Soul of the Golden State

Chapter 95 Jordan Fans
The city of Chicago is like a microcosm of a beautiful country, with towering skyscrapers and dilapidated old bungalows. It is no wonder that this is the prototype of Gotham City, because the word magic can also belong to the real world.

This southern community, which is only "separated by a wall" from those skyscrapers in Chicago, is the poorest black community in Chicago, full of poverty, chaos and danger.

A dark-skinned young man, wearing a Chicago Bulls jersey, quickly shuttled back and forth in the narrow road. Looking at his proficient skills, he knew that he did not miss a lot in these places.

Soon he came to a dilapidated house and shouted towards the roof: "Barack, Barack! Are you done? The ball game is about to start!"

At this time, a head was exposed on the roof. At this time, the young black man named Barack, although his face was disheveled, still couldn't stop him from being handsome.

Unlike other blacks, the appearance of this black man is in line with the aesthetics of other races.

In fact, for all people, beauty can cross races, which is common to all human beings, while ugliness is different and has the particularity of each race.

Barack wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the little brother on the ground: "It will be ready soon! Come and help me!"

Barack obviously has a lot of prestige. The little brother wearing the Bulls' No. 23 jersey actually came to help after hearing Barack's words.

After about a few minutes, the two finally finished the house repair work.

"Barack, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have lived in the rain every day at my age." A black old lady stood in front of the door, holding Barack's hand, and thanked him.

"You're welcome, Grandma Jennifer, this is what I should do. If you have any difficulties next time, remember to call me!" Although Barack was in a hurry, he still bid farewell to the old lady patiently.

Unlike other black street gangsters, Barack speaks in a gentle manner. If it weren't for his skin color, people wouldn't be able to tell that he was black.

"Barack, let's go!" the anxious young man urged again.

Seeing that Barack was busy, the old black lady immediately let him go, waving goodbye to him.

After leaving the old lady's house, the two immediately quickened their pace and galloped quickly on the narrow and difficult road.

Looking at Barack who was running ahead of him at this time, the young man showed a look of admiration in his eyes, yes, it was admiration.

The young man is a local. In this hopeless community, all he sees are the same people. They have no education, no goals, and muddle through. It was only when Barack came that everything changed.

It is said that Barack is a college student, who seems to have graduated from Columbia University, and later worked in a big Wall Street company, which is Wall Street!
But now he has given up his high-paying and decent job and came here alone to work as a community organizer. With a meager salary of 1.3 US dollars a year, he is doing thankless things such as improving roads, repairing houses, and coordinating labor relations. .

Although Xiaonian feels that Barack is stupid, he admires him, which is not contradictory.

Not long after, the two of them ran with all their strength, and soon arrived at the destination, a dilapidated single house.

Although it is a single house, considering the community he lives in, the house is not worth much at all. Rich people, who would put their homes here?
Knocking on the door, there were five or six blacks in the living room, two of whom were smoking leaves.

"Hi! Turner, Sanders! What did I say before? Put away your leaves!" As soon as he entered the door, Barack saw the two of them, and immediately frowned and warned.

"OK, OK!" The two were obedient, without a single rebuttal, they immediately put it away.

The young man who followed in picked up two bottles of Budweiser from the coffee table, opened them, and handed one of them to Barack.

Barack took the beer, took a sip, then took off his coat, sat on the sofa, and asked, "How is it? Has the game started?"

"Soon, I just finished the warm-up exercise!" Someone replied immediately.

"I just watched Jordan's warm-up, and I feel that he is in good shape. He has scored several goals in a row. He will definitely teach that West a lesson tonight!" You said humanely.

Speaking of West, the name immediately aroused the denunciation of everyone present. The reason why they were so disgusted with Li Weisi was precisely because of Li Weisi's improper remarks in an interview after the game the day before yesterday.

For them, Jordan is their Chicago black hero and their symbol. How could he be humiliated by a yellow-skinned rookie? It's just too irritating.

Unlike everyone else, Barack did not have this sense of identity.

The reason why he likes Jordan is that he appreciates the opponent's skills, and Li Weisi, a basketball fanatic, naturally knows that the perfect performance of this rookie makes him have a good impression of Li Weisi, not because of Li Weisi's remarks, but because of Li Weisi's remarks. Deny everything about him.

So he said: "Keep your voice down, the game has begun!"

When everyone heard his words, they immediately stopped talking and focused their attention on the TV. After the advertisement ended, the old Oakland Stadium appeared on the screen, and the familiar voice of CBS TV station, Dick Stockton, was heard on the scene. .

"Welcome everyone back to the regular season of the NBA86-87 season. This is the much-anticipated Chicago Bulls away game against the Golden State Warriors. The commentator who explained the game with my partner today is still our old friend Billy Cunningham. "

"Hello everyone! Hello audience friends! I'm Billy!" In front of the camera, two commentators in suits sat upright.

"Billy, I have to say that we are really a coincidence. I remember that the first regular season game of West's career was explained by the two of us. It has been almost a month now. Regarding his performance this month, what do you think? What kind of evaluation?"

"It's great. I believe that if West can maintain this level, he will definitely be able to win the best rookie. The current second-ranked rookie, Chuck Person, is completely incomparable with West."

"How does that compare to Jordan?" Dick asked again.

"There is no comparison at all, Dick!" Cunningham quickly explained, "Although West performed very well, Michael's performance this season is at a historical level, and he has become the most powerful contender for the MVP this season. Not a level player at all."

"Nice!" Cunningham's words aroused cheers from the crowd in front of the TV, and they all said, Billy, you know how to play football!

Different from other people's fanatical and brainless support for Jordan, Barack is worried about Jordan in his heart at this time. Although Jordan may be a stronger player, basketball is a sport of five people. Can the Bulls win this game?
(End of this chapter)