basketball never sleeps

Chapter 230 The Biggest Gambling Deal in Sports History
"The most perfect debut in the new century, is his era of dominance really coming?"

"You get what you pay for. FMVP finally wakes up in the new season"

"The Nuggets suffered a crushing defeat in the opening game, and Melo said frankly, "We are brothers""

It was just a game, and those who were waiting to see Mo Wen make a fool of himself were forced to shut up.

In this era when the average points per game for teams in the league is less than 08 (it was not until the 09-30 season that the average points per game exceeded 40), points can make the news, not to mention the value of scoring points against a playoff team.

Many people were not surprised that the Supersonics beat the Nuggets.

The Supersonics did not perform well last season for the same reason as the Rockets, both were affected by injuries to their star players.

Ray Allen and Milicic stay healthy, and with the addition of Mo Wen, it is normal for them to win three against one against the Nuggets who only have one Melo.

But what made them more silent and fearful than the gap in star players was the change in style of the Supersonics.

If it follows the old path, even if Supersonic evolves again, it will only be the next Sun. At most, it will change from the original low-profile version of the Sun to the top-profile overclocked version of the Sun.

But Mo Wen almost reshaped the Supersonics' tactical system, turning the Supersonics into a "Heat" with an attack that focuses more on the outside.

The Nuggets' performance in the opening game was not bad, but the feeling of being suppressed by the Supersonics... or Mo Wen the entire time, anyone with a little empathy can feel the suffocation.

Many people previously thought that ESPN ranked the SuperSonics too high, but now it seems that it is absolutely appropriate.

"It's not without reason that NBAlive2007 and NBA2K07 both gave him the highest personal rating. I've said that in the Heat, Mo's state is like playing. Look, when he starts to work, you will know how terrible he is."

In TNT's basketball commentary program, Barkley shook his head and spoke to the camera.

"Hey, Charles, play slower. I understand your admiration for Mo, but this is only the first game and there's still a long way to go," Kenny Smith reminded.

"Oh, of course, I know this is the first game, so do you want to make a bet, Kenny? Let's bet on Mo's future performance." Barkley retracted his neck and winked at Kenny Smith with a pretentious and seductive expression like a fallen woman.

"Get away from me! I'm not making a bet with you. You're already running for governor, so stop messing around!" Kenny Smith pulled his chair away in disgust.

Inspired by Schwarzenegger, Barkley announced his candidacy for governor of Alabama this summer (Schwarzenegger joked that he only ran because he lost a bet), but everyone knows that he is really just running for fun, because he does not have a wife with a Donkey Party aristocratic background, nor does he have a friend named Bush who is the leader of the Elephant Party.

……

On November 11, the entire Supersonics team flew to Portland to challenge the Trail Blazers.

The league's schedule for the SuperSonics is not very friendly. The first two games were scheduled as away games, but fortunately they are both in the Northwest Division, so it is not too troublesome.

This year's Trail Blazers can only be described as unpredictable.

The Blazers started to tank in the second half of last season and haven't played many really bad games. Their draft pick was not high enough and they missed out on Aldridge. Later, they wanted to trade for Aldridge but were rejected by the Hornets. They also had their eyes on Roy, but the Hawks, who selected Roy, were not satisfied with the Blazers' chips.

Without the twin stars, the Trail Blazers would still be in that lifeless and rotten state.

But the Trail Blazers' management did not wait to die, they still gained something in the trading market.

They used the chips originally used in the Roy trade to acquire Artest from the Knicks in a three-way trade.

Artest, who saw no hope of winning in his hometown of New York, could be said to have completely let himself go. On weekdays, he either got drunk in nightclubs or skipped training to hold concerts in livehouses.

In the second two months of the season, he fell out with both Larry Brown and the Knicks front office.

Stern and the team have issued him so many fines that he can't count them with both hands, but it still hasn't changed his way of doing things.

There was no choice but for the Knicks to sell him off at a low price.

Regarding this deal, Mo Wen exclaimed, "Wow!" From the New York Mafia team to the Portland Prisons team, Artest can no longer wash himself clean.

I met Paul Allen when I was jogging in the community before and talked to him. According to this big bastard, he is no longer in charge of things. The management told him that the trade for Artest was just for subsequent trades, but who would have thought that there would be no follow-up after the trade.

Everyone recognizes Artest's ability to defend, but no one can ignore his ability to cause trouble.

Until he can prove that he is not a locker room bomb, few teams will dare to take him.

Although the Trail Blazers were terrible, Mo Wen did not let his guard down.

Artest is one of the few players who can limit him on the defensive end, and Randolph, although he is regarded as a complete brush by the media, also has some skills.

In terms of potential, they cannot compare with the Gemini in history, but in terms of combat effectiveness, the current Pioneers are a little stronger.

Entering the game, the Supersonics had a hard time just as Mo Wen had expected.

Every time Artest meets Mo Wen, he will shake off his bad mood and be himself again, and when Mo Wen performs well on the court, his desire to perform becomes even stronger.

"Mo, you have changed. When did you become so hypocritical? Why didn't you elbow me just now? If you have the ability, just elbow me down. Are you looking down on me by pretending here?"

"Put away your damn pick-and-roll and post up against me like a man!"

"Mazefak, I wanted to fight you, but you pulled the stool away. Have you become a coward now that you're the boss? How can you convince others?"

"Referee, did you see it? Did you see it? He elbowed me. It hurt so much. Give him a technical foul. Give him a technical foul!!"

Mo Wen spread his hands helplessly towards the referee and laughed along with the referee.

He has to fight back while preparing to fake a fall. It would be a shame not to assist Ajax.

In addition to Mo Wen being restricted, Milicic also struggled on the court.

Randolph's flexible body and sophisticated technical understanding made it difficult for Milicic on both offense and defense. The Supersonics tried to replace Tyson to defend him, but Randolph committed two fouls in just three minutes and was sent off.

Until the end of the first half, the Supersonics did not widen the gap and only maintained a 5-point lead.

But in the second half, Mo Wen no longer entangled with Artest, and after picking up the pace, the situation was still controlled by the Supersonics.

The two main guards of the Trail Blazers, Jarrett Jack and Randy Foye, were a rookie last year and this year respectively. Both are standard American point guards with a height of 1 meters. Once they get into the state, they are not far from killing themselves.

McMillan, who used to be the coach of the Supersonics, looked at Coach Hill with envy. Why didn't he have such a good thing?

If you give him a Mo Wen, he would be willing to coach Yao Ming at the same time.

When the game was over, everyone looked back and saw that Mo Wen, who had only scored 12 points in the first half, quietly scored another 31 points.

In the second half, Mo Wen played a lot of pick-and-roll tactics and off-ball tactics, and even let the fat boy Craig come up to serve as a dummy for him for a while. Artest suffered from his strong physique, and was slow in squeezing into and around the pick-and-roll, and was unwilling to switch defense, which gave Mo Wen many opportunities.

In today's league, there is basically no team that wants to lock down Mo Wen by defense, unless Artest joins the Pistons of the past two years and replaces Hamilton's position.

The game was lost, but Artest felt that he did not lose.

"If you fight me one-on-one without your teammates, I will definitely be able to lock you down."

Mo Wen nodded as if he was coaxing a child.

You are right. I can let you win a hundred times verbally, but when it comes to data, I will win a hundred times.

Artest was not discouraged or upset by the team's defeat. New York has reshaped his view of winning and losing. Now he just wants to play to his heart's content. Not to mention that he secretly gave Milicic an elbow during the confrontation today and didn't let Milicic get it back. It was a big profit!
……

“I admit that I smoke before the game;”

"I went and bought half a glass of wine at half-time;"

"..."

“Press department executives get promoted by discrediting players;”

"David Stern, damn David Stern! I'm going to teach you some ghetto rules, so learn them well!"

In a tavern in Portland, a black man with a 6mm caliper haircut was spitting passionately into the microphone on the stage. Due to the lack of harmonious words, not many people cheered for him from the audience, but after the song was over, the audience still gave him warm applause.

"Well, I sing pretty well, don't I?"

Artest lifted the Trail Blazers cap on his head and looked at Mo Wen with complacency.

"I won't comment on the song, but I suggest you don't wear this hat next time you sing this song. It will give Paul (Allen) a headache."

Mo Wen forced a smile on his face. He pushed down the brim of his hat and leaned back against the sofa behind him.

To be honest, Mo Wen felt a little regretful. He had just wanted to have some fun to kill time, so he accepted Artest's invitation to listen to his new song. But who could have thought that his new song would be so explosive.

In terms of the wording of the lyrics, the content of key words such as shit, piss, fart, and reproductive organs in conventional black rap is extremely low, which is really well-behaved, but when it comes to the content, it is quite arrogant.

"Hehe, you look like you're scared, don't you?" A Tai raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mo Wen with a slightly contemptuous look.

"Idiot, if I applauded you just now and those dogs saw me, I would have to spend half an hour at the press conference tomorrow explaining why I applauded and whether I really agreed with what you said in the lyrics."

Mo Wen rolled his eyes. What is your identity and what is my status? Can we consider the same things?

"Tsk, isn't happiness the most important thing in life? You've made enough money, why do you still care about their feelings? Those white women are just good at talking. Once you fall out with them, you'll find out they can't do anything to you." Artest said disapprovingly.

"It may feel good to enjoy the pleasure of provoking and belittling others without paying a price, but this kind of happiness is too low-level. If you are willing, you can try it. Conquering prejudice is actually more fulfilling than ignoring prejudice or verbally fighting back."

Mo Wen is not a person who likes to make chicken soup or spread positive energy, and Artest is not a good person either, but given his current state of mind, Mo Wen does not want to see one less interesting opponent in the future.

Rodman played around but at least he got the maximum salary. Given Artest's ability, it's a pity that he only got a middle-class salary until his retirement.

"As for conquering... It's okay for someone like me to stop you from conquering the world, but as for anything else, hehe..." After taking a sip of wheat juice, A Tai's eyes suddenly became a little melancholy again.

He might have thought about the word "conquer" when he was still in the Pacers two years ago, but with that fight...or informally, the boxing match, it seemed that many things were far away from him.

Portland is not far from Seattle, and the train only takes 3 hours, so the Sonics players did not have to catch a plane.

On the way back, Mo Wen was reflecting on why he did not enjoy the happiness of doing whatever he wanted even though he was obviously stronger than ever before and his status was much higher than the previous two teams.

The thrill of conquest and ordinary happiness should not be in conflict with each other. Why is it that the higher he climbs, the more he becomes more obedient?

He scratched his head and suddenly understood a little bit about those meat eaters who would be complained by netizens in the future. When they were penniless, they were not afraid of anyone, but when they had bottles and jars, they started to reason with others.

……

After returning to Seattle, Mo Wen began to prepare for the opening game against the Suns.

The league only started arranging the new season schedule at the end of July during the offseason. At that time, Mo Wen had already officially announced his next club, so the scheduling of this opening game was somewhat targeted.

Just as Mo Wen and the coaching staff analysts were studying the information and tactics of the Suns players.

Bennett called him to the reception room again for something.

"It's like this, regarding some things about the new stadium, the team feels that they should respect your opinion, so they come to you to be a witness." Bennett buried the complicated look in his eyes, pretended to be friendly, put his arm around Mo Wen's shoulders, and led him into the room.

As soon as I entered the room, several staff members with badges on their chests and a very different temperament from ordinary people sat at the guest seats and seriously checked the documents in their hands.

Mo Wen sniffed and frowned. He seemed to smell the scent of that group of people.

"This is Congressman Mark from the State Assembly; this is Mrs. Manny who is in charge of municipal finances; this is Mr. Pete who is in charge of auditing..."

Although he had no idea what Bennett was up to, Mo Wen still greeted the group of people politely.

"The main reason I invited you here today is to discuss our new stadium. You have played in the KeyArena before, right? Our old stadium is far behind other teams in the league in terms of player usage needs, team profitability, and fan viewing experience. So after I bought the team, I have been planning to build a new stadium." Bennett took out an extra construction plan and handed it to Mo Wen.

"From a long-term perspective, in order to avoid something like the KeyArena becoming outdated shortly after its construction, it would be best if we build a top-notch arena. Moreover, a new arena is not only a sports facility, but also a symbol and business card of a city. It can boost tourism and enhance the city's image. I simply can't think of a reason to reject this request, am I right?" Bennett asked Mo Wen in a businesslike tone.

Mo Wen didn't comment. If you want to build it, build it. What does it have to do with me? I don't control the municipal budget. Just when Mo Wen was about to speak to distance himself from the matter, the congressman named Mark sitting on the opposite side couldn't help himself.

"That's impossible. Our city's budget is very tight, and every penny counts. Compared to the arena, education, public safety, transportation and other infrastructure are obviously more important to the citizens. And I'm telling you, are you serious about your budget? The budget is 5 million to build a new arena, but the city government has to bear 4.2 million! Are you treating the city government as a charity?"

Mark didn't even look at Mo Wen, he just slammed the table at Bennett.

Mo Wen twitched his lips and flipped through the papers. The councillor was right. It was indeed 5 million! And they really planned to let the municipal government contribute 4.2 million.

This is not just an outrageous request, it is obviously aimed at ruining the matter.

"The finance department has rejected your previous application. Even if it is approved, the mayor, state legislature, governor, and auditor will prevent the implementation of this project after learning the news. If you invite us to discuss this matter, then I don't think we need to waste time." The middle-aged woman with glasses next to him also said coldly to Bennett.

Previously, Schultz applied for 2.2 million to renovate the arena, and Stern personally put pressure on the city government, but the city government rejected it outright, not to mention the ridiculous 4.2 million. "I would like to remind you, Mr. Bennett, that your plan to build a new arena is too far from reality, so the relevant departments will not file this application plan. You should not use this as a basis to apply for a renovation subsidy for the arena. As the congressman said, our budget for this year and the next few years has been roughly determined, and we really can't squeeze out more funds to help the team." Another person who didn't speak also echoed.

"Calm down, ladies and gentlemen, I am sincerely discussing this with you. I am not just talking nonsense. I also know that the arena is a huge investment, but as long as the SuperSonics are in Seattle, the city government will always have a day to recoup its investment and generate profits, right?"

Bennett said in a tone that seemed to be calming but was actually threatening.

"Oh, so what you mean is that if the municipal government does not agree to your outrageous demand and does not invest 4 million to help the team build a new stadium, you will move the team away, right? Do the fans know about this? Does the NBA officially allow this? Did you have this in mind when you bought the team?" Congressman Mark said sarcastically.

"Of course... No, I don't mean to threaten you. It's just that, sir, I'm a businessman, and it shouldn't be unreasonable for me to want my team to remain profitable. If the team keeps losing money, then I will definitely consider making changes." Bennett still maintained a polite tone, but his meaning was made clear between the lines.

"How long have you taken over the team? Why are you so sure that the team cannot make a profit?"

"This is not something that is difficult to predict. The NBA league gives each team a fixed share of the broadcasting revenue, and most of the remaining revenue of the team comes from ticket sales. But with the capacity of the KeyArena, even if every game is full, it will be difficult to pay the players' increasingly high salaries and the management team's increasingly high operating costs." Bennett sincerely took out a previous profit and loss budget report and handed it to the auditor who had just spoken.

"I would like to remind you that you are the owner of the team, and the government has no obligation to spend taxpayers' money to help you improve the profitability of your operating assets." Congressman Mark emphasized, pointing his finger at the table.

"Legally, all the team's assets belong to me, but according to NBA rules, the team is also the property of the city and local fans. If we only consider it from a legal perspective, then this matter will be simple, right?"

Bennett was obviously well prepared and refuted the views of several people one by one. Anyway, the main idea was only one - pay me money or I'll leave.

Mo Wen, who was sitting on the side watching the show, was also unhappy with Bennett's look that he would be at a loss without a new stadium, but he couldn't speak up casually. If he did, it would not only do no good but also easily get himself into trouble.

Mo Wen could understand why Bennett was anxious to talk about this matter at this time. The Sonics had a good momentum in the past two games. If the results really improved and the home attendance increased, it would be untenable for him to mention losing money again.

Now he can at least use the data from the previous two seasons to prove his point and establish the fact that the municipal government is not sincere.

What's the point of calling him over?
See how mean the corrupt and incompetent meat eaters are, and then stand on his side and cheer for the team's relocation?
But it’s no secret that little Catherine went to school and that he sold his house at a high price and settled in Seattle, right?

Besides, who in Seattle, which has a pleasant climate, would be willing to move to an Oklahoma City that has nothing but a gymnasium like Kerala?

"Mo, I believe in your ability. I'll give you time to get familiar with the team and you'll have a chance to make a difference in the playoffs. But you also have to see that Dak (Micic) will have to face the issue of contract renewal next year. If you give him a maximum salary, the salary system of the Supersonics will definitely explode. I'm willing to invest in the team, but the league's luxury tax is too expensive, so... we need a new arena anyway, right?"

Seeing that the negotiations with the municipal government had reached a deadlock, Bennett pushed Mo Wen to the front again.

So you were waiting for me here?

"Boss, I'm just a player." Mo Wen had a cold face and had no intention of continuing to speak.

"But you're not an ordinary player, are you?" Bennett said with specific intent.

"No, no, no, the league clearly stipulates that players cannot hold shares in the team. I don't want others to misunderstand."

Mo Wen quickly waved his hands, you act like something really happened to us.

"Mr. Bennett, you should also know that Mo also considered the Seattle factor when choosing the Supersonics. If you really value the stars, you shouldn't have mentioned moving away just now." Congressman Mark sneered calmly.

"It is precisely because I respect Mo that I want Mo to play in a better stadium. The problem is not with me, but with Seattle." Bennett also kicked the ball without any burden.

The two sides started arguing again. One wanted the person to stay without paying, while the other threatened to run away from home if he was not paid.

But Seattle later made some concessions, saying that if the Supersonics could perform well under Mo Wen's leadership, it would be possible to allocate some money from next year's fiscal budget for the Supersonics to renovate the stadium.

But Bennett's original goal was not to renovate the arena and make money in Seattle.

They argued for another half an hour, and Mo Wen had two refills of his American coffee, but both sides were still discussing whose life was more miserable.

Anyway, the efficiency is about the same everywhere, so don't make fun of me, big brother.

Coffee promotes metabolism and diuresis, so Mo Wen took the opportunity to urinate.

[Gyarados, use water gun! ]

Just when Mo Wen wanted to make a phone call to moisten it up, the congressman who was in the room just now also came to the bathroom.

"Oh shit, Mo, do you have African ancestry?"

The congressman named Mark became less confident after just glancing at the speed of unbuckling his belt.

"Your remarks are dangerous, Senator. I know what you think, but I have to tell you a fact. Statistically speaking, the facts are actually very different from your impression."

Mo Wen rolled his eyes. As a person who was not afraid of challenges, he was too lazy to explain anything.

The source of the rumor comes from a scholar who is superior to white people - black people have small brains, yellow people have small brains and big brains, and only white people have both advantages. But if you study his papers and data, you will find that this statement does not have much gold content, but the content of "mangosteen alcohol" is quite strong.

A quick check of the WHO data will show that the gap between different parts of the world is not that big (except for Koreans). Even with the same healthy body shape, Asian men have the highest testosterone levels among all races.

On the contrary, pure-blooded white men have the highest probability of getting banana cancer and penile microscopy due to genetic problems.

Cubans smoke a lot, so Cuba leads the world in lung cancer treatment; Sichuan and Chongqing love spicy food, so their gastroenterology departments are all over the country, while Europe and the United States are far ahead in male prosthesis implants and circumcision surgeries. What does this mean?

Congressman Mark didn't dwell on this, you are right.

"You can see that, right? That bastard didn't even think about keeping the team."

Mo Wen, who was washing his hands, nodded.

"Originally, this kind of thing doesn't require the participation of a congressman, but I may be one of the few Sonics fans in the current parliament who has watched the game since childhood. I don't want to see him move the Sonics operation away, you know?"

"I'm actually quite grateful to you. The team didn't perform well in the past two years. To be honest, I didn't go to watch the games very often. But when you came, especially after the last game, I saw my son cheering in front of the TV. I felt like I was back to being a fan, and even my body looked a lot younger."

"I drove past several basketball courts this morning. Places that were previously deserted are now occupied by children. The running and jumping full of youthful spirit makes every parent happy."

"Although I know the time is a bit short, I still want to ask you, do you like this city?"

"I can't give you a definite answer because there is still a long time to go, but I can tell you for sure that I don't like going to that small city over there." Mo Wen said with a smile.

It doesn’t matter if you reveal that you don’t like going to small cities. Who among the young and rich people would be willing to go to a dull small city?
No moral principle can hold him hostage with this excuse.

"Hahaha, I like your honesty, that's enough."

"Try hard, believe me, as long as you can give the fans hope and bring honor to the city, I can't guarantee that we can build a new arena, but just renovating the KeyArena is not a difficult problem." Congressman Mark made a "if only" promise out of habit or sincerity, not sure.

"Excuse me, how much money did the city government give to the Seahawks next door this year?" Mo Wen asked thoughtfully.

"3200 million US dollars. But this is only for this year. According to the project plan, the total municipal subsidy is about 1.4 million. However, the bulk of the project funding is still from Paul, and the municipal subsidy only accounts for 35%."

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. From this perspective, the Seattle municipal government is not really poor. It just depends on whether you are worth investing in.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Wen suddenly had a good idea.

"I have an idea. I think we can make a bet."

"What are you betting on?" Congressman Mark smelled a conspiracy.

"Just gamble on the municipal renovation grant."

"Stop joking. This is not something you and I can decide." Congressman Mark smiled and shook his head.

"You can treat it as a joke, or you can treat it as a proposal. You can discuss it later. I'm just a player, so I have no right to be involved in this matter." Mo Wen said the disclaimer calmly.

"Okay, tell me, what do you think?" Mark suddenly became interested.

"The Sonics haven't played at home this year, so we're using home wins and losses as the stakes. Every time we defend a home game, the city will add $20 to the renovation fund. If we lose, $10 will be deducted."

"That's a bit too little." Mark reacted immediately. There are only 41 home games in the NBA regular season, and even if they win all of them, it's only 820 million US dollars.

If you say this is a bonus for the players, then it is not a small amount, but to renovate the stadium, it is just a drop in the bucket.

The Knicks spent $3.22 million to renovate Madison Square Garden, so this amount of money is not enough to paint the exterior walls of the arena white.

"I haven't finished yet. If we make it to the playoffs, the amount in the fund will double. If we win the first round of the playoffs, it will double. If we win the second round, it will double. It will double every time we win until we are eliminated or win the championship."

Mo Wen snapped his fingers every time he said double. After he finished speaking, Congressman Mark stood still as if he was hypnotized.

"..."

"If you win all your regular season home games and win the championship..."

"2.624 million dollars." Mo Wen had already calculated it just now.

"It seems crazy but it is actually very feasible. You are such a genius." Congressman Mark looked at Mo Wen in amazement. Why did God favor him so much and gave him such a strong body and such a smart brain?

2.624 million US dollars is a big gimmick. This should be the largest amount of bet besides lottery, but people who understand basketball know that this is just an unrealistic fantasy.

He thought about the home winning percentage of normal strong teams in the NBA, and then calculated the multiple after the Supersonics reached the Western Conference Finals. After rounding it off, it seemed that the amount was not much higher than the subsidy for the Seahawks this year, so it was acceptable for the municipal government to give it.

This is based on the scenario of reaching the Western Conference Finals, which only happens in dreams.

If unfortunately the Supersonics are eliminated early in the first round of the playoffs, then there would be no problem in giving some money to the beggar to get rid of him.

He knew that Mo Wen was very strong, but dragging a team that didn't make the playoffs last season to the Western Conference Finals was almost the limit.

If we can really make it to the finals, the amount given will be reasonable.

Winning the championship...his CPU isn't advanced enough to that point yet.

"I'll take the bet. I'll try to convince them, but you have to be prepared. The hardest person to convince might be your boss. After all, if the stadium is really renovated, it might be very difficult for him to leave."

Mark said with some hesitation.

"It doesn't matter. No matter whether he accepts it or not, as long as you have filed it, it means you have shown your sincerity. The responsibility will be back on him, and David (Stern) will not stand on his side." Mo Wen raised the corner of his mouth. He could not avoid the blatant conspiracy.

"It's a pity that you can't be a player with your brain." Mark smiled and patted Mo Wen on the back. "But don't be too happy too soon. Proposals that may involve large investments must be put to a public referendum."

Mo Wen smiled indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter. Everything is up to us. At most, we can just treat it as a joke."

"Hey, where are you going? Aren't you going back to the meeting room?" Seeing Mo Wen walking towards another path, Mark called him.

"That's not my battlefield. My task now is to win the home opener for the fans the day after tomorrow. So, I'll leave it to you, Mr. Congressman." Mo Wen turned around and waved his hand.

Whether the bet just now became a newspaper headline or an entertainment joke in a basketball magazine, it did not hinder his determination to win the opening game.

"What an irresponsible and impolite guy. Next time you see me, don't call me Congressman. My name is Mark Austin." Mark also waved at Mo Wen.

He thought about the bet that Mo Wen had just mentioned, and then thought about how to convince the people accompanying him and the parliament's questioning.

As for Bennett, just as Mo Wen said, he can either commit the crime obediently or leave a record. There is no need to worry too much about him.

……

11 month 6 number.

Several gunshots in the Eastern Conference shocked the league. At three in the morning, Stephen Jackson and three other teammates were hanging out in a nightclub when they had an argument with local gang members. In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, Stephen Jackson chose to run away, but who would have thought that they would meet a group of tough guys who followed them out and attempted a real-life Need for Speed.

But Jackson, fearless in the face of danger, simply pulled out his gun and used "A to QAA" to successfully repel the enemy, but according to local laws, he also successfully obtained a one-way ticket from the police station.

But compared to the legitimate news about the NBA star holding the ball and shooting the bird, a piece of news in the Northwest region is more eye-catching.

A plane from Phoenix landed, and the group found the chartered car waiting for them without much difficulty.

Just when everyone was preparing to close their eyes and rest to digest the fatigue of the flight.

Barbosa, who was sitting in the front row, let out a strange cry.

“Oh my god, 2.6 million!”

The group looked in his direction in surprise.

A big, bold headline was printed on the front page of the newspaper.

“2.6 million! The Seattle Municipal Government may sign the largest bet agreement in sports history with the SuperSonics!”

　I went back to my hometown for the New Year, so I was less on the road today. In the next seven days until the third day of the New Year, my output will be reduced to 3K a day to ensure survival. I will maintain the current update frequency, and will resume the normal update rhythm on the fourth day. By then, I will try my best to reduce the number of chapters to 5K a day.

　　
　
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