The toughest man in the NBA

Chapter 208 Killing You Stinky Nike
Bloodbathed the Eagles, the Suns won 24 consecutive victories, and a new NBA winning streak was born.

Also, no one thought it was the final record.

The sun is too dark!

After the game, Tu Man did not participate in the press conference.

Although he set an NBA record for blocked shots in a single game, he neither gave money nor made meat, which was not attractive to Tu Man...

The reason why he covered so many hats is simply because he is not happy to see scum.

Even watching the whole eagle with it is uncomfortable——

It's an eagle scum!
But he didn't attend the press conference because he was called away by Sister Tao's serial killings.

Two hours ago, Adidas announced:
Completed the signing with Derek Rose. This endorsement contract is worth 2.5 million US dollars and lasts for 13 years!
This allowed Rose to surpass Kobe and James in an instant, supporting the ceiling of the highest endorsement fee for NBA players. How could Sister Tao, who was negotiating at the same time, not be jealous?
"Little bastard, come back and sign the contract!"

Sister Tao was a little out of breath.

She originally wanted to use Adidas to put pressure on Nike, but Adidas guessed her true intention and immediately signed with Rose!

It's hard to negotiate now.

Nike is the only sneaker dealer who has the sincerity to eat Tuman.

The others are excited when they hear the basic salary, but when they look at the reward terms, they run faster than rabbits...

Tu Man said helplessly:

"Sister Tao, we're going to Milwaukee next game, so you're just kidding, how come No. 8 is back, and while I'm selected as an All-Star, you can raise the price even more!"

Sister Tao aired:

"Don't mention the All-Stars, I will get angry if you mention it!"

Tu Man asked suspiciously:

"What's wrong, I've already been voted king, are you not happy?"

Sister Tao was so angry that her voice trembled a little:
"You don't know those profiteers who promised to be selected as an All-Star and give a reward of 500 million. As soon as the voting results were announced, they immediately repented and said that the basic annual salary would be increased by 300 million, and the All-Star reward would be fine. After all, you will definitely be selected in the next few years..."

Tu Man was also angry, you guys are too brave to treat the ticket king like this!
After thinking about it, he replied:

"Sister Tao, tell them that if they don't agree to our request before the All-Star Weekend, then we can talk about it next year!"

Sister Tao called:

"Stinky boy, do you have a grudge against Qian?"

Tu Man calmly said:

"Sister Tao, go talk about car endorsement, and find some beer or something, anyway, you can't give these shoe sellers any good looks!"

Sister Tao realized in an instant that she was a fan of the authorities and was fooled by Nike.

This is a seller's market!
giggled and said:

"You're so smart, you deserve to be my son!"

"Hang up, wood..."

On February 2, the Suns drank deer blood again in an away game.

Yi Jianlian was not fed intensively. This kind of revenge drama is good once, and it will become tacky if there are more, and it is easy to recruit gangsters...

Back in Phoenix, Sister Tao really sent Nike away.

Even without a contract, Tu Man was happy and leisurely.

He drove a big pickup truck to guard outside Phoenix Christian Middle School, the flowers in the car were all wilted, and Li Qing'er didn't come out...

I ran to ask Li Yizhen again, only to find out that this girl has returned to China!
"It's really no fate!"

Li Yizhen was lying on the rocking chair, talking heartlessly, her smiling eyes were gone.

The angry Tu Man drank his new tea with a "gudong, gudong".

U-turn and leave!

Faintly heard Li Yizhen's exasperated voice:

"The cow chews the peony, wastes everything..."

On February 2, the Suns slaughtered the Rockets again at home.

Yao Ming, Yi Jianlian and Nash didn't play much. After expanding the lead, the stage was handed over to the substitute lineup.

Only Tu Man was tirelessly blocking shots. Every time he blocked, the US Airways Center Arena was like flying a Galaxy strategic transport plane!

Everyone thought Tu Man was there to interact with the fans, but he was the only one whispering:

"Block your stinky Nike..."

On February 2, the Suns beat the Kings away.

Tu Man's good friend, big cousin, has made great progress this season, and is already considered a first-class center forward. Now he can score on average:
21.5 points, 11 rebounds, 1.6 assists, 1.5 steals, 1.2 block.

It's just that he is still as irritable as ever, always sending himself away.

Of course, this is an exception.

At the beginning, Tu Man praised him:
"Cousin, you played really well this season, much better than that kid Blake!"

Cousins ​​immediately burst into laughter, and then said with a frowning face:

"It's a pity that those coaches are blind, and the All-Stars didn't choose me!"

Tu Man laughed and said:

"Who told you to play badly?"

Cousins ​​thought for a while, and suddenly didn't want to say anything sad.

If he is more beautiful than Griffin, the guy who flies and plays, he really can't compare, not to mention that he can't jump that high, and the key is that no one passes the lob!

Tu Man is persuasive and persuasive:

"Cousin, do I play beautifully?"

Cousins ​​exaggeratedly exclaimed:

"You can be called beautiful? You are simply—too beautiful!"

Tu Man asked again:

"Do you know why?"

Cousins ​​said:

"It's not easy, because you are a big pervert!"

Tu Man shook his head:
"You only see the appearance, a great center must learn to see the essence through the appearance!"

Cousins ​​wondered:

"What essence?"

Tu Man said solemnly:
"For us centers, the most important thing is not to train our chest muscles, but to find a good point guard."

Cousins ​​was dubious and squeezed his chest muscles.

Tu Man said again:

"For example, I have Nash by my side, and Paul by Blake's side. We play so well. Like Dwight, he has good chest muscles. Unfortunately, he doesn't have a good point guard, so he can only be a blue-collar player..."

Cousins' little brain was racing.

Seems to be the case?

At the same time, another important question comes to mind:

"Tu Man, I'm not the general manager, how can I be so good that I choose point guard?"

Tu Manyu said earnestly:

"Cousin, that's the crux of the matter. You make friends with good point guards, take them to clubs, give them the hottest chicks. And then, like James, flick him over, or flick yourself over...  "

Cousins' eyes brightened:
"I'll go, is there such an operation?"

Tu Man nodded:
"That's right, how do you think the Big Three of the Heat and the Big Three of the Green Army came from?"

It took Cousins ​​a full halftime to digest the problem.

He was always thoughtful, silent, and looked like a thinker.

Tu Man felt embarrassed for him.

What an anxious little brain!

In the fourth quarter, Cousins ​​finally came to his senses.

Say to Tuman:

"I seem to understand!"

He laughed loudly as he spoke, as if he had a well-thought-out plan, and I have the world.

Before Tu Man had time to ask him "what do you want to understand", he saw Cousins ​​approaching Dragic with a wretched smile, and said furtively:
"Golan, I think you have beautiful features. After the game, I will take you to the nightclub, find the hottest girl, drink the strongest wine, smoke the thickest cigar..."

Tu Man slapped his forehead:
Poor Dragic, what have I done?

(End of this chapter)