in2ebook Chapter 367 The Alliance Office that Snitched to Cai Congxin!
Chapter 367 The Alliance Office that Snitched to Cai Congxin!
Cai Congxin knew that Wang Xiucheng wouldn't call him directly unless there was something wrong.
This was the first time Wang Xiucheng had called him privately since he joined the Nets.
Wang Xiucheng put down his chopsticks, which had just eaten a couple of bites, thought for a moment, and said, "Boss, I'd like to buy some shares in an NBA team. If you know anyone selling a team, could you ask them for me?"
"Shares in an NBA team?" Cai Congxin was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.
Cai Congxin did not expect that Wang Xiucheng came today to buy shares in an NBA team.
Cai Congxin looked at Wang Xiucheng, unsure whether Wang Xiucheng wanted to buy shares in other teams or in the Nets.
He has indeed been considering selling some of his Nets shares recently, so he has contacted some interested wealthy families.
"Do you know that I'm thinking of selling my shares in the Nets?" Cai Congxin asked, puzzled.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiucheng looked puzzled and said, "I don't know."
“Fertitta owes me money, and I wanted shares in the Rockets, but he wouldn’t give them to me, so I started thinking about buying shares in other teams.”
Wang Xiucheng continued, "Aren't there a lot of teams selling off lately? The Suns, the Bucks, and some people even say that Jordan is selling his team."
"Boss, are you thinking of selling the Nets? You don't want to play anymore?" Wang Xiucheng asked, seemingly worried.
If the Nets' ownership changes, then the Nets can no longer be considered a Chinese home team.
Even if Wang Xiucheng stays with the Nets then, his treatment will not be comparable to what he is now.
“You’re overthinking it,” Cai Congxin laughed. “It’s just selling a small number of shares to a family. They will help me a lot in other ways. I’m still the largest shareholder, and I still call the shots on the Nets. You don’t need to think too much about it.”
Wang Xiucheng patted his chest as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.
Tsai Tsung-hsin immediately frowned slightly, “Recent labor negotiations have indeed touched on the issue of players being able to own shares in the team, but it seems that it cannot exceed 4%.”
"How about this, we'll discuss this after the labor negotiations are over. But let's get this straight: the price will be what it is, and the shares I'm selling won't exceed 15%. How much you can take is up to you."
Since it's all about selling shares anyway, there's no problem selling a small portion to Wang Xiucheng.
Moreover, with this shareholding as a constraint, Cai Congxin was even more reassured that Wang Xiucheng would not leave.
"The boss is very generous," Wang Xiucheng chuckled.
"Don't flatter me yet, I have conditions."
"Boss, you say it."
“From now on, you’ll stay in Brooklyn. Don’t even think about going to another team,” Cai Congxin said.
“Of course! If I became a minority shareholder of the Nets, no other team would dare to take me,” Wang Xiucheng chuckled.
Cai Congxin laughed upon hearing this, glanced at Wang Xiucheng, and asked, "The league office called me and said you declined the All-Star Game and the Slam Dunk Contest?"
Wang Xiucheng smiled wryly. Such a trivial matter, and the Alliance Office actually reported it to Cai Congxin.
“I’m going to Saudi Arabia. I made an appointment with Jassim last year for the World Cup, and they said there was some kind of horse racing cup,” Wang Xiucheng honestly confessed.
"Jasim? The Jassim from Qatar?"
Cai Congxin's eyes changed slightly. When did Wang Xiucheng meet Jassim?
Jassim was the former heir to the Qatari throne and the owner of Paris Saint-Germain, whose net worth far exceeded his own.
My meager savings are nothing more than a few barrels of oil in their eyes.
Cai Congxin sized up Wang Xiucheng.
He felt that every step Wang Xiucheng had taken before was very meaningful in retrospect.
For example, Wang Xiucheng has been spending money in Las Vegas, spending millions of dollars.
Everyone says he's foolish and rich.
But during the World Cup, Wang Xiucheng made a stunning debut, beating Fertitta for 43 billion.
Then Wang Xiucheng never went to Las Vegas again.
This made it hard for Cai Congxin not to think more deeply.
"What number is the racehorse?" Cai Congxin asked.
"The 20th, but there will be some other competitions before that."
Cai Congxin nodded, "You have a plane, you'll make it in time. You can skip the All-Star Game, but you have to go to the Slam Dunk Contest."
Cai Congxin looked at Wang Xiucheng and said, "The Barclays Center's exhibition hall is missing a dunk contest trophy."
Wang Xiucheng nodded upon hearing this, "Okay, boss, I'll go get the dunk contest trophy for you."
Cai Congxin smiled with satisfaction, glanced at the almost untouched bowl and chopsticks, and asked, "Can we eat now?"
"Yes." Wang Xiucheng immediately picked up his chopsticks and began to show off.
As an NBA player, he naturally has a large appetite.
Today, Cai Congxin had the kitchen prepare authentic Chinese dishes again, and Wang Xiucheng ate without even looking up.
Cai Congxin was dumbfounded.
There were 10 prawns in that plate of braised prawns, and he picked one up and put it on his plate at the beginning.
The remaining nine were all killed by Wang Xiucheng.
Wang Xiucheng, the rice maker, ate five bowls by himself.
Watching Wang Xiucheng eat, Cai Congxin felt as if Wang Xiucheng had never eaten Chinese food since coming to the United States.
Knowing that Wang Xiucheng was coming, Cai Congxin specially asked the kitchen to prepare a few extra dishes today.
Seeing Wang Xiucheng devouring everything in a flash, Cai Congxin felt too embarrassed to compete with him.
An hour later, Wang Xiucheng, burping, bid farewell to Cai Congxin.
Looking at the clean dining table, Cai Congxin called out to the kitchen, "Make me some fried rice with eggs."
"Boss, we're out of rice."
"Then let's have scrambled eggs."
"The eggs are gone."
"What else?"
"We have instant noodles, the kind with pickled cabbage."
Cai Congxin glanced at the chef and said, "Make a bowl of this."
"Okay." The chef immediately went to prepare.
Cai Congxin sat down and suddenly laughed.
A few months ago, Wang Xiucheng was just an NBA player. Although he was optimistic about Wang Xiucheng, it was only based on Wang Xiucheng's ability and his Chinese identity.
To put it bluntly, he also had the idea of making money off Wang Xiucheng.
After all, he is still a businessman.
Who knew that within just a few months, Wang Xiucheng would win 43 billion from Fertitta.
In the blink of an eye, he became a billionaire.
And now, this kid actually wants to buy shares in the Nets.
He is no longer limited to being just a player.
However, Cai Congxin also sees this as a good thing for him.
With Wang Xiucheng's connection, the Nets' position in China became even more solidified.
This is undoubtedly a positive factor in enhancing the team's value.
Therefore, when Tsai Tsung-hsin learned that Wang Hsiu-cheng wanted to buy shares in the Nets, he naturally had no reason to refuse.
Of course, this is contingent on the new labor agreement being passed and the union office approving it.
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After leaving Cai Congxin's mansion, Wang Xiucheng got into the car waiting outside.
"Going home, bro?" Ma Wei asked as he started the car.
Wang Xiucheng didn't answer. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Go to Wall Street."
"okay."
The vehicle headed towards Wall Street.
Jennie and Jisoo are coming to New York soon, and he'll be spending most of his time with Jennie, so he probably won't have time to come to Wall Street.
Half an hour later, Wang Xiucheng got out of the car in front of an apartment building.
I knocked on the door on the first floor, and soon there was a response from inside.
This three-story apartment building is worth over $2000 million in Wall Street, where land is incredibly valuable.
It is said that this apartment building was originally an insurance company, which later went bankrupt and was bought by Fertitta, who then spent a lot of money to renovate it.
The door opened, and Chu Xue and Chu Yu appeared at the door with a look of surprise and a hint of resentment.