, looking down at the general manager: "You just need to do as I say."

"But the chips..."

"No buts!" Su Yang emphasized. "Put Mo Williams in the trade offer! Put Antawn Jamison in the offer! If the Warriors want potential, send LeBron's favorite teammate, JJ Hickson, along! If they want the future, bet all our unprotected first-round picks from 2013 and even 2015!"

"I want you to empty our magazines! All in! Bring Stephen Curry to Cleveland at all costs!"

Grant felt a chill run down his spine.

They gave up everything, even risking the team's future draft picks, just to acquire a skinny player with an ankle injury.

He's gone mad! This rich second-generation heir with money to burn has absolutely gone insane!

But this is precisely where Su Yang's confidence comes from.

No one knew better than him that just a few years later, that little guy named Stephen Curry would use his incredible three-pointers to ignite a global basketball revolution, personally bury the era of traditional centers, and establish a glorious dynasty!

Since LeBron took his talents to the South Beach, he intercepted that "three-point storm" in Cleveland's Lake Erie!

"Aren't you going to make the call? Do you need me to dial it for you?" Su Yang urged coldly.

"Yes...yes, boss! I'll get right on it!"

Grant wiped away a cold sweat and scrambled out of the office.

Looking at the closed office door, Su Yang turned his gaze to the somewhat gloomy sky over Cleveland outside the window.

"The Heat's Big Three, right?"

"Are you ready for the era of small ball?"