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Chapter 816 Who do you fancy?I'll tie you up!

Tempting lights, loud music, and young men and women who sway their bodies to their heart's content to release their enthusiasm.

This is one of the best nightclubs in Houston, and it has always been known for its "human touch" service. In other words, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want here.

Well, I can't say that completely, at least the white deal (poison) doesn't work here, because the big boss won't allow it.

The supreme VIP box on the top floor of the nightclub, through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the scenery below, but this glass is one-way, you can see the outside from the inside, but you can’t see the inside from the outside.

An old man with silver hair was sitting on a luxurious leather sofa, drinking the red wine in front of him sullenly.

Well, judging from the traces left on the table, the old man has killed at least two bottles of red wine.

"Hey, you are the best coach in the entire league. Now you are not at home thinking about tactics for next season. You actually went to the nightclub in the next city to drink red wine and peep at the young and beautiful girl below. Believe it or not, I will tell the media. Expose this matter?"

The door of the VIP box was pushed open, and a tall, handsome old man walked in. When he came in, he seemed to be a very serious person when he came in and spoke to the old man who was drinking.

But this man is wearing a colorful shirt, a pair of wide beach pants, and a pair of big slippers with open toes. No matter how you look at it, he is a hooligan uncle who stares at the body of a little girl in a bikini on the beach.

"Excuse me? As the owner of the team, what are you doing? Open a bar and run to the next door. There is no place for you in San Antonio?" Well, after San Antonio is mentioned, the identity of this old drinking man is obvious, except Spurs coach Popovich, who else?

That's natural. The grandpa who walked in is Popovich's old comrade-in-arms and the new boss of the Spurs.

"You can't say that." The boss also sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass, "You know, Houston is the fourth largest city in the United States, and the business potential here is huge. There are so many people in the team to feed, who pays if you don’t work?”

Popovich gave the boss a blank look, nonsense, as far as his worth is concerned, will he be short of this money?
This guy is responsible for paying the money, and then Popovich is doing the rest. If you throw away the shopkeeper and treat it like this, there is no one else!

"What's the matter? Is there any trouble recently? Short of money?"

The boss only knew that the team had just won the championship, and he paid for a huge parade, and then gave everyone on the team a generous bonus.

"No." Popovich shook his head. Although he was very depressed recently, it really wasn't a matter of money.

This year is the first time the Spurs are not short of money, but there is no place to spend the money, which really makes Popovich feel very depressed.

Why didn't the two stupid people in New York and Portland with a lot of money encounter this situation?It's not easy for me to be a local tyrant once, is it easy for me?
"Then what are you doing with such a displeased face? Is the idle salary low? Or do you want to come here to find some romantic encounters without success?"

Well, there are only three words to be serious, Popovich rolled his eyes, and was quite speechless to his old friend.

"Hey, Greg, what's that expression on your face? I'm your boss, okay?" The boss was very dissatisfied with Popovich's blank stare, "You guy eats mine, uses mine, and drinks every day, can you have a conscience? ?”

"Yes, dear boss, now, the entire league is unwilling to do business with your team, what should I do?" Popovich asked angrily.

In terms of tactics, Popovich is a master-level existence, but in terms of business, I have to say, the boss is a good guy who can make a difference in the underground world of the United States. How can he be a mediocre guy?

"I thought what was the matter." The boss also understood now. Indeed, the team has been too strong in the past two years and won two consecutive championships. As long as there is another championship next year, it will be the fourth dynasty in the league, and the number of championships will exceed up the bull.

Think about the era of the Bulls Dynasty, so many talents were suppressed and never won a championship. Now the Spurs are showing equal or even surpassing the dominance of the Bulls. This is obviously not what other teams in the league want to see.

No one wants to play the role of accompanying the prince to study, so it goes without saying that everyone in the league will attack the Spurs with all their strength next season. They even formed the legendary "Anti-Spurs Alliance" in private.

Not trading with the Spurs and not giving them a chance to strengthen is the first step in the anti-Spurs alliance. After all, they also know that several important rotation players of the Spurs will retire or leave. It's over.

"You have a way?" Popovich asked back, in fact, he felt that his old friend would definitely have a way.

"How? So, tell me who you fancy, how about I tie him up to sign a contract with you?"

The boss had an expression of "sharpening the knife to the pig and sheep", as if kidnapping someone was as simple as getting acquainted, eating and drinking.

Popovich: "...do you have anything else to do?"

This is the NBA, not your underworld!Kidnapping someone to sign a contract?
"There is no other way... at the moment." The boss thought about it seriously, then spread his hands and said helplessly.

Popovich stared at the boss for a while, then stood up abruptly, picked up a bottle of unopened red wine and walked out.

"Give me a room where I can sleep quietly, and then you can think of a way, as long as it allows us to trade, it's not bad anyway."

"It's not my money." The boss also muttered silently, but he did frown after Popovich went out.

In any case, the Spurs are now their own industry, so it's not okay to be bullied like this.

The boss took out his personal mobile phone, sent a message to some numbers, and then threw the mobile phone on the sofa.

Kidnapping someone to sign a contract is a joke, but the boss doesn't mind letting those who trip up his team suffer a little.

This summer, the Spurs will be addicted to local tyrants, and no one can stop the Texas Mounted Police waving checks!
Whoever blocks it will be killed, and the mouth will be tied directly!

The boss picked up the wine glass and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the people twisting their bodies below, and took a sip of the wine comfortably.

This is the life you should enjoy as a boss. Let Greg continue to worry about those things. I am only responsible for giving him as fair an environment as possible.

Popovich, who has already come to the rest room, doesn't know what the boss has done, but he believes that when the sun rises tomorrow, he can flex his muscles and make the reinforcement he wants for the team!

(End of this chapter)