Super All-round Sports System

Morey stood where he was and stayed for a while. Then he walked slowly towards the office building.

When he got to the office building, he saw Gordon of the Rockets coming out of the building.

Morey glanced at Gordon. He was waiting for Gordon to say hello to himself.

However, unexpectedly, Gordon also glanced at Morey, quickly turned his head, and made a cold hum in his nose.

Murray frowned. He squeezed out a smile and said, "Eric, I don't understand why you treat me like this. Anyway, I've brought you a big contract."

"Ha ha!" Gordon sneered.

"Daryl, so you think you're still my benefactor, don't you?" Gordon said.

"No, I don't think so. I just think we used to have a good relationship, didn't we?" said Morey.

"No! I never think I have a good relationship with you. You are a ruthless guy! I think you have no humanity. You only have data and your bullshit analysis in your eyes! Bah! What are you! Think about how you treat Anthony! Players are not human in your eyes! None of us like you! You know yourself a little!" Gordon said.

That's very important.

Make Morey buzzing.

He never dreamed that Gordon would say that about himself.

He always thought he was popular with the Rockets!

Unexpectedly, he was like shit in the eyes of Rockets players.

Morey shook his head and walked into the office building.

At this moment, his heart was like a dead ash.

The blow was too big for him to accept.

Gordon watched Morey go upstairs. He pointed his middle finger at moreby and spat again.

Special!

Gordon would be surprised if he liked Morey!

If it weren't for Morey, Gordon would be able to sign a shoe endorsement contract with Chinese sports brands!

It was Murray who spoiled the business so that Gordon didn't know how much money he made less.

Morey went up the stairs. He wanted to go to the boss's office on the second floor and talk to fieldita again.

At the door of fertita's office, Morey raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

But no one answered inside the door.

Moreleng paused, and he knocked again.

Still no one answered.

Just then the door of the next office opened.

A woman looked out at Morey, smiled and said, "Daryl, are you looking for the boss?"

"Yes." Morey nodded.

"The boss is not in today, but he told me to help you with your resignation procedures." the female secretary said.

"Oh, didn't Mr. fieldita tell you anything else?" asked Morey.

"Yes! He didn't say anything else, just hope you can leave as soon as possible, and your work will be handed over to your assistant," said the female secretary.

Morey sighed.

The boss is really heartless!

Don't even give yourself a chance to have a last interview.

Morey knew that he couldn't get anything back.

He walked back to his office, where his assistant had been waiting to hand him over.

The assistant smiled and looked very happy.

"Daryl, I'm really sorry. I got up early in the morning and heard that you were leaving. But seriously, it's okay for you to leave. Now the Rockets are in a mess. It's time to clean up. It's also time for me to show my skills." the assistant rubbed his hands and said.

"You can't do my job well, sir. Trust me, you don't have that ability," said Morey.

"It's just your own opinion! As long as you give me a chance, I can do the job well. Don't look down on others. Daryl," said the assistant.

The handover was done quickly.

After the handover, Morey wants to visit his old subordinates.

Some of you have worked together for many years. It's time to leave. How can you say goodbye?

But the assistant stopped him: "Sir, it's really unnecessary. Everyone doesn't want to see you. In fact, everyone has been expecting you to leave."

"But after all, we have been colleagues for many years. Don't we even have any feelings?" Morey said.

"Have you ever talked about feelings with everyone?" the assistant asked.

Morey was dumbfounded.

Looking back on his more than ten years in the Rockets, his style of behavior is indeed very cold. He has never shown a gentle and amiable side to his subordinates.

Up to now, he has to leave, and no one is sorry.

"OK, I see."

Morey said sadly. He went to the financial settlement and went downstairs with his belongings.

Along the way, I met several people. No one greeted him or even looked at him more.

He went downstairs to his car and found that his car had been painted with words: Son of a bitch!

"Fark! Who did it?" Morey finally became angry and scolded upstairs.

No one responded.

"You've gone too far! You're so angry! This is falling into a well!" roared Murray.

"Zizi -"

Someone upstairs was watering him with a water gun.

Directly into his face.

Morey wiped it with his hand and found it was excrement yellow and smelly.

Is this shit in the urine?

He hurried into his car, did not dare to stay, and drove away whistling.

This day is definitely the most miserable day for Morey.

No one!

But when Wang Fei woke up, the sun had shone into the room.

Liu Meijuan has got up and is busy in her room.

Wang Fei grabbed his mobile phone and looked through his Facebook.

He saw a private letter sent to him by Eric Gordon.

It seems to have just been sent a few minutes ago.

Opening the private letter, Wang Fei saw Mo Lei standing next to a graffiti car, with a yellow face and a mess.

"Wang, Morey has gone through the resignation procedures. No one asked him to stay. On the contrary, many people applauded the result. This was a gift given to him when he left."

Wang Fei looked at this picture and was a little embarrassed.

Is Morey miserable?

Did someone throw shit on you before you left?

It stinks when you think about it.

He looked through the news again.

Good media reported on Morey's dismissal.

"If Morey leaves sadly, can the Rockets regain the favor of the Chinese market?"

"The boots fell to the ground, Morey was fired, and fertita finally couldn't stand it anymore"

"No one asked to stay. Did Morey deserve to be fired?"

"Can Morey's dismissal stop the rockets from falling into the abyss?"

Such news is really overwhelming!

Wang Fei opened it and turned it over. No media sympathized with Morey.

After all, the Rockets are really miserable now. There are few sponsors. The market is shrinking and the revenue is decreasing sharply, which makes the boss of fieldita unbearable.

NBA bosses are not charity, they also need to make money! If you can't make money, but want to lose money, no one will do this business.

From this point of view, it is the wisest choice to drive Morey.

No one can stop the boss from firing an incompetent general manager.

Wang Fei opened his Baidu Post Bar again.

The post bar is also talking about Morey's dismissal.

"Great joy! The culprit has finally gone!"

"The rocket boss can really bear it. After so long and losing so much money, he finally understands a problem: Morey is the scourge of the rocket!"

"Ha ha! I'm so happy. Morey's gone! Now, the Rockets game should be able to continue to watch in China?"

"When Morey leaves the Rockets, Wang Fei can attend the Jersey retirement ceremony held by the Rockets for him without scruples."

"How nice! After waiting so long, I finally saw the pig go away."

"What a pity! Wang Fei has refused to participate in the Jersey retirement ceremony held by the Rockets for him. I don't know if fieldita will be angry and decide not to retire Wang Fei's Jersey."

After reading the post bar, Wang Fei read the microblog again.

At first glance, he found that Morey's dismissal was hotly searched on microblog.

And his "Wang Fei Jersey Lakers retired" is now the first hot search on microblog.

He opened his microblog.

Hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to send a message to comment on Morey's departure from the Rockets.

Later, I thought that such a comment was not appropriate, and it was easy to annoy some people on the US side.

He is now an international sports superstar. Many people watch his every move.

Forget it.

Wang Fei sent a microblog: at 8:50 tomorrow morning, my jersey retirement ceremony will be held at Staples stadium. Welcome to watch! In addition, Rockets owner Mr. fieldita has also decided to retire My No. 99 shirt. I will inform you when it will be held.

On this microblog, Wang Fei also attached a short video of himself, that is, making faces at the screen.

Anyway, it's just to interact with fans, send some messages, and then send some photos and videos. These are all routine operations.

Send out this microblog, and Liu Meijuan has come to the bedside.

She sat by the bed, reached out and touched Wang Fei's face and said, "it's more than 9 a.m. when do you get up?"

"It's rare to have a rest and sleep in. I'll lie down and play with my cell phone," Wang Fei said.

"I heard that there are a lot of your beautiful fans outside the hotel. They also pulled banners and hope you can return to the NBA. Don't you interact with the female fans? They all look like gourd bodies and are very popular!" Liu Meijuan squeezed her eyes and said.

"I don't like that figure, but you are the best with my heart." Wang Fei grabbed Liu Meijuan's thin waist and said with a smile.

"Really?" of course.

"Hee hee! Don't you feel sorry that you only sleep with one woman in your life? Oh! Maybe you've slept a lot behind your back." Liu Meijuan said with a smile.

Wang Fei shrugged helplessly: "sister, it seems that you still don't believe I'm single-minded!"

"Giggle! I believe it! You are single-minded, but the girls are enthusiastic. I'm afraid you can't resist their pink attack." Liu Meijuan said.

They were talking when a bell rang outside the door.