Zhang San said it was party ti tonight, and Qiao Tu imdiately arranged it.
After wrapping up post-ga matters, all the players from the Bobcats and Bulls boarded the cars arranged by Boss Qiao, heading to 23 Highland Park in the Highland Park District of Chicago.
Zhang Yang learned from Yao Ming, who had stayed in Chicago for nearly two years, that 23 Highland Park is not just called 23; during Jordan’s first retirent in 1995, after he had this house built, the city hall specifically modified the building numbers in Highland Park, assigning 23 to Jordan, reflecting Jordan’s influence in the 90s from a different angle.
Boss Qiao’s party this ti was much simpler than usual, probably because it was a spontaneous arrangent.
The original plan was to return to Charlotte to celebrate the regular season finale; whether they got 69 wins or 70 wins, it would be the second-best record in history, worthy of a celebration for the whole team, including all staff and family mbers.
It also had to do with inviting so dia, celebrities who watched the ga live, and people from the political and business circles. Although so of these people, regardless of gender, played wilder than forr athlete Jordan, there were also so serious folks, so the event couldn’t be too excessive, yet not inviting them would offend people... Of course, simpler only compared to usual, Boss Qiao invited club companions from familiar clubs where the fabric on their bodies was minimal, and the minor celebrities and fallen socialites who caught wind of it were especially active.
Most players from the Bobcats and Bulls had a blast, unabashedly showing off their lavish lifestyles in front of the caras.
Bulls players didn’t get into conflicts with Bobcats players because they lost tonight, unable to stop the second 70-win team from appearing. They cared so much mainly because their fans cared; they fought desperately for pride. Yao Ming even took over 20 shots, scoring 34 18 3 4, but after the ga, their fans, led by their team’s historical number one, "welcod the Bobcats to the 70-win club" and applauded the Bobcats for their outstanding performance this season... So why should they worry? Of course, they would quietly grumble about Boss Qiao.
A small number of players made the rounds to toast and schmooze to maintain appearances and then left, like Magloire, who oversaw the water cooler for the Bobcats.
Though this center was once an All-Star and is Black, he completely dislikes such occasions. What’s most unique is that his total career salary has exceeded 40 million US dollars, but apart from buying two houses for himself and his parents and three cars in the middle-class area in Canada where he’s from, he goes back every off-season to teach kids basketball there. In the 9 years he’s played in the NBA, he’s always rented apartnts and bought used cars in ’Scrap City’ to drive. He is also extrely financially savvy; most Black athletes go bankrupt shortly after retiring. According to Forbes Sports, this one, in 9 years in the NBA, has more than doubled his cash assets compared to his earnings, and in the 07-08 season, he even won an award for this, being held up as an exemplary model in the NBA’s rookie orientation course.
So can’t leave early, always at risk of being called over by Boss Qiao to showcase a bit, like Zhang Yang and Okafor, while Felton was already having fun.
Player family mber Emma Roberts glanced at Okafor, who was sitting by the lake reading a book. This one had a very good reputation, staying here to enjoy so peace, she understood. But then she turned around and saw Zhang San, who had just gone drinking and ca back, skipping stones on the lake to sober up...
She curiously asked, "Jack, why did you co back so quickly? Aren’t you going to play with Raymond and them?"
"Here to keep you company!" Zhang Yang said, raising an eyebrow at Emma Roberts.
Emma Roberts: "You don’t need to worry about , my mom is here too, I’ll go back to the hotel with her later."
Zhang Yang was surprised and puzzled: "Playing with them, aren’t you afraid I’ll be drunk and taken away by so girl? I have a girlfriend, I need to protect myself outside... Don’t you care about that?"
Emma Roberts was montarily stunned, also surprised, and replied: "Of course I care, but with athletes like you, you must have lots of social obligations, I’m ntally prepared for so things... Didn’t expect you to think this way."
Okafor, who was a distance away, suddenly spoke: "I can testify that Jack now goes to parties just to make the rounds and then leaves, he didn’t used to be like this."
Zhang Yang went up and gave Okafor a little playful punch on the arm: "That last part was really unnecessary... But your hearing is amazing, you heard that even though it was so quiet."
Okafor remained expressionless, but couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from twitching—damn Zhang San, his strength seems to have increased!
But he didn’t answer Zhang Yang’s words, not bothering to retort the forr line, as the latter carried the risk of derailing the conversation.
He, Little Duncan, firmly refuses to associate with Little Fei and Zhang San in this regard!
The little girl’s heart was pounding rapidly, face slightly red, emotions beginning to blossom... Zhang San thought this way, and acted this way, saying it so casually, as if it was natural, without deliberately trying to appear ’sincere’, which instead made her feel it was from the heart, not even needing others to testify.
If not for Zhang Yang’s teammates nearby, and one of them looking like a rigid, dull-faced person, Emma Roberts would have jumped into his arms. She left a note saying, "I’m going to get a box of hangover pills," and swiftly made her exit to curb the impulses already rising in her body, as embarrassing herself here would bring sha to Zhang Yang.
Okafor suddenly felt that, for so reason, he seed a bit redundant here, but ignored it, saying to Zhang Yang: "Jack, what did you think of tonight’s ga against the Bulls?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)