Chapter 145: We're Waiting

Dolan shook his head and said, "That's impossible, William. The Garden Square doesn't just host the Knicks; there are other teams too. If you were only buying the Knicks, it might be possible, but as a package deal, none of the shareholders of Garden Square would agree."

William thought about it and sighed inwardly. This year and next year are the best times to buy the Knicks. The stock market crash has severely impacted the Dolan family's wealth, almost halving their net worth. They might not even be worth $1.5 billion now.

Dolan indeed needs funds for turnover, but the possibility of them selling the entire Knicks is too low. Forget it; with this money, he might as well buy Chelsea. He already owns 11% of Chelsea's shares, and being English, he would definitely win against Abramovich in a competition.

"Well then, forget it. Thanks for your hospitality, Dolan. I'll think about it and give you a call if there's a result."

Dolan parted ways with William, feeling frustrated. He had hoped to swindle a couple of hundred million dollars from this suddenly wealthy young man. Unexpectedly, William's appetite was so large.

He wanted to swallow the Dolan family's core industry in one go. God, do young people nowadays care so little about money? He didn't even bat an eye at $1.5 billion, which is more than the entire worth of his family.

If he could make the decision, Dolan might actually sell to William. Even selling the Knicks might be possible. Maybe he should discuss it with his family when he gets back, Dolan thought to himself.

William walked away on his own, but the surrounding guests looked at his back in astonishment. Who is this young man who can get Dolan to personally greet him with such a good attitude?

You have to know, Dolan is not known for being easy to talk to. Drinking, drugs, big mouth. New Yorkers don't have a good impression of Dolan. Anyone who could be treated so formally by the temperamental Dolan must not be an ordinary person. They decided to look up who this young man was when they got home.

When William walked into the stadium and sat in the front row, many people immediately recognized him as soon as he took off his hat. Isn't this the new English billionaire who was on TV today?

The TV said this young man was worth over $3 billion, making him one of the top 100 richest people globally, and he was young and handsome to boot. Many female celebrities looked at William with shining eyes, occasionally glancing his way. Not going after such a super-rich bachelor would be foolish.

Just retired and now a TNT commentator, Barkley exclaimed into the microphone, "Wow, wow, look who it is. Quick, get the camera on the Knicks' bench."

When the camera focused on William, who was looking around the court and the players, the audience who had watched the news today immediately became excited, staring at the large screen on the scene, and from time to time shouting William's name.

William turned in surprise to look at the audience calling his name, unaware that the camera was on him. The audience laughed heartily at William's bewildered look.

Barkley laughed and joked with his co-host, "It seems the enthusiasm of New York fans has scared our new billionaire. Okay, folks, be polite. Maybe our billionaire will treat you to burgers and cola."

With a reminder from the burly spectator beside him, William realized he was on the big screen. He glanced at the screen, waved at the camera, and greeted the audience.

Hearing the crowd shouting about burgers and cola, he smiled and gave the camera an OK gesture.

The audience, seeing William's generosity, couldn't help but applaud. Many girls shouted, "I love you, William."

William signed a check for $100,000 for the arena staff who had come over. After showing the check to the camera, the staff called the fast-food restaurant.

There were 18,000 spectators on the scene today, and $100,000 was enough for two rounds of burgers and cola, earning William another round of applause. With hands full and mouths munching, the crowd repeatedly thanked him.

William was pleased to spend a little money to advertise himself in front of the entire American audience. However, the praise from the crowd annoyed the crazy Latrell Sprewell. This guy pretended to accidentally throw the basketball at William.

The situation Sprewell envisioned did not occur. Who is William? He has a cheat system. Amid the crowd's gasps, he caught the flying basketball with one hand without turning his head.

William grabbed the basketball and looked at Sprewell. This guy showed no embarrassment, arrogantly shouting at William to pass the ball back.

The audience was stunned by Sprewell's brainless behavior. Attacking a spectator? Does he not want to play anymore? He would surely be suspended after the game.

William ignored Sprewell, grabbed the basketball, dribbled it, and then shot towards the Hawks' hoop.

The ball swished cleanly into the net amid the astonished gasps of nearly 20,000 spectators.

William chuckled inwardly, enjoying his cheat system. This aiming ability from his system was a godlike skill in shooting. Combined with his strength, which was several times that of an average person, he didn't even need to jump; the ball went in effortlessly.

Barkley kept saying, "Unbelievable, it must be a fluke," and shouted for William to do it again.

The audience, reminded by Barkley, also loudly chanted, "Do it again." An excited player from the Hawks picked up the ball and passed it to William, joining in the fun.

William took the ball, immediately shot again, and once again, it went straight in.

The audience went wild, many clutching their hair and shouting, "Unbelievable, this can't be real." Some skeptics shouted for another shot, unwilling to believe William's shooting ability was this good.

In terms of dribbling and passing, William was a rookie, but for these standstill, unguarded shots, he was confident he could make a hundred out of a hundred.

William laughed and walked to the commentary booth, indicating to Barkley that he wanted to speak.

Barkley, with a knack for entertainment, quickly handed him the microphone with a smile.

William thanked Barkley and said into the microphone, "Thank you all for your enthusiasm. How about we play a little game?"

Without waiting for the audience to respond, Barkley eagerly said, "Of course, we welcome any fun games. It's up to you. Right, folks?"

"Of course," the audience immediately echoed. Now, they didn't care about the game time approaching. Such an interesting event, New York fans naturally agreed.

William laughed and said, "Okay, the game I want to play is to stand at the center line and shoot ten balls. If I make them, you all have to bow to me and shout, 'Long live Devonshire.' If I miss, one bottle of Budweiser per miss, excluding children, who will get a signed basketball from Barkley instead. How about it, Barkley, is that okay?"

"Of course, no problem at all. A signed basketball is nothing. What I care about is your Budweiser, William. I don't believe you can make all ten shots. Right, folks?" Barkley shouted to the audience, who cheered in agreement.

The audience shouted back, "That's right, we're waiting for your Budweiser."

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