Chapter 1286

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

In the middle of Jordan's retirement speech, he suddenly covered his injury with his hand and took a cool breath. After a slow breath, he looked at Songya sitting in the player's seat and shook his head with a wry smile. He said to himself, "aplus just reminds me of Carl."

"Ha ha ha!" Karl Malone is the leading power forward of the Bulls' old rival Jazz team. He is famous for his iron elbow, and the whole audience laughed.

Song Ya also did not see the heartless bad smile, nodded to accept the evaluation, and applauded.

He knew that the weight of his elbow was not comparable to that of Karl Malone, and the thickness of his arm was countless laps less than that of his arm. "Hey, this old guy can really bear it, and he can survive until the end of the ceremony. How do I say this? Do I need to visit this brother? " He turned off the TV and asked Hayden next to him.

"Jordan's agent David Falk said no, they don't want the broken rib to be exposed." Answered Hayden.

"Oh?"

Song Ya thought about it and then asked, "I don't understand why he chose to stay in the Bulls when he retired? The contradiction with manager Klaus is so deep that the Bulls didn't try their best to build momentum for him at yesterday's retirement ceremony.... "

"It's rumored that he wants to replace Klaus as the manager of the bulls and buy some shares as a minority shareholder, so Klaus hates him very much."

Hayden explained: "it is said that after his first retirement, bull boss reinstoff promised these conditions in order to persuade him to play again. Now it's time to fulfill them. Of course, all of the above comes from the grapevine. It's between him and reinstoff. We, William Morris, are not sure. "

"I see."

Jordan and David Falk are quite secretive. Sonya nods and forgets. Rensdorf, as he knows, is the owner of the Chicago Bulls in NBA and the Chicago White Sox in major league baseball. In his early years, he was a real estate developer. Now he concentrates on running these two top clubs. At the same time, he is a firm supporter of Chicago Mayor Daley Jr.

"Ha ha ha..."

He asked Hayden to change to the video of yesterday's game, fast forward to the critical moment, and the two were happy before they saw it.

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

The commentary was quick. "There are two and a half points left in the game, and the red team is five points ahead."

It's interesting to see the situation from the perspective of God. In the picture, I'm sweating, with bright skin and sweat drops hanging on my chin. I bend over and pick up the ball rolling from the floor with my hands. Then I'm blocked by the two meter old retired man who is in the opposite position and heading for the basket.

In fact, the old man's defensive strength is not too strong now, just standing in front of him, waving his arms, that's all.

But Songya still remembers his feeling at that time. He was very desperate. It was like a wall rising in front of him. After looking for Pippen, he turned 180 degrees with his left foot as the axis.

The old man immediately made physical contact and put his body against his back.

"Hey! Here! Pass on

Bossie Miller clearly ran over and raised his hands to ask for the ball, which was almost the distance from hand to hand.

Why didn't you see it or hear it? Song Ya is very puzzled. In the picture, he still only cares about the old man behind his buttocks. His expression management has been out of control for a long time. He holds the ball tightly and continues to turn around to find a way out.

Posimer had to run another half circle with the defender to find a comfortable position to catch the ball.

At that time, I was really dizzy. Song Ya felt a little ashamed when he looked around in the picture. He was not in a tight encirclement at all.

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

"Pa!"

Here comes the chance. Jordan slapped the ball between his hands from top to bottom. The ball fell from his stomach to his thigh and was stuck with his hands and thighs to keep it intact.

Jordan saw a play, two big hands up and down also hold the ball, and then yanked out.

His Pippen also pounced on him, and other people scrambled to form a ball. I don't know how many hands he pressed on the basketball.

At that time, I was completely confused. I had only one idea in my heart, that is, I must hold the ball back. At this time, my elbows began to subconsciously set up like a porcupine with fried hair.

Jordan was very strong. He took his upper body to his side and staggered. He put his forehead on his shoulder I didn't expect that I was completely broken by this stimulation. My facial features twisted and roared. I gritted my teeth and tried hard to get back the control of the ball. My strong body, which I used to be proud of, was like a small boat among a group of professional muscle sticks.

According to this development, he was judged to fight for the ball, but in such a crowded situation, he had hit several people with his elbow. Jordan's left rib was the strongest one on his right elbow.

"Du!" The referee blew the whistle. Jordan covered the wound with a painful expression. He bent down first, then felt that he couldn't do it. He slowly sat down on the floor and then lay down."At this time, you immediately go to care about him and give more points to the audience." Hayden saw this and said.

"Hum, it's not you on the court."

Song Yaxin said that you don't know how hard I am. In the picture, he is still quite proud. He opens his mouth and gasps, and shows off his booty: basketball. He doesn't even look at Jordan on the ground.

The referee made a penalty for the foul. He hit the basketball to the referee. His mouth was burning. He just wanted to drink water as soon as possible. On the way to the muffler, he looked back at Jordan lying on the ground.

"just like that, staring at the TV station, the picture of my dunk must be cut into the essence of the star game."

He turned off the TV and ordered Hayden, "Oh, by the way, what did IRV Gordy say?"

Hayden had been sent to negotiate with Gordy before. It was important. Little Daly light speed gave Peter a wake-up call. Since there was no other way to go, there was no need to delay.

"As you told me, I made contact with him on the ground of coaxing him to join hands with defjam president lair Cohen."

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

Gordy's murder record has developed rapidly in Queens and is involved in gangs. In the New York gangster rap circle, he thinks that he is qualified to challenge New York's first local rap artist, the billionaire, the bad boy record label owner, bragging father. He has been working with jazz before, and this time the middleman is also jazz.

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

If you choose a friend, you choose an enemy. You can't help it. You have to brag about your father. But if you can stir up the IPO of sigram global, you can tell which is more important.

"Last year, defjam supported the valuation by merging with some east coast brands of universal. This year Rumor has it that the world wants to merge DefJam and IslandRecords again. Anyway, the bubble can't be broken, and every year it will blow in the air. "

Hayden replied: "Gordy doesn't really understand the subtleties of these financial problems, but he already has the help of a professional accounting firm. As a brand of defjam, Gordy has deep internal contacts. They think they can get it when defjam and Xiaodao begin to talk about the merger."

"I still don't trust this kind of street bandits, so they must first come up with evidence that can win my trust and submit a petition." Song Ya ordered after thinking.

"It's Gotty we found..." Hayden hesitated for a reminder.

"Don't worry, that kind of person can get my support. I'm afraid he will laugh in his dreams at night. As long as he gets on the line, he needs me more than vice versa..."

Even in New York, Songya is confident that he can boast a few blocks of his own energy, not to mention the Challenger Gaudi, "did you warn him?"

"Of course, he knows very well how serious the consequences of playing big mouth on this matter will be." Hayden nodded.

"Jazz is just a middleman. Don't let him get involved in the core business. You and Gordy are one-on-one."

"Yes, that's what I did."

Hayden took out a gift box and offered it as a gift. "Hey, boss, I've got what you want."

"Well, come with me."

They went out and took the elevator down to the gym of a + records.

"I won't run! I'm going back to New York! "

My ex-wife is copying her hands and is standing on the treadmill to lose her temper. Linda, the black lady, and Annie Fletcher, the dance director, look at her from left to right and refuse to let her down. "Mimi, today's task is not finished yet..." Linda advised her.

"I'm so tired! No more running She wanted to come down and was stopped by Linda.

"Hum!" Song Ya Leng snorted, and he went to press the switch of the treadmill.

The following running belt rolled again. My ex-wife almost lost her balance and fell down. She quickly grasped the armrest, and her legs could not help following the movement, "aplus! You are in personal confinement! Violence "I'm going to sue you!" she cried

"It's hard for the moment, so that we can appear in the most perfect posture on the MV." Song Ya coaxed her.

"I can't hold on any longer. I'm proud..."

She turned to beg for mercy, and song Ya stopped talking. She opened the gift box and showed her the red bag in front of her! Today, I insist on completing the task. This is your first Princess Diana bag of lanamarks. It's out of print and limited edition... "

“……”

She fixed her eyes on the bag and couldn't move it. She sniffed and stretched out her hand.

"Well?" Song Ya pulled away from her.

"High up, woof, woof..." She cried greedily, with a dog like roar in her voice. She continued to cry and ran with her eyes fixed on the bag, whistling"Woof! Woo woo woo

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