You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 146 You Little Clever Ghost

"Mo, do you want to play?"

Buckley asked with a smile.

Mo Mengchen said flatly, "I didn't bring any money."

Barkley took out a small stack of checks from his mountain of checks and gave it to Mo Mengchen: "I'll lend it to you. I'm not as stingy as some black bald man."

Jordan looked weird.

Although Barkley didn't name them, there aren't many dark and bald people here.

Stackhouse and Marbury didn't understand the situation. They originally wanted to isolate Mo Mengchen, but they didn't expect him to sit next to the most important group of people in a blink of an eye without even saying hello.

"What kind of ecstasy soup did this bastard give these old guys?" Stackhouse hated secretly.

Pippen turned over the card Lucy gave him, smiled and said, "I like this card!"

He who laughs first doesn't always laugh last, Scott.

A veteran player like Jordan knows some little secrets about big cards. Even if his cards are very good, extremely good, he will try his best to hold back unless he can't help it.

"Well, I advise you all not to bet against me, or I will let you go back to the hotel naked!" Once the old hooligan's aura opened up, everyone on the scene looked over.

Barkley didn't even want any cards, and just said: "This guy is firing empty guns, don't pay attention to him!"

Blank the cannon?Not necessarily.

Mo Mengchen glanced at his cards.

The first card can't explain anything yet, they need to continue to deal cards.

However, Jordan casually took out a check for 5000 yuan and said, "Who wants to follow?"

"You're so bald, I don't see how generous you are when you give tips!" Barkley scolded.

Pippen was not frightened by Jordan, and backhanded a check for 5000 yuan: "Sorry, there are no brothers in the poker game, so I followed."

"Damn it!"

Barkley felt that these two men were crazy.

Kevin Johnson, who was on the sidelines, joked: "It's so funny, the two guys who give the most stingy tips in the NBA happen to be the two most generous people at the poker table."

Mo Mengchen looked at his cards. Barkley had borrowed him a total of [-] checks. He didn't want to waste it. He quickly calculated in his mind the probability of getting a good card and how good a card would be to beat Pippen and Jordan.

In the end, he gave up on it.

"Mo, you can't give up!" Barkley originally thought that Mo Mengchen was as stubborn as him.

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "Chuck, it's not a loss if you lose first."

"How do you know you won't come back?" Barkley asked.

If you lend me [-] in one go, I can consider playing with the heartbeat, but you, a stingy fat man, just give me [-].

"I don't have many chips, so I need to save a little bit." Mo Mengchen said.

"Fuck, are you worried about this?" Buckley took out a stack of checks: "What are you worried about? I'll lend you as much as you want!"

Praise the fat man!

Barkley is undoubtedly the most generous man in the NBA, I take my words back.

"Since you gave up, come and help me find out, these two Chicago bastards are together!" Barkley asked for help in person.

Jordan and Pippen didn't care either, what could Mo Mengchen do if he had a good card in hand?
After Barkley called, Lucy dealt.

"Wow!" Barkley beamed with joy.

Seeing it, Mo Mengchen wanted to give his pig's head a big stick.

On the contrary, after Pippen and Jordan got the second card, their expressions changed to varying degrees.

That's definitely not a good change.

They drew a bad card.

"Ahaha! You are dead, you better give up now!"

The old-fashioned stick has its own way of dealing with the old-fashioned stick, and Jordan began to bluff people with his momentum.

Pippen didn't have the guts, that's why he could only be the second child. He didn't take any risks when he saw a bad card.

Mo, what do you think? asked Barkley.

Jordan's eyes were like lightning, as if he wanted to lock Mo Mengchen.

He knew that Mo Mengchen had seen through his tricks, his eyes meant "tell me the fuck?"

"What do you think of your card?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley praised: "Absolutely the best!"

"Then why ask? Do you believe in yourself or others when you play?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"I believe in myself!" After finishing speaking, Barkley rolled out [-] chips, "Come on, bald man, let's have fun together! Let's see who is more ruthless!"

After the words fell, Barkley showed his muscles in both hands and accidentally exposed his cards.

Jordan never showed weakness in his life, unless he was really inferior.

The old rascal dropped his cards and Barkley was the eventual winner.

"Ahahaha~~~!"

Barkley had never won such a big hand, he put his arms around Mo Mengchen and shouted: "You are a clever little ghost, I don't think you should stop playing cards, just give me advice next to you! Don't return this chip , as my reward!"

"Mo. I'll give you [-] chips, and you come to my side."

Pippen spoke.

"You country bumpkin, don't do this!" Barkley grabbed Mo Mengchen's arm, no matter whether he accepted it or not, he couldn't leave his side, "This guy is covered by me!"

What is this doing?
"Is this guy that likable?" Anfernee Hardaway asked.

Likeable?So this word can be used on Mo Mengchen?

One word came to Hill's mind: bitch love.

This is a group of mentally abnormal old hooligans. It's normal to like this bitch, right?He hasn't said a few words today.
The game lasted until midnight, Jordan and Pippen lost all their underwear, Barkley made a lot of money, and Mo Mengchen followed suit.

"Fuck you, play your own game next time!" Jordan was unhappy with the loss, and made such a rule before breaking up.

Barkley was grinning, and dragged Mo Mengchen to the pool to brag.

"This bald man loses to me every day. I think he will lose the AJ brand sooner or later!" Barkley laughed.

"Losing every day? Not necessarily," Mo Mengchen was used to piercing the hearts of others, especially his friends. "He won the finals in 93."

The fat man's laughter faltered.

Jordan and Pippen laughed and walked away.

"Why are you still dismantling my platform?" Buckley said bitterly.

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "I will dismantle your platform first, and Michael will have nothing to dismantle. Do you think it is more embarrassing if I take the initiative to mention this matter, or does Michael use this matter to mock you and make you lose your interest?" Embarrassment?"

When Barkley heard this, he felt so reasonable.

"You're a genius!" Barkley said emphatically, "Absolute genius!"

When he said this, Jordan Pippen relieved his anger and stepped down. Although Barkley felt harsh, it didn't hurt.

If it is Jordan, Barkley has to set up a duel with him.

"You see things so clearly, so tell me, what should I do next?" Barkley asked.

Asked suddenly, Mo Mengchen knew what he was asking but still asked back: "Take a nap."

"Who asked you this? I want to ask you, what do I do after the Olympics? You know I'm a free agent, right?" Barkley said.

No matter how calm Mo Mengchen was, his heart beat faster.

Every word should be weighed carefully.

He can use Barkley's favor towards him to win over this veteran superstar who can still fight, but is his arrival good or bad for the Pistons?
"I believe you have a strong enough team behind you to advise you." Mo Mengchen said.

Barkley snorted, "Those birdmen are nothing!"

"They are professionals after all."

Maybe Barkley just wants to hear Mo Mengchen say "I want to play with you", but Mo Mengchen really doesn't think clearly now.

In his original plan, Barkley did not exist.

He knows which players who enter the NBA in the future can become talents, and he can plan ahead and create an invincible team for himself, which is why he wants to reach out to the management.

Barkley is old now and will gradually decline in the future. If he joins the Pistons, how will the team arrange him.

He can still start in the first year, but in the next few years, is he willing to accept the bench?
"What are you thinking?" Barkley asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "This question is a bit difficult for me. My answer is that I don't know, at least not now."

"I don't know? Then you should know that your general manager has called me a dozen times in the past few days and told me how much you all want me?"

I know this.

Mo Mengchen thought.

Because Collins made a deal that the outside world can't understand, and now Mo Mengchen can't understand it, it has caused a lot of criticism. If he doesn't do anything in the free market, his next job will be under great pressure.

Moreover, the Pistons' management is not monolithic.

Even the coaching staff had a lot of personnel changes during the offseason.

The joining of Dura Electric has caused slight changes in the distribution of the upper camps. There are also rumors that Shannon Poser wants to acquire part of the shares of the Pistons in his own name.

Although it is just a rumor, many media have photographed Poser approaching Dan McNeil, who owns 14% of the Pistons.

"I've heard it, what do you think?" Mo Mengchen asked back.

Barkley snorted softly: "I have no problem with your head coach. I just think he is farting. I would like to hear your opinion. Do you think I am suitable for you?"

Does he fit?
It is undoubtedly suitable at present. The team needs a scoring point inside. Even if Barkley's defense is not good, his offense is still star-level.

"Chuck, summer is still long, don't worry, why don't you let me check your knees, don't you keep saying that you feel a little uncomfortable?" Mo Mengchen interrupted the topic.

Barkley raised his fat leg and said: "Then help me to see, this knee feels like a bomb is installed, I don't know when it will explode."

Mo Mengchen raised Barkley's knee and asked, "Do you feel something is wrong?"

"A little sour?"

"No, not this." Mo Mengchen pressed the button.

"To hell with him!"

Barkley cursed in pain.

"Are my knees going to fail?" Barkley asked.

"Not at all, but you may not be able to compete in the Olympics." Mo Mengchen said.

Barkley didn't expect it to be so serious: "Really?"

Mo Mengchen raised his eyes and said, "I don't make such jokes."

(End of this chapter)