You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 181 The Dazzling Star and the Candle in the Wind
"Boy, why don't you ask me to do such a big thing? I'll do it with you!"

Barkley heard the noise Mo Mengchen made in the training hall, and was so excited that he almost stood up and turned his second-degree sprained ankle into a third-degree sprain.

Thank goodness he's not that stupid.

Barkley's excited look made Mo Mengchen's heart skip a beat.

"It was an accident, I didn't expect this to happen."

Mo Mengchen came back early, and Barkley, who was recuperating at home, heard about this incident, and rushed over excitedly, wanting to know the whole story.

Mo Mengchen couldn't imagine how he climbed so many stairs with crutches, and it was dangerous when he thought about it. If one center is not controlled, it is not a second-degree sprain or a third-degree sprain.

"Then tell me what's going on."

Fatty likes to hear this kind of thing. When he was young, he was also a thorn in the side. Fighting with his teammates and quarreling with the coach were all common things.

Oddly enough, he seldom had actual hostility with people.

Mo Mengchen told what happened.

After hearing this, Barkley concluded: "Why do I feel that what you are doing is a bit unethical?"

Mo Mengchen asked: "Where is it not authentic?"

"This incident is clearly Doug's fault. Without his permission, how dare Zina brag like that? Why are you targeting her instead of Doug? She is innocent!"

Barkley said it aloud, as if it would be heard by Zina McClain, who was gorgeous and had a terrifyingly large ass.

"Even if you shout your throat out, the beautiful female teaching assistant can't hear your voice."

Mo Mengchen exposed his little thoughts at once.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm a family man, I'm not right about this matter!"

The fat man's righteous words made Mo Mengchen almost believe his nonsense, if you really don't have other thoughts, why do you dodge your eyes?

"Since I know she's doing it at Doug's behest, why can't I know that if I shoot her, Doug will speak up for her?"

Mo Mengchen asked back.

This sentence stopped Barkley, and he stared blankly at Mo Mengchen.

"It doesn't matter who I target, I just don't want things off the court to affect us, that's the bottom line."

For this reason, Mo Mengchen asked Patton and Little Dura to do one thing for him each.

Parton confided in the media, while Dura Jr. directly poured dirty water on the team's top management.

Collins must have been devastated by now.

"You are really insidious. Is there any problem that you can't explain clearly? Why do you have to make all these twists and turns? I'm most annoyed by people like you who play tricks. The world is not beautiful because of people like you."

While Buckley said this, he was eating a delicious dinner, and those who didn't know thought he didn't care about food at home.

"If everything could be resolved through dialogue, there wouldn't be so many countries on the earth. We should be a unified federation." Mo Mengchen filled himself with half a bowl of white rice.

Barkley ate meat, chewing while eating, his mouth was full of oil, and he was still talking: "But we are playing basketball, not politicians, why should we have so many scheming?"

"Really? I heard that when you played the finals against the Bulls in 93, Michael gave you a gift. Do you think there is any scheming in it?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley murmured, "What kind of scheming can there be? We are brothers, what's wrong with him buying me a small gift?"

"Oh? Then when he scored a key goal against you, did you think of the little gift he gave you while defending, so you showed mercy?"

"No! Are you doubting my professionalism? How is this possible?"

I believe you are to blame.

Mo Mengchen snorted softly: "If not, how did Michael manage to score with 100 kg at least 120 kg at the time, and still cause a foul? Didn't you think you could use it when you knelt on the ground and regretted it?" More power foul? Why wasn't it done then? Why?"

"Didn't you remember for a moment the precious little gift he gave you a few days ago?"

"no!"

Barkley denied it completely. He did regret it at the time, and he did think that he could foul with greater strength, but he really didn't think of any gift.

"Call it what you want, maybe you didn't, but that's Michael's scheming, when he comes at you with the ball, he's 100% sure that you won't kill him, because he gave you one the other day. Gift, whether you think so or not, he must have such an idea, even if you are really merciless, he has confidently scored a fatal goal on your head through such psychological hints."

Mo Mengchen stirred the clear soup and continued: "This is scheming. There will be a championship every year, and every championship is full of intrigues. No champion is pure and pure. This may explain why you have played for so many years. Not a single ring."

Listen, that's Buckley's heartbroken voice.

"So what? I'm happy as long as I'm happy, and the ring can't prove my full value."

"But the ring is the measure of greatness."

"Speaking nicely, do you have a ring? You know what a great ass, you bastard second grader!"

"Don't worry, before you retire, I will lead you to win the ring, and I promise not to let you become the uncrowned king." Mo Mengchen said confidently.

"I bother!"

The fat man was a little annoyed: "It's me who will take you to win the ring, it's me!"

Maybe, if there's some place in Detroit where there's a big eater contest and whoever wins gets a big eater ring, I'll take you there.

I believe you will lead me to win the eater ring, I have no doubts about it, fat man.

News of the friction between Collins and the players quickly swept through Detroit, and then every basketball fan knew about it.

"Is Doug Collins insane?"

The article detailed the friction that had ensued, and it contained details that led Collins to believe there was a mole among them.

He locked Jones at once, and he must have disclosed these things to the media.

What makes him angry is that he knows that Jones has revealed this matter, but he has no evidence, and he has to deal with this matter now.

Just one day.

The president of basketball operations, his nemesis Graham Cena, called to order him to calm down the matter.

After more than ten minutes, Senna's immediate boss, the chief executive officer Sayu Rao, who is under one person and over ten thousand people, asked him to solve the matter within a day with an undeniable tone.

Little Dura poured a pot of dirty water, and Collins' image at the top became worse and worse.

Shannon Poser was also making waves for the event the next day.

She now holds shares in two large groups, one is a 14% stake in the Pistons.Compared with the shares of another company she holds, it’s like playing house. Everyone thought she was joking, until she announced not long ago that Mo Mengchen and Hill would become Corunna International Michigan Spokesperson for the state.

What kind of treatment is that?
Mo Mengchen and Hill can only be regarded as well-known sports figures in Michigan, and Corunner used to look for spokespersons who were all benchmark stars in each state.

Poser's "deeply concerned" attitude on the phone, hoping that Mo Mengchen and Hill would not have any "negative emotions" implicitly because of this, shocked the top management of the Pistons.

Collins got a death order.

The war was over as soon as it started.

The next afternoon, before training begins.

Collins stood in front of everyone and said: "First of all, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday."

"We lost the game and I'm in a bad mood, which as a manager should not be done."

Collins was expressionless, and no one felt his apology. He was more like a student who wanted to complete his homework, and there was a sense of businesslike machinery in his words.

However, it is already a terrible thing to force a coach with a dual job to say such a thing.

Afterwards, Zina McClane also apologized to the players: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made bad calls in order to improve the quality of the match."

The coaches are done apologizing and it's time for the players.

"I also apologize for what happened yesterday. My behavior was a bit extreme. I just hope that I can train normally. Maybe, as the coach said, we lost in a hurry."

Mo Mengchen looked at Collins and McClane with a smile.

In the eyes of Collins, Mo Mengchen is no longer that young man who was reborn as a phoenix.

He is no longer.

He is like Jordan back then, wanting to control everything about the team.

What disturbed him was that he was more terrifying than the original Jordan.

No matter how important Jordan is, he can't beat Jerry Krause, and Krause is just a general manager.

Now he is both the general manager and the head coach, but he can't hold back Mo Mengchen who has just joined the team for two years.

Mo Mengchen took the initiative to stop training yesterday, except for Donny Boyce, all other players went with him;

Then there was the phone call from the senior management last night, which really scared Collins into a cold sweat. He was fidgeting and tossing and turning.

He couldn't imagine that Mo Mengchen had such influence in Detroit in less than two years.

Later, Hill and Dumars also apologized.

Collins accepted their apology with a nod, and practice continued as if nothing had happened.

The only one who felt the change was Donnie Boyce, who was on the wrong team.

Until now, no one has greeted him, he is like a transparent person.

All contact with him was cut off, and he took refuge in Collins, but Collins could not help him in this matter.

At the end of the day, he's just a small, dispensable role that Collins would rather have Kenny Smith play than use him in garbage time.

For a small role like him, once on the wrong team, the price is to fade out of the team.

Also a rookie at level 95, a star as dazzling as a shining star, who raised his arms and called out hundreds of people to respond; the other was as dim as a candle in the wind, practicing alone and no one answered.

　Thanks to sevenTen for the reward

　　
　
(End of this chapter)