Chicago 1990

The first thousand two hundred and eighty-five chapters of contact with Gaudi

"When I retired for the first time, Phil Jackson was a coach. But I think even if he is still a coach this season, it will be difficult for me. I already feel the challenge in my heart, ahhh..."

Jordan was halfway through his retirement speech. He suddenly took a cold breath while covering the wound with his hand. He grinned his teeth, and slowly, he looked at Song Ya who was sitting in the player's bench, shook his head and smiled bitterly and ridiculed himself: "Aplus just made me laugh. Think of Carl."

"Hahaha!" Karl Malone is the leading power forward of the Bulls' old rival Jazz. He is known for his iron elbows. The audience burst into laughter.

Song Ya smiled heartlessly, nodding her head to accept the evaluation, and applauded.

He knew that his elbow and Karl Malone were completely incomparable in weight, and the thickness of his arms was countless laps away. "Hey, this old guy can bear it, and he can survive until the end of the ceremony. How can I say? Do you need to visit this brother?" He turned off the TV and asked Hayden next to him.

"Jordan's agent, David Falke, said no, they don't want the incident of the broken rib to be exposed." Hayden replied.

"Oh?"

Song Ya thought for a while and asked, "I don't understand. Why did he choose to stay with the Bulls after he retired? The conflict with the manager Klaus was so deep that the Bulls didn't try their best to build momentum for him during yesterday's retirement ceremony..."

"It is rumored that he wants to replace Klaus as the manager of the Bulls and buy a small share as a minority shareholder, so Klaus hates him."

Hayden explained: "It is said that after he retired for the first time, the Bulls owner Rainsdorf had promised these conditions in order to persuade him to come back to play. We, William Morris, are not sure about the matter between the two of Rainsdorf."

"That's it."

Jordan and David Falke are quite capable of keeping secrets, Song Ya nodded and lost his mind. Rainsdorf, he knows, is the owner of the NBA Chicago Bulls and Major League Baseball Chicago White Sox. He was a real estate developer in his early years. Now he concentrates on running these two top clubs. At the same time, he is also the determination of Chicago Mayor Daly Jr. supporter.

"Hahaha..."

He asked Hayden to change to the videotape of yesterday's game, fast forward to the critical moment, and the two of them had fun before they watched it.

"Aplus got the ball, he seems tired..."

The commentator spoke quickly, "There are two and a half minutes left in the game, and the red team leads by five points."

It was quite interesting to watch the situation from God’s perspective. In the picture, I was sweating, my skin was shiny, and there were sweat drops on my chin. I leaned over and picked up the ball rolling on the floor with both hands. Then I was confronted by the two. Mi-05's'retired old man' blocked the way to the basket.

In fact, now that the old man's defensive strength was not too strong, he stood in front of him, waving his arms and waving, that's all.

But Song Ya still remembered how she felt at the time, desperate, as if a wall had risen in front of him, so after looking up to find Pippen and unsuccessful, he used his left foot as the axis and turned around 180 degrees with the ball.

The old man made physical contact immediately, pressing his body against his back.

"Hey! Here! Pass!"

Boss Miller ran over clearly, raised his hands to ask for the ball, almost the distance from hand to hand, and the shout was clear on the TV broadcast.

Why didn't I see it or heard it? Song Ya was quite puzzled. In the picture, he still only cared about the old man behind his ass. His expression management had already lost control. He hugged the ball tightly with a sullen expression and continued to turn around to find his way.

Boss Miller had to take the defensive player and ran for another half circle to find a comfortable receiving position.

I was really dizzy at the time, and Song Ya felt a little ashamed as she watched the scene go around.

"Aplus is a bit confused, this level of fierce confrontation is still too reluctant for him." The professional commentary also saw it clearly.

'Snapped! ’

Here, Jordan looked at the opportunity and slapped the ball between his hands from top to bottom. The ball fell from his stomach to his thigh, and he was stuck with his hands and thighs to keep it from being broken. .

Jordan watched the show, and hugged the ball with his two big hands, and then yanked it outwards.

Pippen, who was defending him, also rushed over, and there were others who rushed into a ball, and didn't know how many hands were pressing on the basketball.

At that time, I was completely stunned, and I had only one thought in my mind, that is, I must hug the ball back, and my elbows also began to subconsciously set up like a porcupine with exploded hair.

With great strength, Jordan brought his upper body to the side of his body and staggered his forehead against his shoulder, "Ah!" Unexpectedly, he was stimulated by this, and his mentality had completely collapsed. His facial features were twisted and he gritted his teeth. , Frantically desperately trying to regain control of the ball from left to right, the strong body he was proud of in the past is like a precarious boat among a group of professional muscle clubs.

According to this development, he was sentenced to a scramble, but his elbow has hit several people in such a crowded situation. Jordan's left rib hit his right elbow the strongest.

'beep! The referee blew the whistle, Jordan covered the injury with a pained expression, first bent over, and then felt unable to sit on the floor slowly, and then lay down.

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"At this time, you immediately care about him, and you have a better perception of the audience." Hayden said when he saw this.

"Hmph, you are not on the court."

Song Yaxin said that you don't know how difficult I am. In the picture, you are quite proud of yourself. While opening your mouth and panting, you show off the trophy you are still in hand: basketball, without even looking at Jordan on the ground.

The referee made a foul penalty. He hit the basketball to the referee. His mouth was burning like fire. He only wanted to drink water as soon as possible. He turned his head and looked at Jordan who was lying on the ground on the way to the muffler.

"That's it, staring at the TV station, the scene of my dunk must be included in the best editing of the star game."

He turned off the TV and ordered Hayden, "Oh right, what did Irv Gaudi say?"

Hayden had been sent to negotiate with Gaudi before. The business matter was important. Little Daley Hikari attacked Peter to wake him up. Since the other roads are unworkable, there is no need to delay it.

"According to your instructions, I contacted him on the grounds of cooperating against Lyle Cohen, the president of defjam."

After all, you can't come up and say that you want defjam's real account book to deal with the Bronfman family. Hayden can be trusted, and it can be reassuring to do this kind of thing. He said: "Gotti is a hundred willing, but he said that his main enemy now is the bragging father. I hope we are willing to make a deal with him on this condition.

Gauti's murder record developed rapidly in Queens and was involved in crime. In the status of the New York gang rap circle, he considered himself qualified to be the first billionaire and bad boy record label born in New York, the first local rap artist. The boss brags that Dad initiated the challenge, and he has been working with jazzy before, and this time the middleman is also jazzy.

"The key is whether he can get the key information about defjam."

If you choose a friend, you choose an enemy. There is no other way. You can confuse the bragging father but can mix the Sigram Universal's ipo. Song Ya can tell which is lighter and heavier.

"Last year defjam supported the valuation by merging with some East Coast labels under Universal. This year... It is rumored that Universal wants to merge defjam and Kojima Records () again. In short, the bubble cannot be broken, and it must go in every year. Take a breath."

Hayden replied: "Gatti himself probably doesn't understand the nuances of these financial issues, but he already has a professional accounting firm to help. Murder Records is a defjam label, and Gatti has a deep internal network. They think They can get it while defjam and Kojima start talking about the merger."

"I still don't worry about such street bandits. They must first show evidence that they can trust me and vote for the name." Song Ya thought about it and ordered.

"It's the Gauti we found..." Hayden hesitated to remind.

"Don't worry, the kind of person who can get my support will probably laugh at night, as long as he gets on the line, he needs me more, not the other way around..."

Song Ya is very confident at this point. Even in New York, his energy is a few blocks away from the bragging father, not to mention the rising challenger Gauti, "Have you warned him?"

"Of course, he knows how serious the consequences of playing with big mouths in this matter will be." Hayden nodded.

"Jazzy is just a middleman. Don't let him participate in core affairs. You and Gaudi are one-on-one."

"Understood, that's what I did."

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"Well, come with me."

The two went out and took the elevator downstairs to the gym of a+ records.

"I won't run! I want to go back to New York!"

The ex-wife was copying her hands, standing on a large treadmill and losing her temper. The black aunt Linda and the choreographer Anne Fletcher watched from left to right and refused to let her down, "Mimi, today's task has not been completed yet..." Linda Advise her.

"I'm exhausted! Don't run!" She wanted to come down, but Linda stopped.

"Huh!" Song Ya snorted coldly, and went over to press the switch of the treadmill domineeringly.

The running belt below rolled up again, and the ex-wife almost lost her balance and fell down. She hurriedly took hold of the handrails, her legs involuntarily followed the exercise, "aplus! You are personal imprisonment! Violence!" She screamed, crying, "I want to sue you. !"

"Temporarily work hard, mv can appear in the most perfect posture." Song Ya coaxed her.

"I can't hold on anymore, Ang Ang..."

She turned to beg for mercy, Song Ya was not wordy, she opened the gift box directly and leaned in front of her to show the red female bag inside, "Hey, hold on! Keep completing the task today, this is yours, lanamarks' first-generation concubine bag. Out of print limited edition..."

"..."

She stared at the bag and couldn't move it away, sniffed and stretched out her hand.

"Huh?" Song Ya withdrew, preventing her from touching it.

"Angang Wangwang..." She cried greedy, growled like a dog in her throat, continued to cry, cried and kept running honestly, staring at the bag, babbling...

"Wow! Oh woo woo woo!"

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