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

I stayed in Beijing for two months, spent a few days playing chess with the powerful old man at Yuquan Mountain, and helped my father settle a few business engagements.

Su Yang finally returned to his loyal Emily in mid-May.

For Su Yang, the comfort of life in China was certainly good, but the NBA, a world of fame and fortune full of capital and calculation, offered a much wider world of possibilities.

May 17, 2011, Secox, New Jersey.

The annual NBA Draft Lottery officially kicked off in this studio.

Representatives from the management of all 30 teams across the United States, the cameras and microphones of major sports media outlets, and millions of television viewers all focused their attention on that transparent billiards lottery machine.

Accompanied by a blinding flash of light, Su Yang made a high-profile entrance.

Wearing a custom Armani suit, he had a radiant mixed-race beauty on his arm – Gulnazar, who had just spent half a year in the United States and was now even more beautiful and charming.

Naza wore a burgundy haute couture gown today, her snow-white skin glowing under the spotlight. Her exquisite temperament, a perfect blend of youthful innocence and allure, outshone many of the female companions brought by the athletes present, and even caused local American reporters to frantically press their shutters.

"Mr. Su, you seem to be in a good mood today. The Cavaliers finished the season with the worst record. Do you think you'll get the number one draft pick tonight?" an ESPN reporter asked loudly as he approached.

Su Yang stopped and glanced at Nazha, who was holding his arm. A playful smile appeared on his lips. "Of course, I've always been very lucky."

......

The lottery process was as complicated and suspenseful as ever.

Inside the transparent lottery machine, the billiard balls, representing the probabilities of each lottery team, tumble wildly in the airflow.

Although the actual lottery process was conducted in advance in a dark room by a third-party notary, the suspense was still heightened when league vice president Adam Silver personally opened each envelope bearing a team logo on the live television broadcast.

"The 14th pick, the Houston Rockets..."

"Thirteenth pick, Phoenix Suns..."

As each envelope was opened, the teams with lower odds were placed in their positions.

The atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly tense, especially for Glen Taylor, the owner of the Minnesota Timberwolves, who was sitting not far from Su Yang and whose hands were trembling slightly with nervousness.

The Timberwolves have the second-worst record this year and are strong contenders for the number one draft pick.

Soon, with the Cavaliers securing the fourth pick from one of their two lottery picks, the suspense surrounding the top three picks will be resolved.

The camera on the big screen focused on representatives from the Utah Jazz, the Minnesota Timberwolves, and the Cleveland Cavaliers.

Although Nazha doesn't understand basketball, seeing the tense atmosphere around her, she couldn't help but nervously grip Su Yang's arm, her palms slightly sweaty.

"Don't be nervous, darling. This is just a show with a pre-written script," Su Yang whispered reassuringly in Nazha's ear.

On stage, Adam Silver smiled and tore open the envelope representing the third-place draw.

"The Utah Jazz got the third overall pick in the first round of the 2011 NBA draft!"

Next up was the highly anticipated second overall pick.

Adam Silver took a deep breath and pulled out a card: "The team that got the second overall pick in the first round of the 2011 draft is... the Minnesota Timberwolves!"

"Damn it!" Timberwolves owner Glen Taylor slapped his thigh in frustration.

Meanwhile, the television cameras were already firmly focused on the Cavaliers' seats.

Adam Silver looked up at the camera and announced the final result in a loud voice: "Congratulations to the Cleveland Cavaliers for winning the first overall pick in the 2011 NBA Draft!"

"yeah!!!"

Following behind Su Yang, Cavaliers general manager Chris Grant was so excited that he jumped up from his chair and waved his fists wildly!

With a record of last place and a 25% chance, they really won their gamble! Dawn has broken in Cleveland!

Amidst envious glances and applause, Su Yang did not show much excitement.

He simply stood up gracefully, gave the excited Grant a high five, then put his arm around Nazha's slender waist, and glanced discreetly at a VIP box on the second floor of the studio.

That's where David Stern is located.

"Old fox, you kept your word," Su Yang chuckled inwardly. This sordid deal of power and money, in exchange for letting James go, yielded this number one draft pick that could change the future landscape of the league!

……

The next day, in the Cavaliers' headquarters tactical meeting room in Cleveland.

General Manager Chris Grant slammed a thick draft report on the table, his face still bearing the lingering excitement of the previous night.

"Boss, this is the top pick in this year's draft! We have the number one pick, the fourth pick, and the 29th pick we got from the Grizzlies in the trade for Anderson Varejao. We have two first-round picks to work with this year!"

Grant pointed to the young man with a youthful face and flashy dribbling skills on the first page of the report, and said with certainty, "There's no doubt about getting the number one pick. Even if we had to pick with our eyes closed, we have to get Kyrie Irving!"

"He's a genius from Duke University, possessing the best ball-handling skills and ball-handling ability among this year's freshmen. Although he only played 11 games in college before his season was cut short due to a toe injury, his talent is absolutely groundbreaking! With him, our rebuild is completely complete!"

Watching the general manager, who was excitedly spitting as he spoke, Su Yang leaned back in his boss's chair, interlaced his fingers, and calmly asked:

"Grant, have you forgotten that we already have Stephen Curry on our backcourt with unlimited shooting opportunities?"

Grant paused for a moment, then said, "But boss, Curry can play shooting guard! Irving can play point guard, they can form the most offensively potent backcourt duo in the entire league!"

"And then their defense got picked off and destroyed by guards from all over the league?"

Su Yang sneered, "How are we going to divide the ball? Kyrie Irving is a player who needs the ball in his hands to be effective, while our tactical core is Curry. Putting two guards who need the ball together, are you trying to make our locker room too harmonious?"

"So...so you mean we're not going to pick Irving?!"

Grant's eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable. "Boss, if we have the number one pick and skip Kyrie to draft someone else, the whole league will laugh at us! Minnesota and Utah are dreaming of him!"

"Who said I wouldn't choose him?"

Su Yang's lips curled into a sly smile. "Since so many teams want him, let's grant their wish."

"Starting today, I want you to use all your public relations resources to spread the word to the media across the United States."

"Tell ESPN, tell Yahoo Sports, that the Cleveland Cavaliers are 'drooling' over Kyrie Irving! Say he blew everyone away in his tryouts, say he's the next Isaiah Thomas, or even the next Allen Iverson!"

"I want you to hype up Kyrie Irving to the heavens! Make every team in the league that lacks a point guard develop a severe 'fear of missing out'!"

"I want them to realize that if they try to snatch this number one draft pick from us at all costs, they'll miss out on a future Hall of Fame superstar!"