NBA: Back to 97, to be the Jagged Bishop

Chapter 75 Hey, That's Wrong
After the training match that afternoon, Kumbu came forward and invited the team's rotation players and old Thomas to have a dinner together.

Physiotherapist Lao Chen was also called over, after all, he was a compatriot.

When Da Zhi took out a bunch of Rolex, everyone's eyes lit up.

"Hey, the first Rolex in my life, Big Zhi, I love you so much."

"In the future, if anyone in this alliance dares to trouble you, they must first ask my fist if they agree."

Wu Sheng Jackson Minute Maid accepts Rolex.

His salary was already low, and he bought a retro Cadillac himself, so how could he have the money to buy a Rolex.

The others also smiled and thanked, no black man could refuse a Rolex.

Low-paid players like Bowen and Snow are the first Rolex in their lives.

"Thank you, young man, for the most expensive gift I have ever received."

Old Ma Hong's appearance became gentler.

He has been in the Raptors for a while, and he enjoys his life in the Raptors more and more. With such a group of young people around him, he feels ten years younger.

"Oh? The most expensive gift, when Mr. Thomas was your teammate, didn't he give you a Rolex or a luxury car?"

"He is the biggest star in the history of the Pistons. With the highest salary of the Pistons, it is impossible not to send it?"

Kong Bu asked meanly.

"Him? The only gift I remember him giving me was a sandwich."

"It's smeared with my most hated salad dressing!"

When old Ma Hong thought of this, his face was full of displeasure.

Thomas was sitting next to him, and the old man blushed when he heard this.

"Ahem, our situation was different back then, and the salary was not as exaggerated as it is now."

"And I remember, didn't Papa Chuck give you a brand-name sofa? I also paid for it, okay?"

Seeing Thomas like this, he was really afraid of old Mahon.

If others teased him like this, he would have already slapped the table and got up and scolded the street.

"It was given to me by my father. What does it have to do with you?"

Old Mahon turned his head and ignored Old Thomas directly.

"Thank you Ben."

Da Zhi gave the last watch to Da Ben.

Da Ben opened the gift box and took a look, and then looked at the wrist of Kongbu. There was no blue Rolex on it, but only the gold watch that old Thomas gave him.

He couldn't help but feel the urge to burst into tears.

It's the coach's watch, and he gave himself his own!
"Wow! Big Zhi, you are special!"

"To give Da Ben such an expensive one, at least $[-], right?"

Wu Sheng's saliva almost flowed down.

Lao Chen was next to translate for Da Zhi, Da Zhi's face was dull, he never dreamed that Kong Bu would take care of him so much.

Could it even be called doting?

After cutting the first show data, he had a calm expression, but at this moment he was short of breath, looking at Kumbu with moist eyes.

Driving a broken car that was falling apart, he gave such an expensive watch without blinking an eye.

"coach……"

Kong Bu waved his hand, signaling Dazhi not to continue talking.

Old Thomas nodded appreciatively. Judging from the watch delivery incident this time, Big Zhi has a high EQ.

With strength and high emotional intelligence, he is destined to have an unlimited future.

He has seen many strong players, but due to their low emotional intelligence, they could not integrate into the team or were spurned by the public and disappeared.

Just when he was about to say a few words of praise to Da Zhi, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Huh? That's wrong!"

"Where's mine? Where's my gift?"

Old Thomas was stunned, all the gift boxes in Dazhi's hand had been delivered, but he didn't receive them.

Kumbu laughed heartily, and old Thomas's expression now resembles Uncle Da who didn't get in the car.

"Mr. Vice President, if I remember correctly, it was you who shouted not to bribe high-level people a few days ago?"

"If the outside world finds out about you accepting Da Zhi's gift, you might gossip about it."

"I stopped what Da Zhi wanted to send."

Old Thomas stood up abruptly, and ran to Combe, trying to take off the gold watch he gave him.

"Give it back to me quickly, even if I throw it away and give it to Jordan, I can't give it to you."

Da Ben and Wu Sheng hurriedly put one arm on each other to "comfort" the demented old Thomas.

After eating until eight o'clock in the evening, the group broke up. Just as Combe wanted to leave, he was stopped by old Thomas.

When the two went to the office, there was no doubt that they had important matters to discuss.

"Kong, when I was eating just now, I went out to answer a call, and it was Ernie."

"Ernie? Which Ernie? Lottery machine?"

"You don't owe the Mafia money, do you?"

The Ernie mentioned by Comb is Ernie Gregorio, nicknamed "Lottery Machine", who had a crazy performance of 25 assists in a single game in his rookie season.

He is an Italian citizen in the United States, and this ethnic group in the old United States can more or less have something to do with the Mafia.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's fake, people will sue you, if it's true, people will trick you."

"I'm talking about Knicks general manager Ernie Grunfeld, he's talking to the Hornets about a deal that might involve us in a three-way deal."

It dawned on Comb that the general manager of the Knicks was indeed called Ernie.

"Huh? Are you negotiating a deal with the Knicks behind my back?"

"This is bloody betrayal!"

"Did they promise you something? For example, let you go to New York next season and give you a big contract?"

Combe just said casually, he knew very well that business was business, and there was no reason why old Thomas wouldn't answer Ernie's call.

Unexpectedly, old Thomas blushed.

"Wow, won't you agree with me?" Kong Bu was speechless for a moment.

He remembered that Lao Deng really went to the Knicks to make a lot of money later. Larry Brown negotiated the contract with the Knicks in the finals, and he negotiated with the old Thomas.

It's just that Lao Deng made Larry Brown miserable.

"Things are more complicated, and you don't understand if I tell you."

"I think now that Big Zhi is here, it's a waste for Camby to keep it. It's better to trade some chips."

"His transaction value is very high. Whether it is a transaction to strengthen his combat strength or trade some draft picks, it is a good deal."

Kong Bu shook his head resolutely, "No, absolutely not."

"Even if you tell me that the target of the trade is another team, I can still consider it."

"The three-way deal is likely to end with Camby being sent to the Knicks. How does he face those old ghosts in the locker room?"

"What's the difference between that and murder?"

"Stop flirting with Nix behind my back in the future, let outsiders know, how can I meet people?"

Kumbu also knew that the arrival of Big Zhi would greatly affect Camby.

But no matter what, Canby can't be sent to the fire pit.

Old Thomas looked at Kong Bu with a dull face. How could he hear what he meant, he looked like an old lady who stole people outside?
The owner, Bitov, told him cryptically that the team's trades and lineup adjustments were all up to Kumbu. Since Konbu never agreed, the deal would have to fall through.

"By the way, is there any news from Boston?"

"For example, they want to sell this year's Tanhua?"

Comb has always been thinking about Billups. Although Snow is good, after all, he lacks a lot of offensive firepower and is not as balanced as Billups at his peak.

"There is such a thing, they also contacted me."

"But I rejected it. What a joke, a scandal-ridden player with poor strength wants to replace Snow and Camby."

When old Thomas said this, his face was full of pride, as if he had done something great.

"What? They contacted you?"

Kung Bu was going crazy, he was thinking about it day and night, but it turned out to be messed up?

"Contact them quickly, this deal can be negotiated."

"Forget it, I'll contact you myself!"

After finishing speaking, Kong Bu left the office quickly.

"Crazy, this guy doesn't really want to change, does he?"

"God, what the hell did I do, why did I run into this crazy kid."

Old Thomas slumped on the office chair powerlessly, and sighed.

(End of this chapter)