best shooting guard

Chapter 624

"How's the water temperature?"

"It seems a little high."

"Would you like to try a little higher?"

"Well... a little higher and we can make soup."

"You little fat man can't do it, you're not as good as us two old men."

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"Is it comfortable?"

"Oh~ so comfortable."

"Hey, now you know the benefits of high temperature, come on, drink!"

"Oh, oh, ah, oh~"

"Little fat man, keep your voice down!"

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This is a Japanese-style box, with classic Japanese murals painted on the wall and many decorations, but the inside is so foggy that the decorations on the wall cannot be seen clearly, nor what is going on inside.

Oh no, it should be said that I have no idea what is going on inside?It can only be guessed from occasional voices and words.

Of course, there must be nothing inappropriate for children.

This is a Japanese-style artificial hot spring bath, this private room is the most luxurious, and it is only used by the owner and boss here.

That's right, it's the boss, the guy who liked to dress up as an old ramen man last year, the guy who put pressure on the Bobcats in the draft to make the Bobcats trade the second pick to the Spurs, and invited three great gods to train Qin Yan last summer. Come Rodman guys!
At the same time, he is also Popovich's old comrade-in-arms, one of the leaders of the American underground industry, and people in the world call him "the boss".

A tycoon who comes to various dance halls, casinos, bathhouses, bars and other industries that sound sluggish, personally entertaining guests in the most luxurious private room in his own bathhouse is naturally very honorable.

Cough cough, generally speaking, but the two people who are staying with the boss now, although they have a certain social status, they have nothing to do with the word "noble"...

The boss is soaking in the hot spring with his head and neck exposed, while holding a small wine glass placed on a floating tray in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.

Opposite him, a guy with silver hair was also soaking in it, and his eyes were still squinted, with a satisfied expression on his face.

If the Spurs were here, they would recognize that this guy was their coach Popovich.

And between the two, near the shore, there was a chubby head. This guy seemed to be unable to stand the temperature of the water, and was about to sneak up.

Of course, he moved his body carefully as much as possible, not wanting to disturb the old man over there who was drinking with his eyes closed.

In front of that old man, he felt like a rabbit in front of a lion, not daring to act rashly.

"Little fat man, are you planning to run away?"

The boss's closed eyes suddenly opened, and then his upper body emerged from the water, looking directly at the little fat man who was about to slip away.

The little fat man who was about to run away froze all of a sudden, he could only turn his head back silently, and continued to soak in the water with a smile on his face.

The baby cried in his heart, but the baby didn't say anything.

"Haha, this is a man. Look at me and Greg. We are so much older than you. We are still in it. You are so young, so you can't say no!"

The boss laughed. If the Spurs were here, they would be surprised. This old guy with the same silver hair has better muscles than any of them. His abdominal muscles can be used as a washboard!
"Okay, anyway, he is also my boss, don't scare him."

Popovich also opened his eyes and said to his old friend.

"Oh, young people these days are so boring, and, Greg, correct me, he won't be your boss soon, but I will be." The boss looked indifferent.

"Wait... Sir, you, what did you just say?" The little fat man who has been afraid to speak broke through and heard some heavy news. What does it mean that he will not be Popovich's boss soon, and it is Popovich who wants to Have you quit?
God, how can this work!The fat man knew how important Popovich was to the Spurs. Without Popovich, there would be no Spurs today, so although the fat man was afraid of the boss, he still asked.

"Hey, little fat man, you finally spoke. Come on, let me ask you a few questions first." The boss seemed to have a new understanding of little fat man, and began to ask, "Is your family selling tractors?"

"Yes, since my grandfather, we have been one of the largest agricultural machinery dealers in Texas." Speaking of grandparents, the little fat man is quite proud.

"What is your annual profit?" Why is the second question so sharp all of a sudden?

"Um, this one is not as good as yours, but it's okay." The little fat man's forehead was also full of sweat, and he didn't know if he was scared out of it.

"Oh, you are the major shareholder of the Spurs, right?"

"That's right." The little fat man is most proud of having such a strong team as the Spurs in his family.

Especially after Qin Yan was selected last year, the market value of the Spurs began to soar. Think about it, because the Rockets selected Yao Ming, the assets of that miser Alexander directly increased by more than ten times!
Now, the little fat man is also fantasizing that his assets in the next section can also be multiplied by more than ten times!
"Oh, tell me, how much is it, sell it to me." The boss said lightly.

"What, what?" The little fat man was still thinking about doubling his assets by more than ten times, but he was really shocked when he heard this news all of a sudden.

"You run the Spurs, is there any pressure?" The boss raised his eyebrows, "Or let me just point it out, can you afford the luxury tax?"

"This..." The little fat man stopped talking for a while. To be honest, the Spurs really had no choice, at least right now.

"Then you also know that the Spurs now have a bunch of young talents. When they are all ready to renew their contracts, you should be under a lot of pressure, right?"

"Hmm..." The little fat man clutched his chest, this is really a critical blow, the Spurs really can't pay the luxury tax now.

"Also, your arena is too broken, and many things need to be renovated."

"Hmm..." The little fat man covered his chest again, it's so precious to renovate the arena...

"Well, the Spurs should change to a good charter plane, and the boats and cars that parade every year should also be changed."

KO!The little fat man admits defeat, I'm just an ordinary boy who sells tractors, I really can't afford to mess with you, big brother.

"How many shares do you want?" Since you can't afford it, then admit defeat, but even if you want to sell it, you have to sell it for a good price.

"Don't be so sad, I only want 60%." The boss is still very authentic, "And you are the boss of the Spurs on the surface, after all, your family has bought the Spurs for so many years."

"Then, what about my shares?" the little fat man asked.

"You get 25%, Greg 5%, and the general manager is still him, and the rest is left to others." The boss is indeed a big boss, and he is so generous.

"Don't sigh, I will inject more funds into the team. Your current 25% will not be worth less than before."

Seeing the little fat man hesitate, the boss explained again.

"Okay, I promise you." There is nothing you can do if you don't agree, and you are still the owner of the Spurs on the surface, and you only own a lot more than before. Why don't you do such a good thing?

"Very well, that's signed."

The boss snapped his fingers, and then a tray floated over with a stack of documents, which was the new equity agreement.

"Greg, from now on, I will be your boss."

After the little fat man finished signing, the boss pointed to the document and said to Popovich contentedly.

"Well, whatever you want, but now I can go back and tell those kids that the team will have money in the future." Popovich did not express his opinion from the beginning to the end, as if this kind of thing had nothing to do with him.

"Hey, you have a better attitude!"

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(End of this chapter)