Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 444 A Friend

Who are you?
For a moment, Levi strongly doubted whether he still had face blindness, because none of the three people in front of him were James Dolan.

Unless Dolan secretly went to Los Angeles to change his head, Levi was very sure and certain that the three people in the VIP room were not Dolan.

Levi became alert immediately.

Could it be an ambush?
This didn't make sense. Why would Dolan ambush him? Why would the New York Knicks ambush him? Why would a professional basketball team ambush a football player? And outside when there were crowds of people?
However, Levi still sounded the alarm.

However, this was only a brief second. The moment Levi entered the VIP room, the one wearing a neat black three-piece suit stood up among the three people in front of him and welcomed him with a smile.

In such occasions, the lower the status and the less confident one is, the more emphasis one places on the rules of dressing, meticulously displaying a perfect posture, and trying to equip one's dignity with famous brands or designs by famous designers. On the contrary, those who truly possess confidence and strength appear relaxed and casual, and do not worry about their position even if they are wearing only a T-shirt and jeans.

Of course, if you go to a higher level and enter the world of aristocracy, where status, tradition, and glory that cannot be bought with money play a more important role, the situation will be reversed again and a different story will be written.

At this moment, those who are dressed the neatest, most expensively and brightest are the first to come out.

"Levi, we finally meet..."

blah blah blah.

This was followed by a series of self-introductions, as well as eloquent compliments and praises; but Levi's attention had already turned to the two people behind.

The middle-aged man standing slightly in front looked more relaxed and at ease. If I was not mistaken, he should be the one with the final say.

He looks to be over 50 years old, but the wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes do not make him look old, but instead add a bit of elegance. With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he can be said to be a university professor. His short golden brown hair is combed back smoothly and neatly. Although his hairline is receding, his thick and neat hair still shows the temperament of years.

Compared with the other two people, although he was also dressed in a suit and shirt, he seemed much more relaxed. His tie was not tightly tied, and the buttons of his coat and vest were open. His slightly flushed cheeks were completely relaxed, and there was no sense of tension in the muscle lines of his shoulders and arms.

Noticing Levi's gaze, the elegant man didn't mind at all. He raised the champagne glass in his hand to gesture, with a slight smile on his lips.

This scene fell into the eyes of the New York Knicks public relations officer in front, but he didn't mind. He exchanged a few words naturally and then changed the subject.

"Levi, this is John, a friend."

Li Wei raised his eyebrows slightly:
John?

That's it?

No last name, no position, and no unnecessary additional introduction.

So, what is James Dolan planning?
John still looked as calm as a rock and smiled, "Levi, welcome home. Ha, I'm probably not the first New Yorker to welcome you home."

A detail:
He calls himself a New York citizen, not a New Yorker.

For a long time, Levi believed that all New Yorkers called themselves New Yorkers. This was a fashionable name and they should be proud of it. There was even a magazine called "The New Yorker" that had been selling well.

Only after truly traveling through time and integrating the original owner's memories did Levi know the truth:

New Yorkers don’t like the name “New Yorker”, and one can even say they hate it.

"New Yorker" is a term for travelers with a kind of literary and romantic fantasy. Outsiders who stay in New York for a short period of time paint those unrealistic beautiful fantasies in this city, as if this is the place where dreams are born, just like the "American Dream".

But the real native residents living in New York or the residents who have settled in the city for a long time know that "New Yorker" is more like a fiction and mockery of the city, and no one would call themselves a New Yorker.

One word can distinguish the identity and position of this New York resident.

However, Levi did not show it on the surface.

Spreading his hands and imitating the posture of rap, "Love, the world is full of love." This little joke that comes to mind effortlessly makes the atmosphere relaxed.

John's eyes flashed with a smile, but his words inadvertently revealed a sharp edge, "So, this is why you high-fived your enemy during the game?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Levi didn't expect that the little episode between him and Curry would have a follow-up, but he didn't know whether the media and netizens would continue to make a fuss about it.

Levi was not panicked. "Enemy?" He shook his head gently. "For the weak, competitive sports are about winning and losing. Any factor that hinders one's victory is an enemy. But for the strong, competitive sports are about challenges and breakthroughs. The only enemy is oneself. The division of things should not be so simple and crude."

Whether it was netizens or John, Levi was not worried about their provocative attacks. To him, these topics were just a drop in the bucket.

However, not everyone is like Levi.

As soon as the words came out, the two people next to him immediately became nervous. They looked at John first, wanting to say something but stopping themselves, and their palms were sweating and their knees were weak.

Obviously, Levi's words were meant to criticize John as a "weak man".

This is not good. This is really not good.

Instead, John, as the person involved, showed an excited look, "You should know that such a view will not sell tickets, right? Victory is the only way to sell tickets."

"Haha." Levi laughed out loud.

John, "Oh, you don't approve?"

Levi waved his hand. "My point is that New York never needs to worry about attendance. NBA, NFL, NHL, MLB, there is no shortage of markets in New York. New York can build a galactico like Real Madrid, but this city has never tried it. What's the reason?"

John refused to speak, instead looking at Levi, patiently waiting for an answer.

Levi didn't keep it a secret, "Because New York is not some upstart place."

Just as John refuses to call himself a New Yorker, it is clear that he is not a nouveau riche.

"Victory is important, but the culture, heritage and spirit of a team are more important. These things that have been passed down for a hundred years have become a brand."

"The last time the Dallas Cowboys won two consecutive playoff games was in 1995, but this does not prevent them from still being the team with the most fans in North America, and even in the world."

"I believe Jerry Jones never had to worry about selling tickets."

Jerry Jones, owner of the Dallas Cowboys, is also one of the most notorious and unreasonable owners in the league.

none of them.

Light, simple, yet right to the point.

Sure enough, John showed a curious expression. He did not respond immediately. After thinking about it for a moment, the tense atmosphere relaxed quietly.

However, just when he was about to relax, John came back and looked at Levi with curiosity.

"So, are you comparing me to Jerry Jones?"

"Besides, you think I'm not as good as him?"

(End of this chapter)