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Chapter 184 Who is Isaiah?
Bird told Louie to "fart as fast as he can". The problem is that Louie doesn't like to fart in public, he likes to go to the restaurant to "fart".

So, after confirming that Louis was going to treat, Bird agreed to go to the restaurant.

"A dozen Heinekens."

When they arrived at the restaurant, Bird asked for beer first, no matter what Louis ordered.

"A dozen? Even if you don't want to go back, I still want to go back!" Louis never drank and drove.

"You misunderstood me." Louis was horrified to find that Bird's sense of shame was still there?

Then he heard something even more terrifying.

Bird orders a dozen beers not to drink, but to take away.

Louis gritted his teeth angrily, "If you fucking drink up here, it's fine, pack it? You bought a box of things that you don't finish eating in the restaurant, and use my money to pack it for yourself?"

Louie was sure there was no man he'd ever met who was more calculating, more economical, and more goddamn taking advantage than that bastard Byrd.

Seeing Louis's gloomy face, he said without shame: "If you don't know people from our town of Frankilik yet, you can get to know them well now."

"You mean there's a town of bastards besides you?" Louie asked.

"That's right!" The emotion he shouldn't have appeared on Bird's face, pride. "The folks in Frankie Rick are as thrifty as I am."

"Brother, do you want me to remind you that you make $60 a year and have been paid for 4 years?"

"To be precise, it is 65." Bird asked incomprehensibly: "Also, according to what you mean, if you have money, you have to spend it lavishly? Is it wrong for me to save some money?"

"You save your money smartly and spend mine like crazy?" Louie asked. "So, you want to see me go broke?"

Bird replied with a face of course: "You are the one who wants to treat. Don't you have to give guests a quota every time you treat?"

If Bird treats guests, Louis has no doubt that he will limit the amount of treats to a number that he can accept, but it is difficult for the invited people to accept.

In the end, he decided not to fuss about it any more.

No matter how much money it costs, that is, the matter of spending a few hundred dollars more, money is a trivial matter compared with what he is going to talk about next.

Just as Louie was about to get down to business, the waiter brought Bird's dozen Heinekens and Louie's two Cokes.

"How much can you run errands for me?" Bird asked.

The waiter said, "For a $10 tip, I can do everything for you."

Byrd pushed a dozen [-]-ups over to the waiter and "charged the bill to this gentleman."

"TMD $10 you too"

Bird said as a matter of course: "If you want to treat guests, please go to the end."

Suddenly, the waiter, who had been short-circuited for a while, felt that Bird looked familiar.

He took a few serious glances and asked, "Are you Larry Bird?"

"Waiter, such a stingy bastard big white guy, how many more are there in Boston?"

"Are you Coach Lu?"

Bird said with a smile: "How many Chinese are there in Boston with such low quality and generous hands?"

The waiter yelled, asked for an autograph, and waived Bird's tip money.

Hearing that his name had saved Louis 10 dollars, he glanced at Louis proudly.

That look seemed to have made a great contribution.

Thank you, I saved you $10 alive!
Before the waiter left, he said to Byrd: "Those who compare Elvin Johnson to you are really stupid. You are much better than that guy. It may be more than ten times!"

"He wouldn't even call that man a magician." Louie laughed amusedly.

Byrd shook his head and smiled bitterly. Judging from his reaction, there are not a few people who have said similar words to him.

Before the food was served, Byrd reached for the two bottles of Coke in front of Louie.

"What are you doing?!"

Louis put away two bottles of Coke at the speed of light.

"You won't be so stingy, will you?" Byrd complained, "I have to drive, I can't drink, you bought me a dozen beers, how about buying me a bottle of spermicide?"

At this time, Louis, abhorring Bird's various behaviors of taking advantage of others, and the mania brought about by the instinct of protecting food, almost swallowed Bird alive: "If you dare to touch my Coke with your hand full of bird feathers, I will chop it off!"

With the cutlery already in place, Byrd decided not to take any chances.

He asked the waiter to order a drink that was ten times more expensive than Coke.

"You bastard, I really want to kill you!" Louie was sharpening the plate with a knife and fork.

Bird said lightly: "Congratulations, you finally feel the way I feel about you. I have enough motivation and anger just like you, but unfortunately, like me, you don't have the courage to put it into practice."

"Damn it, you're right!" Louie's career has only just started. Although Bird can be buried here with the future of the Celtics, he has to take part in it himself. Well, forget it, spare Bird's life.

Look, he's already begging me for mercy with his eyes.

The dishes are here.

This time it was another waiter.

He recognized Byrd at a glance: "Larry, I don't like to hear people compare you with a magician. That kid is just a flashy idiot. He has Karim by his side. Who else is by your side?"

Bird did not respond to the fan.

That person inadvertently said what Louis wanted to say in a special way.

"Wow, it sounds like you are the best player in history." Louie laughed sarcastically. "I'm sure there is no other player who can go 35 wins and 4 losses with a group of 'mediocre teammates' except you."

"Stop it." Byrd said angrily.

"Larry, I call you the best in history, do you dare to agree?"

"Stop disgusting me with such things!"

Louis asked with a smile, "Since you find this incident disgusting, why don't you refute it when others say that?"

"Why should I refute?"

"Because you feel sick."

"Correction, it was after you suddenly became like a leper that you can't talk well, and I feel sick."

"If I'm wrong, why do you feel sick?" Louis pressed, "Try to refute me?"

When the food came, it was another waiter.

Just as he was about to kneel and lick Bird, he let Louis blow him away.

"If you still want to smear the magician and praise the man next to me by stepping on it, then you'd better disappear now." Louis said unkindly.

The waiter slipped away timidly.

Byrd asked back: "You think what he said is wrong?"

"You mean, to exalt you by belittling magicians?"

"if not?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, in my heart, you're not a Magician-level player."

Hearing this, anger appeared in Byrd's eyes.

That was when Louie blatantly called him a redneck during the season, and he only bled from shame.

The anger this time is different from the shameful anger after being called by an insulting title, but the anger of resentment, dissatisfaction, and dissatisfaction caused by hearing someone say that the strength of his most valued competitor is superior to his own. .

"There is nothing you can do if you are not convinced. He beat you once in college, and won two championships after entering the NBA." Louis said impeccably, "He beat you in college openly, and he has one more NBA championship than you. He is better than you. You have nothing to be dissatisfied with. Of course, if you think that he has Kareem by his side, and you are surrounded by 'only' Isiah, Ralph, Bill, John, Cedric. These trashes are not enough to help you, then I'm very willing to change my opinion."

Bird immediately countered: "I never think so."

Louis saw Byrd's eyes drooping, looking like he was savoring the food seriously.

"So, the next time someone says that Magic's teammates are better than you, so they are more successful than you, do you know what to say?" Louie asked.

Afterwards, they ate their dinner in eerie silence.

When checking out, the person at the cashier encouraged Bird: "Larry, even if the magician has the old guy Karim, we believe you can beat them!"

Under the influence of public opinion, the duel between Bird and Magician 2.0 seems to have become an urgent matter.

The media continued to publicize the grievances between the black and white duo, the history of the Lakers and the Celtics, and the fans quickly got into the drama.

Louis only occasionally came out to dinner with Bird and met four fans with a strong sense of substitution.

How many Birds did you meet on weekdays?

At this time, when someone said the magician and Kareem again, he raised his eyes and said angrily: "Fuck Kareem, so what if he has Kareem? I also have Isiah and Ralph! They are much better than Kareem, you better remember this!"

Byrd left angrily.

The cashier checked Louie in confusion and asked, "Who is Isiah?"

Oh my God
Louie suddenly understood Thomas a little bit.

(End of this chapter)