NBA: Warrior godfather.

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"Yes, Chris Cohan has been the owner of the Warriors since he bought the team 11 years ago," Stevens replied.

Liam let out a long sigh, looked up at the distant horizon, and murmured:

"Brad, the sunset is so beautiful today."

Stevens glanced at him and asked curiously, "Why are you so artistic all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, I just thought of something... something worth pondering."

"Liam, you've been acting strangely since you took over as head coach. Did that accident cause any hidden damage to your brain? I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up..."

The two left Hinkle Fieldhouse as Stevens continued to chatter.

Halfway through their walk, Liam and Stevens parted ways. Liam went to a nearby restaurant to eat.

He randomly ordered a few burgers and fried chicken, found an empty seat, and sat down, chewing his food mechanically. Stevens' words echoed in his mind: "Unless the Warriors owner is crazy, he will never hire a young man in his twenties as the team's head coach."

It was indeed impossible for Chris Cohan to choose him as the head coach of the Warriors. Even Joe Lacob, who later bought the Warriors and wasn't afraid to spend money, didn't seem like an owner who would break the rules.

Liam's idea of quickly becoming the head coach of the Warriors seemed shattered. He would have to wait ten or even twenty years before he had the opportunity to enter the NBA.

But then, a bold idea emerged in his mind.

What if... I buy the Warriors and become the owner?

If I become the owner, how long would it take for me to become the head coach?

After this seemingly fantastic idea surfaced, it took root in Liam's heart and began to grow wildly. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, constantly pondering its feasibility.

For most people, suddenly coming up with an idea to become the owner of an NBA team is obviously crazy, but Liam wasn't entirely without a chance.

Although he wasn't born rich and had less than two thousand dollars to his name, he did have a three-hundred-thousand-dollar coaching contract. However, he was a time traveler who used to be an investment analyst and was familiar with the financial markets.

As everyone knows, in financial markets, information is everything.

There was once a high-frequency trading company in the United States that spent $300 million to drill through the Appalachian Mountains and lay a dedicated trading fiber-optic cable just to shorten the information gap between Chicago and New York by one millisecond. This allowed them to trade ahead of everyone else, making millions of dollars every day.

Liam undoubtedly had the greatest information advantage in the entire world. He had a pretty good idea of what would happen in the financial markets between now and 2021.

Liam quickly shifted his mindset from being a basketball head coach to an investment analyst, thinking about how to earn a huge fortune in the shortest time possible that would allow him to buy the Warriors and support the team's operations.

"It seems that the financial crisis is the best opportunity," Liam concluded after careful consideration.

During his college and graduate years, the 2008 subprime mortgage crisis was a key topic his supervisor studied, and he had analyzed it repeatedly.

If he were given $50 million—no, $20 million in principal—he could turn the tide during the 2008 subprime mortgage crisis and make hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars!

Liam raised his eyebrows, tore off a chunk of meat from the chicken leg in his hand, chewed it, and a determined look flashed in his eyes.

He began recalling the details of the subprime mortgage crisis and thinking about how to make a fortune from it.

"It's already June; I have to invest my capital in the market quickly so that I can..."

Liam's thoughts were racing, but his movements suddenly froze, and the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand fell onto the table with a "thud."

He had just realized a very important question.

"Where can I get the $20 million in capital?"

Liam thought of the most critical problem: he had no money!

Not to mention that the $300,000 in his coaching contract was a pre-tax salary to be paid in installments over a year. Even if he were given the full $300,000 right now, it wouldn't be enough to participate in the subprime mortgage crisis.

Even if he used his advanced knowledge to engage in short-term trading, he would only make a few million or tens of millions of dollars by 2010. While the rate of return would be astonishing, it still wouldn't be enough to buy the Warriors.

Liam quickly finished his meal and returned to his apartment, continuously thinking about where he could get the capital, but to no avail. His social connections made it impossible for him to raise tens of millions of dollars in such a short period.

The idea of making money from the 2008 subprime mortgage crisis seemed like nothing more than a beautiful but illusory dream.

Liam let out a long sigh, lay straight on the sofa, stared at the ceiling in despair, and didn't want to move at all.

The next day, at 8:30 in the morning, Liam got up with dark circles under his eyes, ate some bread and bacon, and headed to Hinkle Fieldhouse.

He had tossed and turned all night, racking his brains but couldn't figure out a way to raise the capital. He didn't fall asleep until around 2 a.m.

When Liam arrived at the gym, it was already 8:55, and the Bulldogs' training session was set to start at 9 o'clock. The players and coaching staff had already arrived.

He entered the locker room and put his stuff down, where Julian Beko and Mike Green were swapping jerseys.

"Coach, huh... good morning," Julian Beko yawned loudly and said weakly.

"Coach, look at Julian's condition. I bet he will be scolded by Coach Stevens later," Mike Green remarked with disdain.

Liam, also feeling sleepy, was infected by Julian Beko's yawn and couldn't help but yawn too.

Julian Beko laughed and said, "See, the coach didn't sleep well either."

"You're right, Julian, but I don't need training. Do you?" Liam retorted.

Julian Beko's face fell. He staggered to his feet, straightened his jersey, and walked out of the locker room.

As he passed by Liam, he whispered in his ear, "Coach, you watched the World Cup yesterday, right? The United States tied with Italy 1-1. Thanks to Zaccardo's own goal, I earned $100!"

"$100?"

"Yes, I bet $10 on a 1-1 draw. I never expected it to actually be a draw. There must be something wrong with the referee. Beasley's goal in the second half was ruled invalid. But I like referees like this..."

Julian Beko was speaking very excitedly, but Liam's mind was no longer on him. His thoughts were filled with the sentence: "I bet $10 on a 1-1 draw and made $100."

Do time travelers really have advantages?

Or is there some supreme god watching over him, sending him a pillow when he feels sleepy?

Betting on football could be the best way for him to accumulate capital!

Liam doesn't watch football, and the United States happens to be a football desert. For more than half a month, he had been busy with the Bulldogs' affairs and had even forgotten that the German World Cup would be held this year.

But even though he didn't watch football anymore, he still remembered clearly the 2006 World Cup final in which Italy defeated France in a penalty shootout and Zidane's stunning headbutt on Materazzi.

This is a famous moment in World Cup history, and he had seen it on "World Football."

Julian Beko made ten times his money just by betting that the United States would draw with Italy 1-1. What if he bet that Zidane would be sent off in the final?

"Coach? What's wrong with you?" Julian Beko looked at Liam in confusion.

When the coach heard him mention the World Cup, he seemed to be in a daze, wearing an indescribable smile that looked weird—like a man who had abstained for a long time seeing the latest issue of Playboy.

Liam came back to his senses and patted Julian Beko's shoulder heavily:

"Julian, you're great! I'll have Brad increase your training!"

"No, coach, I promise I will never stay up late again. I will rest well and participate in training in the best condition!" Julian Beko pleaded.

"You don't want to be the starter anymore?"

"Of course, I still want that..."

"Then train hard. If you impress me, you'll be the starter in the new season."

"What about Mike? Even though he's quite annoying, it wouldn't be right for me to take his place, would it?"

"Why are you talking so much? He's still in the starting lineup. I have other plans for you. Now, get to training!"

"Okay, Coach!"

After sending Julian Beko away, Liam slowly walked out of the locker room. His previously calm mood had turned excited again, and he began to think about how to raise a million dollars as the capital for betting.

After thinking for a long time, he still had no idea. While tens of millions of dollars is a huge sum, even one million dollars is a significant amount!

In his previous life, he knew many wealthy people in the financial world. If he put aside his pride and asked around, he might have had a good chance of borrowing a million dollars.

But his current self, focused only on basketball, didn't know any wealthy people at all. Who could he borrow money from?

Liam came to the sidelines and looked at the players who had started training. He felt very troubled. Was there no solution?

His brain was working at full speed, constantly devising countermeasures. Despite the headache from staying up late, Liam was in a strange state of excitement. He no longer felt tired and was only thinking about how to get one million dollars.

"Beep…"

Liam took out his phone after hearing a notification sound. It was a text message from Curry:

"Coach, changing my shooting posture is very painful. I've been missing shots for the past half month. I once wanted to give up, but I persisted. The single-motion shooting is so amazing. I never thought my shooting speed could be so fast! Thank you for the suggestion. I will train hard."

Liam looked at the screen of the Nokia in his hand, a smile gradually forming on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered to himself:

"Thank you, Stephen. I've got it!"

End of this chapter

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