Basketball Legend: When Pride Still Matters Chapter 720 720 493 Get Lost if You Cant Play Part

Chapter 720: Chapter 493: Get Lost if You Can’t Play (Part 2) Chapter 720: Chapter 493: Get Lost if You Can’t Play (Part 2) However, Durant didn’t know who he was, but the other party was very polite, so he agreed.

And when Jas appeared, all eyes were on him.

The King, accompanied by ten entourage mbers, made his way through the crowded party, with bodyguards leading him to the spacious VIP area at the other end of the club, empty enough to hold a two-on-two basketball ga.

Next to Jas’s VIP section was the much more low-key Kobe. Seeing Kobe at a party was like seeing a ghost for his wife, Vanessa. It rarely happened, and most people wouldn’t believe it, but in such a rare mont—Kobe suddenly stood up and danced a little.

Afterward, a natural force swept through the fashionable lounge, seemingly spinning the entire place out to the stratosphere.

The DJ stopped the music and shouted, “Frye has arrived, everyone clear the way!”

Yu Fei, assistant Lin Kaiwen, and two bodyguards walked in.

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The party suddenly fell silent.

The security nervously led Yu Fei to the VIP area, where Denzel Washington had been waiting for a long ti.

“Frye, I want to play Michael Jordan in your movie; that must be a good idea!”

Ever since Yu Fei’s agent announced that Yu Fei’s entertainnt company would make a movie about Yu Fei, Washington had been obsessed with the idea of playing Jordan.

“You played Ray Allen’s father in a movie, and now you want to play a 40-year-old Michael Jordan when you’re nearly 60?” Yu Fei laughed, “Impossible, Danny, that’s unrealistic!”

Washington jokingly said seriously, “Believe , many say I look like a 30-year-old guy.”

“Indeed, you’re like my brother,” Yu Fei said, “but no, you’re too handso, I can’t let soone as handso as you play number 23.”

Afterward, Hollywood stars successively walked into Yu Fei’s VIP booth.

This was a privilege other NBA players didn’t have.

It’s not that Jas or Kobe lacked appeal to Hollywood celebrities; they were appealing. Jas laughed and chatted next to his good brother Jay-Z, and Kobe chatted with “Uncle” Snoop Dogg.

But neither had the sa effect as Yu Fei.

Jay-Z asked Jas, “Do you mind if I say hello to Frye?”

And Snoop Dogg directly told Kobe, “I got to go say so trash to that damn Chosen One. I’ll tell him the championship definitely belongs to my Lakers!”

ESPN reporter Marc Stein observed Yu Fei’s pull in the world of celebrities.

Finally, he got the answer from Mavericks’ owner Mark Cuban.

“This guy has a crazy appeal!” Cuban said, “Definitely the most attractive basketball player ever!”

Maybe you don’t need the word “basketball.”

Stein thought.

The party would go on until late at night, but Yu Fei didn’t want to stay that long.

At one in the morning, Fisher arrived at the party scene and discussed the potential scenarios for the next day with Yu Fei.

“As far as I know, your team’s owner will also be there,” Fisher said, “There will be owners from three teams, representing big city teams, dium city teams, and small city teams.”

“There are dium cities?” Yu Fei laughed, “I always thought it was only about big and small cities.”

“Exactly, just big and small cities,” Fisher said, “The league says they represent three markets, but in reality, there are only two markets, that’s big market and small market. Your owner is the only representative of the big market while the other two represent the interests of the small market.”

“What does that imply?”

Fisher said, “There isn’t a unified interest among the franchise owners.”

This issue, Yu Fei didn’t understand so deeply, but the league’s arrangent for Clay Bennett to represent the big market teams was definitely not as straightforward as it appeared.

In terms of seniority, Bennett had been an NBA owner for only a few years, how could he represent the big market teams?

Considering the SuperSonics had rapidly beco the biggest bull market in the NBA in recent years, it was certain they were envied and foreseeable that soone would be pushed out as a target.

“I understand now.”

After talking with Fisher, Yu Fei prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Denzel Washington again brought up wanting to play Michael Jordan.

Yu Fei laughed, “Danny, it’s not possible. I can’t let a handso guy like you play that ugly bug number 23.”

Suddenly, Washington changed his mind, “Then let play Abe Pollin.”

Yu Fei was stunned, “He’s white.”

“It’s a movie, who cares?”

Indeed, considering Hollywood was entering an era where black actors could play all non-black historical figures and the “blacks are the origin of everything” theory was flourishing in the United States, would anyone care if Denzel Washington played Abe Pollin?

Probably even Abe Pollin himself wouldn’t say a thing, right?

The first thing Yu Fei did after returning to the hotel was to call Clay Bennett to ask for his views on the impending labor and managent eting.

“I don’t know the specifics,” Bennett said, “they just held a brief eting, and then they made represent the big city owners.”

Yu Fei asked further, “What do you think about the dispute between the two sides?”

“To be honest, I don’t care,”

Bennett’s words were quite blunt.

He really didn’t care.

Though the dispute originated from claims by half the teams that they had suffered losses in recent years, this didn’t include Bennett.

Bennett might have only suffered losses in the first year of buying the team, but afterward, Yu Fei arrived, and Seattle’s basketball market took off.