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"God, why wouldn't he want to pay tens of millions more?"

On the Warriors' board of directors, a large group of white people are discussing. For them, this is a very critical issue.

Should it be sold to an American businessman, Joe Crabbe, or to two Chinese people, Tan Kaixuan and Zhao Fusheng.

This question is really important!

Today's Golden State Warriors, in terms of the entire league, are a fish belly.The record was dismal, ticket sales were a mess, season tickets sold only a few thousand sets, the team's home court was in disrepair, the stands were very narrow, and the team's clubhouse was dilapidated.More importantly, there is no sign of any reversal in sight.

The dismal results directly lead to almost no audience willing to pay for this team, which is why the current Warriors owner Cohen sold the team.

"Mr. Cohen, you need to make a decision."

The assistant looked at Cohen, who was sitting in the middle, and said seriously.

Cohen remained silent for a long time. He has been running this team for more than ten years.

If it weren't for the fact that the current team's record is too bad, and his financial strength can no longer continue to invest in this team, he would never consider selling the Golden State Warriors.

Thinking of this, he looked at his assistant: "Contact Mr. Tan from Huaxia and tell him that I hope to meet him and his friend."

Obviously, Cohen intends to meet Zhao Fusheng.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng got the news.

"He wants to see me?"

Looking at Tan Kaixuan in surprise, Zhao Fusheng asked in confusion.

"Yes."

Tan Kaixuan nodded: "That Cohen must insist on seeing you, I don't know why."

Although he was a bit baffled, Zhao Fusheng still nodded: "Well, since he wants to see me, let's meet."

No matter what the other party said, he was also a rich man with a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars, but Zhao Fusheng believed that he had no malicious intentions.

He was just wondering why the man suddenly wanted to see him.

Could it be that he planned to say something to himself and Tan Kaixuan?

Soon, the two sides met in Los Angeles.

The meeting place is naturally Zhao Fusheng's manor.

"Mr. Cohen, hello."

Zhao Fusheng shook hands with Cohen, who was over 60 years old, very politely.

For older people, he is relatively respectful, provided that the other party does not show a superior attitude.

"Mr. Zhao, hello."

Cohen was very polite, looked at Zhao Fusheng, then at Tan Kaixuan, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you two to be so young."

Everyone loves to hear good things, even Zhao Fusheng.

At the very least, Cohen's attitude made him feel that the other party didn't come here with malice today.

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone sat down as guest and host.

"Mr. Cohen, I'm curious, why do you want to see me?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Cohen straight to the point.

There is no intersection between the two people. In terms of career, to put it bluntly, although a rich man of Cohen's level may be a high achiever in the eyes of Americans, he is not enough to look at in front of Zhao Fusheng.

Billionaires have circles of billionaires, and billionaires have circles of billionaires.

Like Zhao Fusheng, whose net worth has exceeded tens of billions of dollars, he naturally has his circle.

To put it bluntly, Cohen is not qualified to have any intersection or conflict of interest with Zhao Fusheng.

However, this person insisted on meeting with him.

This made Zhao Fusheng really curious.

"Mr. Zhao, I want to know, what do you think of the development of the Warriors?"

Looking at Zhao Fusheng, Cohen suddenly asked a question that surprised him.

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"I don't know basketball."

Facing Cohen's question, Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

"what?"

The general manager of the Warriors next to Cohen was taken aback.

Tan Kaixuan stood aside, his expression was helpless, Zhao Fusheng, couldn't he tell a lie?

Although he didn't know why Cohen asked such a question, it was clear that from the data, the old man had owned the Warriors for almost 20 years.

Although a businessman, he's definitely the kind of businessman who loves basketball.

In this case, if Zhao Fusheng said that he likes basketball, maybe Cohen would agree to sell the team to the two of them.

But Zhao Fusheng's words immediately killed the sky...

Cohen was very calm, and laughed when he heard this.

"Zhao, you are really an honest man."

After laughing a few times, Cohen said to Zhao Fusheng: "I have never seen someone as honest as you. They would tell me how they like basketball and even how they love the Warriors."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand, showing a serious expression: "Mr. Cohen, I really don't understand basketball. Of course, I know the NBA. The biggest achievement of Mr. David Stern back then was to let many young people in China learn from TV. I know about NBA. I know about Jordan, I know about Kobe Bryant, I know about O’Neal, and oh, I know about James.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhao Fusheng laughed: "As for the warriors, to be honest, what I know is what is written on the information given to me by Mr. Tan beside me."

"It's normal."

Just when Tan Kaixuan thought that Cohen would get up and walk away, he nodded.

"Yes, the Warriors really don't have a reputation in the league."

A wry smile appeared on Cohen's old face: "Mr. Zhao, you are right."