You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 404
The East and West division final matchup map is gradually released.

The West is the Jazz vs. the Lakers, and the East is the Pistons vs. the Bulls.

It's a battle between four 60-win teams.

The Pistons won 63 wins, the first in the league, and the Jazz 62 wins. Because they double-killed the Bulls in the regular season, they ranked second in the league. The Bulls also won 62 wins and third in the league. .

This season, there have been a total of five 60-win teams, 3 of which are in the West. The Sonics also won 61 games. Start the duel of 60-win teams in advance.

However, this duel was not as fierce as everyone had imagined. The Lakers solved the Sonics in five games.

Their momentum is so fierce, under the leadership of O'Neal, who is gradually becoming mature, everyone is optimistic that they will defeat the Utah Jazz, who has gathered a bunch of old, weak, sick and disabled, and should have been eliminated by the times.

The new king versus the old emperor, this is the script everyone wants to see.

The outside world is so optimistic about the Lakers, Mo Mengchen handed over a sum of money to Aaron Bennett in Henry Ford with great fanfare, and asked him to gamble on the Western Conference Finals.

"10 all-in for the Lakers to be swept?"

"If this wins"

"I know, a net profit of 600 million, I calculated." Mo Mengchen said, "Go."

Bennett secretly thought it's a pity, then the fucking Lakers, how could they be swept away by the Jazz?Look down on O'Neill or what?Are the four All-Stars kidding you?
Sir who is there?
A Malone who keeps losing the chain at critical moments, a stockton who has no athletic ability, and a Hornacek who can barely watch but can count on him to "do what?"
Bennett thought from the bottom of his heart that if his boss really had too much money and no place to put it, he could give him the money as a bonus, and he would not refuse.

"Are you sure, Mo?" Bennett couldn't help but feel pain when he saw the check in his hand.

Mo Mengchen said: "I won't bet with your money, why are you hesitating?"

"I'm worried that your money will be wasted"

"Don't worry, it's just a little pocket money."

That's ok, with $10 in change, Bennett left directly.

"Mo, what were you doing just now?" Buckley asked.

Fatty has nothing else to do all day long, but curiosity. If his training attitude is as serious as asking for gossip, maybe 93 will have ended the myth of Jordan.

"I asked my assistant to help me gamble."

According to Barkley, Mo Mengchen told a joke.

Gambling? Dor.Mo?How could this guy bet on football?
"Haha, but the joke isn't very funny, Mo, you're past your prime," Barkley said. "You should know I'm talking about your ability to tell jokes."

Fatty think I'm telling a joke?

Mo Mengchen is very willing to let the big guys follow him to make a fortune, so the question is, how much saliva will he have to waste to convince this group of people that the young and vigorous 61-win Lakers will be swept away by the old and faded 62-win Jazz?

If it wasn't for the fact that Mo Mengchen really didn't remember the exact score, he could even earn him 1000 million through this round of the series.

It's a pity that there is no way. He just understands this period of history, but he doesn't understand it in detail. He has never been a Lakers fan, and he has no feeling for violent traditional centers like O'Neal.

So he didn't know that the Lakers would be slaughtered by the Jazz for 35 points in the first game of the Western Conference Finals.

The old man's Jazz team, which was unanimously considered vulnerable, completely defeated the new generation of forces headed by O'Neal in the Western Conference Finals.

"Aren't you serious?" Barkley's face was full of disbelief, but Mo Mengchen didn't look like he was joking.

Mo Mengchen said: "I'm serious. I gave my assistant a check of 10 yuan and asked him to place bets for me."

"What bet?"

"One hundred thousand, bet the Jazz sweep the Lakers."

Mo Mengchen walked to Barkley's side with a smile, and patted his belly, which was becoming more and more like a pregnant woman: "How is it? Do you want to make a fortune with me?"

With a smile on his face, "Hehe, I believe you, I'm just out of my mind", and took three steps back in a row: "If you're either out of your mind, or you have too much money to put it, you have to save some money for retirement, and you can't expect your children to grow up." Ah, you know, the kids of great players like me are usually trash."

Your girl's butt looks greener than blue, are you sure it's trash?
Don't get me wrong, Mo Mengchen is not interested in Buckley's daughter.

"If you don't want to take this opportunity to make a fortune, you can help me spread the word. I believe someone will be willing to follow me and prove that your retreat is the second worst decision in your life." Mo Mengchen said.

Barkley asked: "Dare you ask me what was the worst decision in my life?"

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?" Mo Mengchen smiled, and Barkley immediately shook his head.

The ghost knows how many poisonous words are hidden in this poisonous mouth, for the sake of a good mood for the next whole day, it is better not to listen.

Barkley admits to being cowardly, and Mo Mengchen doesn't want to push people too far, so he asks him to help him with publicity, to see how many gamblers in the team are not afraid of death.

With the outside world overwhelmingly propagating that the Lakers will advance to the finals, betting [-] on the Jazz to sweep the Lakers will definitely be regarded as a lunatic.

The less optimistic the outside world is, the higher the odds will be. After Mo Mengchen calculated last night, he could make a net profit of 600 million, but tonight, the odds may double.

Swept, no one believed the Lakers would be swept.

In terms of strength, the Lakers shouldn't be swept away. The reason is actually precisely O'Neal, who has been favored by the outside world.

He has endless potential and ability, and he is already recognized as the player with the strongest hard power in the league.

Although Jordan is No.1 in the league, the player who has the greatest influence on the game is already O'Neal.

This feeling is like the 8788 season. Jordan won the double first team, scoring champion, DPDY, MVP at the same time, hard power, and his influence on the game is already No. 1 in the league. Germany.

O'Neal has the ability to destroy the game, but it's a pity that he doesn't have the ambition to destroy the game, especially when facing difficulties.

As one of the few players in history, the number of times he was swept out in the playoffs can be described as shocking.

The news that Mo Mengchen bet [-] on the Lakers being swept by the Jazz soon spread among the team, and everyone agreed that he had too much money and didn't feel comfortable spending it.

Only one person bets along.

That man's name was Louis M. Lore, and as we all know, he was Mo Mengchen's horse boy.

Of course, he himself did not want to hear others say that.

"How much did you bet?" Mo Mengchen asked curiously.

Luo Er said without blushing and panting, "10."

"?"

A big question mark appeared on Mo Mengchen's face.

Loll’s annual salary in the first season was 20, 25 in the second season, and 30 this season. After deducting taxes, the salary may be less than half. After deducting some living expenses, the 10 may be It is his only deposit.

"How dare you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Lol smiled and said, "You won't take us to lose money, will you?"

"Do you believe the Lakers will be swept by the Jazz?"

"I don't believe it. I would have sneered at anyone who told me this except you," Lore said, "but I believe you."

Trust from people on the fringes, it's really nice to have someone like that on the team.

Mo Mengchen believes that because of his existence, Loll will become a figure similar to Spurs Bonner. He will not receive too much salary, but as long as Mo Mengchen is on the team for a day, the Pistons will have Loll's position.

"Wait to count the money, lucky Louis." Mo Mengchen said confidently.

Lore asked curiously, "How much money will I make?"

Mo Mengchen asked him back: "How much is Grant's annual salary this year?"

"585 million." These low-level marginalized people are very sensitive to numbers. Mo Mengchen believes that he has memorized everyone's annual salary. He has a salary table for the Pistons in his mind, which may be higher than the statisticians of the management. detailed.

Mo Mengchen told him clearly: "If the odds remain the same last night, the money you earn will be 15 more than Grant's annual salary."

"Wow~~~!"

Lol opened his mouth wide, his face full of shock.

"Before tonight's fight, the odds will continue to rise, so this number is no longer accurate." Mo Mengchen smiled softly.

What Lore did was puzzling. Everyone thought he was just trying to curry favor with Mo Mengchen, but the price was too high.

One hundred thousand, this is a number that makes Barkley turn around and run away when he hears it, but the man who leads the third-to-last salary in the team decisively bets.

"Maybe your hopes will be dashed tonight," Barkley said.

Because the Western Conference Finals will start tonight.

"Do you dare to bet?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley asked, "What bet?"

"Bet on the Jazz tonight."

"How much to bet?"

"One hundred thousand."

"Cunning guy, I won't be fooled, [-] is fine." Barkley said stingingly.

Mo Mengchen said with disdain: "How dare you dislike Michael's stinginess?"

"FUCK, you are wasting money. Does it have anything to do with being stingy? If you donate it to a welfare organization, let alone 20, it will be [-]." Give!"

Well, it's time to start a Dor.Mo foundation.

On the day the foundation was established, Mo Mengchen had to bring paper and a pen to threaten Barkley to sign a check for 20 yuan on the spot.

This was a game that had nothing to do with the Pistons, because Mo Mengchen and Lore were involved in gambling, and the whole team paid a lot of attention to the game.

Thus, the first game of the Western Conference Finals began.

112 is better than 77
The 6 Jazz scored in double figures, Malone scored 29+10, and used a massacre to completely shut up those who looked down on them, and also made the entire Pistons clenched their fists.

No way?
Sweep?

Will it really happen?

(End of this chapter)