"By the way, that LeBron James… just how valuable is he?" Brian asked again, his curiosity piqued.
He knew James was a lock for the number one pick. But there's a number one pick every year; the only difference is the price a team has to pay to get it.
Chen Yu thought for a moment, then said, "Let me put it this way: he's almost a 100% lock for the Hall of Fame."
Surpassing Jordan was a long shot, so he wouldn't say that now. But based on the talent James had shown so far, as long as he didn't have terrible luck—like a career-ending injury within a couple of years—he could pretty much reserve a spot in the Hall of Fame.
"Oh, he's that good?" Brian's eyebrow shot up, and he instantly perked up.
He mulled it over for a moment, then said, "So, that means we should trade up."
His gaze wandered over the players on the court, likely calculating who could be traded away.
Chen Yu offered a kind reminder, "This isn't last year. You just watch, no one will even entertain your offers."
