You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 830 Perfect Man
After the game with the Kings, the Pistons have no schedule for the next three days.

The next day, the Pistons returned to Detroit by special plane.

After the game last night, Adelman took the initiative to ask the management to resign.

"It was a tough decision."

While the Kings would love for Adelman and his Princeton to disappear from Sacramento right now, the surface work needs to be done.

They were very embarrassed, very reluctant to look like Adelman.

"Rick is a great head coach."

The head coach who led McGrady, Nowitzki, and Peja to a nine-game losing streak is really great.

"We like him, love him, and everyone hopes that he will stay in Saskatchewan forever."

Obviously, Adelman is hated, hated, Sacramento from top to bottom, everyone wants him to pack up and leave immediately, never to appear again, lest the stars in the team see this person and make a fuss Ten consecutive losses.

"As such, we have given careful consideration to Rick's application."

Mo Mengchen bet they didn't even think about it, such a matter can be decided by patting their thighs.

"We have decided to accept Rick's application, he is a great coach and wish him all the best in his future life."

This sentence, Mo Mengchen reluctantly thought that they were sincere.

However, this press conference did not say who the next head coach will be at the end.

"We don't have a firm name yet, but we'll have an answer soon."

"Until the new head coach takes office, the team will be temporarily taken over by an assistant coach."

Mo Mengchen is concerned about the king's personnel changes, because this is a team that can do things as long as they are united.

McGrady was at his peak this season and next, and before injuries knocked him out, he was a superstar who could challenge Penny and Hill.

Nowitzki will also enter the ranks of superstars from this season.

At the same time in the previous life, McGrady led the Magic to struggle in the first round, while Nowitzki led the Mavericks to struggle in the second round.

These are two superstars who can lead the team to the playoffs alone. Now they are in the same team, and with the help of Peja and Divac, they will definitely become a force that is difficult to ignore.

Even now it's hard to move your eyes away-a ten-game losing streak can really blind everyone's eyes.

Next, Mo Mengchen will pay close attention to the king's dynamics.

It is not difficult for them to find a good coach. Although there is a lot of mess, the team is fine. As long as you prove that you have a correct attitude, you can win. There are not a few coaches who are willing to take over. After all, this is a team with the potential to compete for the championship. , Reaching the conference finals last season has proved its strength.

Then came the top priority today—at least for Mo Mengchen.

The Steak Master branch in Detroit's Narrow neighborhood opened today.

Ever since Mo Mengchen tasted the sweetness of being a chef, he has been brewing this matter, and now it happened naturally.

Steak God's branch, the restaurant under the name of Dor.Mo, if you are lucky enough, you may taste the food cooked by Dor.Mo himself.

On the first day of opening the store, Mo Mengchen invited his teammates to join him.

If it wasn't for his strength that prevented him from keeping a low profile, he wouldn't want to make a big fuss.

His teammates came, as did some who hadn't been invited.

For example, Charles Barkley, who has already moved out of Detroit.

"Listen to me, Mo's cooking skills are better than his golf skills!" Barkley muttered loudly in the restaurant.

Mo Mengchen held Socrates in his arms, stared at Buckley vigilantly and said, "People who come without invitation can't eat and drink for nothing."

"Why do I still need this little money?" Barkley rolled his eyes, "You and Michael are getting more and more like each other!"

"Like?" Mo Mengchen looked strange, "I'm pretty sure I won't retire three times in a row and come back."

Jordan made a comeback decision in the Wizards. For this reason, he abandoned the team shares sent by the Wizards owner, and also gave up the position of general manager. Le trained as his successor.

It is understood that Chandler recently quietly consulted a psychiatrist and was discovered by the capital media. Jordan even made fun of Chandler in public when he was training in the team.

Jordan's comeback did bring extra attention to the league. Fans who don't have a home team can watch the floor-streaming version of Jordan's game in addition to watching the Pistons.

This kind of enthusiasm is limited, and young people will spend their own money for the childhood god, but soon, when they find that the omnipotent man is no longer miraculous, the freshness and enthusiasm will disappear.

Jordan's second comeback is embarrassing for his fans, they don't want to see such a Jordan.

In fact, most Jordan fans will deliberately ignore the Wizards of Jordan.

During his two years with the Wizards, Jordan just proved that he would be a dominant player in the 21st century.

At the age of 40, he can still average 20+ per game, score 50 points in a single game, catch up with the juniors, and make the final decision at critical moments.

that is it.

What's the point to him?

"Can we stop mentioning MJ?" Rasheed yelled from his seat, "My stomach is going to be flat!"

"Let's order." Mo Mengchen asked the waiter in the store to hand over the menu.

Hill flipped through the menu and asked, "Don't you want to cook yourself?"

Mo Mengchen said: "I will choose a few to cook for myself, there are too many of you, I can't take care of everyone."

"How about that?"

"Do you have an opinion?" Mo Mengchen glared at Tianzun who was about to make a mess.

Rashid suddenly behaved like a well-educated little princess, and he quickly found the point: "Since the steak master is here, how can we not order the sunrise steak?"

"Sunrise steak?" Curry, who was at the table with Rasheed, didn't know what kind of energy Mo Mengchen, who abused him so much that he could not survive, had power in the kitchen. He boldly asked, "Is it delicious?"

Rasheed thought of the taste of sunrise steak, and his salivary glands couldn't help but work a lot, "It's too delicious for sunrise steak."

“Better than Texas Smoked Steak?”

"Texas Smoked Steak? Is that delicious?"

Buckley, who had tasted Sunrise Steak, murmured, "Rookie, don't tell me you eat so fat, but you have never tried Mo's cooking."

Distance can produce beauty, and it can also alienate people.

Curry is not close to Mo Mengchen at all, and naturally he doesn't know the latter's cooking skills. He feels very embarrassed sitting here being molested by all the veterans.

"I'll say it again, there are too many of you, and I can only take care of a few of you. Hurry up and order. The other chefs in our restaurant are also top-notch experts." Mo Mengchen said impatiently.

So, they ordered quickly, and Mo Mengchen came to the kitchen with the menu.

"Boss, are you going to cook yourself?"

"The first rule of Steak Master's shop: Don't talk nonsense about things that are obvious at a glance."

Mo Mengchen put on the kitchen clothes, took the best position, and started to make steaks.

In order to save Mo Mengchen, most of the dishes his teammates ordered were steaks, so Mo Mengchen had to cook steaks, because they all ordered sunrise steaks, so they could be cooked together, which would save a lot of time.

Mo Mengchen was busy in the kitchen, but an unexpected visitor came to the store.

The two white men walked into the store swaggeringly, afraid that everyone would not notice them.

"Nick, it really is here. This is Dor.Mo's shop. I heard that Dor.Mo will cook for customers himself!" The one who spoke was clearly inferior to his companion.

Seeing him, everyone in the Pistons thought of a famous saying: "Smart people talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they want to say it."

This person perfectly fits the kind of idiot that Mo Mengchen said.

Pistons players may not know the 190-foot-[-] gag, but they do know the slightly shorter white man who came with him.

"So, maybe we have a lucky day today?" His companion asked softly.

"Necessary, I believe Dor.Mo will not stop cooking for us because of the conflicts between the clubs." His companion laughed, "Dor.Mo will never be so small-minded, there are so many reporters and media out there!"

Gerald Wallace asked: "Who are these two bastards?"

"Keep your voice down, aren't you afraid of death?!" Watson lowered his voice.

"Who the hell is it?" Gerald asked in a rough voice.

"I feel very familiar." Randolph Road.

Several old birds exchanged glances with each other.

"Is that person?" Lore was not sure. Although he was a well-known figure in Detroit, why did he come here?The club he played for was sworn enemies with the Pistons.

"A flaxen hairstyle."

"Super high hairline."

"Long cheeks."

"What long cheeks?" Rashid laughed. "Just say that guy has a horse's face and it's over?"

When the companion heard this, he said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Obviously, if you have such a vicious running dog as your companion when you are away from home, who else could it be?" Rasheed laughed.

"If you can't fucking speak, I can teach you to speak!" Enraged, one of the white men stood up and wanted to make intimate contact with Rashid, but was stopped by his companion.

The slightly shorter white man who was being pointed at by the Pistons slowly got up, looked at Rashid, and said, "I hope you apologize to Brandon, he is one of the best left wingers, you shouldn't Tell him so."

"I apologize to him on Rasheed's behalf." Hill laughed. "He really shouldn't have said that."

Looking at the frozen scene, Gerald asked Watson in a low voice: "Who is that horse-faced man?"

"Niklas Linterslom, they call him 'The Perfect Man'."

(End of this chapter)