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On October 10, 1996, the Knicks are about to usher in the preseason, but for the old basketball players, the preseason is a public-funded tour.

Tomorrow night the Knicks will face the Bulls at ho, and the tickets are already sold out. The New York dia often curse the Bulls, but most fans still like to watch Michael Jordan play.

Park Avenue Country Club is a high-end nightclub that opened in 1994 and can also be called a private club.

After the Bulls arrived in New York, Patrick Ewing and Charles Oakley brought Starks, Charlie Ward and Clay Lee to entertain Michael Jordan and others.

It combines elents of Arican country clubs and British aristocratic clubs, and the overall environnt is elegant and comfortable.

Lee breathed a sigh of relief when he ca here, as he finally didn't have to listen to rap and chanting.

Unlike the smoky low-end nightclubs, most of the people who co here to have fun are rich people. Although the scene is still very lively, generally speaking, there are few "Fuck" sounds.

"Haha, Pat Riley's henchman didn't allow us to et, saying I'm a liar. Who does he think he is?!"

"We are partners. When have I ever cheated on my friends? Old Oak, you know

best. I have never cheated on my friends!"

Michael Jordan, who was a little drunk, had thrown his suit jacket aside and started to loudly bring up old issues with a red face.

Charles Oakley felt that his younger brother had always respected him, and he echoed him without hesitation:

"That's right, Michael may be a jerk on the court, but he's great to his friends. Don't take Van Gundy's bullshit to heart!"

On the other side, Scottie Pippen was hugging and touching his girlfriend Larsa, whom he had been dating for more than a year. If there was no one around, the two of them would probably have started "fighting".

Ron Harper and Steve Kerr were drinking heavily at this ti. They had just gone to the dance floor and ca back to quench their thirst with wine.

Lee was also a little drunk, eating, drinking and gambling. The entertainnt of this era was so simple and unpretentious.

Patrick Ewing did not join his friends in cursing Van Gundy. When it ca to the gambling part of the party, he quickly called out to Lee:

"Lee, it's your turn to perform. 21 o'clock, we are going to kill everyone tonight!"

Michael Jordan, who was completely having fun, started to ask the waiter to change the wine, and then distributed cigars to everyone:

"Try this Cuban classic cigar. It has a very strong aroma. I'm addicted to it recently!"

"Boy, you're from New xico, and Charles told

you don't touch substance, which is good, I don't deal with poison dogs!"

Michael Jordan, who was drunk, handed the cigar to Lee, and after a conversation, he laughed and motioned everyone to smoke together.

Larsa, who was a model, didn't mind the smoky scene. Instead, she continued to snuggle in Pippen's arms and said in a delicate voice:

"Don't lose too much. Your gambling luck has been bad recently!"

Lee was speechless as he watched the two people kissing each other again. He didn't bla the future Marcus Jordan for performing the "Fuck, I love my aunt" drama. Most people couldn't stand it.

When they got to the gambling table, there was no Big Brother. After playing a few gas, Lee also tore off his shirt and shouted:

"Double the bet, I'm sure to win this round!"

After a few rounds, Michael Jordan's eyes turned red from losing, and his gambling addiction imdiately ca up:

"Damn it! No one can leave tonight!"

"."

On the morning of the 11th, Jeff Van Gundy looked at Charles Oakley and Patrick Ewing, who were in low spirits on the training ground, with a grim look on his face.

The omnipresent New York dia broke the news this morning about the whereabouts of several Bulls players after they arrived in New York, and a photo of Dennis Rodman dancing wildly on the dance floor appeared on the sports page of the New York Post.

I don't know where the news ca from, but so articles vividly described the scene where Lee was killing everyone at the gambling table and won so much that Michael Jordan's eyes turned red.

The news was indeed a bit exaggerated. Lee won less than 10,000 US dollars in one night. No one could go ho without losing a few tis.

New York fans were happy to hear the news and followed suit. The dia also had a topic:

"Jeff Van Gundy can't control the team. Maybe we should consider replacing a competent head coach!"

"."

The old guys couldn't hold on, but Lee was as good as ever. Youth is his asset. After sleeping for less than 4 hours, he was basically fully recovered.

At 7 p.m. that evening, half an hour before the ga started, Madison Square Garden was already full.

As an international tropolis, the Knicks never have trouble selling tickets, and many fans bought tickets tonight to see Michael Jordan.

Even though it was just a preseason ga, the MSG TV Network would still broadcast it as usual.

Comntator Marv Albert, known as the "Voice of New York

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