Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters Chapter 114: Chapter 88: I am Anti-Mike, what, my boss too?2

Nesby decided to keep his mouth shut.

If soone were to ask Yu Fei why he couldn't get along with Jordan, he would tell them Kwa Brown's story. If Brown's story wasn't profound enough, then the experience of Tyrone Nesby should make it clear; when dancing with a god, what matters isn't whether you can get on well with him, but how you maintain your own dignity in his presence.

After returning to Washington D.C. from Philadelphia, Yu Fei rested at ho for a while, then with the help of Anthony Lawson, he put in an extra 500 shots and hit the gym for an hour of weightlifting.

The next day, Yu Fei still went to the Verizon Center for practice early on.

Since entering the NBA, Yu Fei was like a monk in asceticism; he had only been to a nightclub once, then beca deeply disappointed with the detestable silicone aesthetic, in addition to the pressure brought on by Jordan, which forced him to focus solely on basketball.

Now that his position was stable, you would think it was ti for him to relax.

"Big Fei, I know you like it natural, if you want, I can arrange sothing for you," Lawson said with a lecherous expression.

Yu Fei knew that flesh peddlers would gravitate towards Lawson and try to sell themselves through him.

Yu Fei trusted that Lawson wouldn't harm him. He would ensure that the won he ca into contact with weren't the kind with ulterior motives, but rather a pure slut who wanted to unlock the "I slept with Frye" achievent.

"Are you very free, Tony?"

"I'm worried you're pent up, brother. You really should find a chance to enjoy yourself," Lawson said.

"Now is not the ti, my position isn't as stable as you think," Yu Fei asked, "How's it going with the thing I asked you to do with Tim?"

At the ntion of this, smoke seed to be coming out of Lawson's big nostrils: "That damn bald white dude, he totally ignores ! That's probably not happening; he's been friends with MJ for years, and you know... your relationship with MJ, he would never betray MJ."

"Betray? Listen to yourself, how unpleasant that sounds. He's a trainer, and I need a trainer. The old man is going to retire in a few years, does he still need to serve him? I'm not saying he needs to cooperate with right now, what I an is, can he beco my trainer when the old man retires?"

Lawson wisely answered his own question: "Do you think he would agree? I don't think so."

Yu Fei has always felt that black people's concept of "loyalty" seed to be different from other races.

It was clearly a business matter, yet he interpreted it as whether "Grover is loyal to Jordan" or not. Even if Grover was Jordan's number one lackey, as long as Jordan retired, that ant transforming into a capitalist working on his own; there would no longer be any direct dealings with him as a worker.

What Yu Fei wanted was for Grover to co and help him with his training when Jordan retired. Was that so hard?

"I'll try again..."

"Put so effort into it, don't be afraid of rejection; you need to have the perseverance of the Spurs' bricklayer."

"I dislike the Spurs."

"Actually, I don't like them either..."

Jordan wouldn't be attending training today, the reason still being tendinitis.

However, owner Abe Pollin visited the Verizon Center again to inspect the players' practice.

Doug Collins led the team through a tactical course, and then arranged a scrimmage.

Yu Fei didn't participate in today's scrimmage because he was taken away from the court by Wes Unseld for a "charitable activity."

"A charitable activity? Is it delivering gifts to the slums, or caring for the elderly at nursing hos? It's not going to schools to et kids, is it? I don't want to go."

Unseld said solemnly, "Mr. Pollin wants to see you alone."

It was hard enough the real boss wasn't around, now the fake boss wanted to summon him. What ga was this?

Yu Fei, with his doubts, followed Unseld to the door of the boss's office.

Susan O'Malley had been waiting there for a long ti.

"Frye, Mr. Pollin appreciates you a lot, so he wants to have a private chat with you. Don't overthink it," Unseld said, "Michael won't know."

Yu Fei's doubts grew; what did it an that Michael wouldn't know? eting and chatting with the real boss needed to be kept secret from Jordan?

Wait, weren't Jordan and the boss on the sa side?

Right, how could they be? Who could stand Jordan?

Yu Fei entered the office where Pollin was sitting, looking at docunts.

"Boss, did you want to see for sothing?"

Yu Fei cut right to the chase.

"Don't call Boss, you can call Mr. Pollin."

He really loved being called 'Mr. Pollin,' but he couldn't truly believe that everyone was as lacking in integrity as Unseld, could he?

"Oh, Mr. Pollin."

"Flye, that's what your mother calls you, right?" Pollin showed friendliness, just like Yu Fei had seen before.

"Yes, that's the pronunciation of Fly in Chinese."

"They do sound quite similar," Pollin continued talking about trivial matters, "Lately, I've often heard people ntion you, even outside D.C., people know the Wizards have a promising Asian player. You've brought us attention that Chris Webber and Juwan Howard never did."

"It's a team effort."

"You're very modest, I like young people who are humble."

If Pollin hadn't witnessed the day Yu Fei forcefully pushed the coaching staff to start him, Yu Fei might have believed him.

But probably the only one who still thought Yu Fei was modest after witnessing that, could only be Pollin.

"I hear you and Michael have had so small frictions?"

"Yes, very small frictions. Please rest assured, there won't be a problem. Michael and I both have a sense of boundaries; we will not overstep each other's limits. Moreover, Michael is my ntor and friend. I will always respect him."