NBA Backer King Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Treatment of the visiting team

"Okay, old K, ignore them, let's go in." Colangelo came over and blocked the reporter.

Wang Tiejun nodded, ignored the reporter's question, and entered the hotel with his bag.

He doesn't have any luggage, and his clothes are very simple, so unlike other people, everyone has a suitcase and a bag, and just one bag is enough for him.

"Old K, don't leave the hotel. The problem of racial discrimination and the proliferation of guns here is quite serious." After entering the hotel, Colangelo warned again.

"I see, sir," he said quickly.

Buckley stepped aside and added: "A survey data from last year showed that the number of non-white residents in Dallas who were forced to leave was as high as 92.7%, the sixth highest in this type of city in the United States, and all non-white residents are here. popular."

"Damn racism." He cursed.

Kevin Johnson, who was in front of , turned around and added: "Old K, fifth in front of Dallas, is Charlotte."

"What? Damn Hornets!"

His eyes widened. The last time he had a bad fight with Mourning at home, he moved his hands off the court, moved his elbows on the court, dunked Mourning, and confiscated the Hornets' basket, which is still hanging. With such a big grievance in his closet, what will he do when he goes to Charlotte next time?

One night, plus the next day, no one from the Suns left the hotel, so they stayed in the room for a day and a night.

In order to complete the training content of the system, Wang Tiejun had to pull Barkley and Danny Anji when he went to the hotel gym, for fear of being singled out and being punished.

21st, match day.

Came to the arena at 3pm, American Airlines Center.

The name business of this arena is the owner of the US West Arena of the Suns. There are also two other teams, both of which are American Airlines, so it is not American Airlines US West, or US or something.

Came to the arena. Wang Tiejun observed it. Sure enough, there are not many people of color here, and most of them are white.

The work attitude of these staff, how should I put it, is definitely not enthusiastic, but barely regarded as having a certain professional work attitude.

But if you make a little extra request, like turn on the heating in the locker room, they will ignore you.

So after entering the locker room and changing into training clothes, the Suns players left immediately. They didn't dare to stay any longer. They hurried to the court for training, otherwise they would catch a cold.

The highest daytime temperature in Dallas this season is about ten degrees. At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the outdoor temperature will not exceed 5 degrees. There is no heating in the room, and the temperature is not much higher. After a group of strong men left the locker room, they ran. going to the stadium.

"Sheet, I think they can't wait to turn on the air conditioner for us." Kevin Johnson, who did not need to train, tightened his jacket and said shaking.

"What's the matter, today I want to see how they deal with us." Wang Tiejun scolded.

"Xie Chi, we should really be thankful that the hotel didn't stop the heating for us." Buckley scolded.

"Ha ha…"

The crowd laughed.

At this time, in the general manager's office of the American Airlines Center Arena, Colangelo was discussing with the general manager Mr. Rant about the heating of the locker room.

"Mr. Rand, you are always going to race with us. Maybe when the weather gets hot, our refrigeration machine will have a little trouble."

He was very angry in his heart, but he managed to control it, but his words carried obvious threats, otherwise this guy Rand would not pay attention to him.

Land said helplessly: "It's really broken. Our heating pipe was bitten by a nasty mouse."

At this time, he shouted at the door: "Alan, bring the guy who destroyed the equipment and show it to Mr. Colangelo, he doesn't believe us."

"Okay, Mr. Rand."

Then a white staff member in his thirties came in with a large rat and threw it at Colangelo's feet.

Colangelo said displeasedly: "Then fix it as soon as possible, otherwise I can't guarantee that if you go to our place, there will be a few nests of cobras suddenly appearing in the locker room.

You know that stuff is a specialty of our Arizona state. "

"Uh, okay, Mr. Colangelo, we'll fix it as soon as possible." Rand's face shuddered, Shet, you're tough, you win.

At seven, the American Airlines Center was packed with Mavericks fans, almost all white.

At 7:40, the starting lineup, the two teams met in the player tunnel.

The main power forward Terry Davis of the Mavericks who was beaten by Wang Tiejun has not yet returned. He has to rest for at least a month. It has only been half a month since today, so the Mavericks have an uneven lineup and their strength is not as good as last time.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Comrade Pharaoh was very surprised when he saw Davis in the player tunnel.

"Damn it, I won't let you go." Terry Davis stared fiercely at Wang Tiejun, gritted his teeth.

He appeared here specially today. He hated Wang Tiejun very much. He wanted to see how the Mavericks fans would treat this **** Chinese coolie in his home court.

To put it simply, he expects that today will make him feel good and let out his breath in advance.

"Ha ha…"

Old Wang sneered: "Then why don't you do it?"

"you?"

Terry Davis Air Knot.

"No matter where it is, chop suey, as long as you dare to do something to me, I will definitely pay it back, regardless of the consequences." Wang Tiejun's face showed an undisguised ferocity.

"you?"

Terry Davis' eyes narrowed, it was the first time he saw such a reckless Chinese, which made him very scruples.

After all, he doesn't want to lose his NBA player job, it's the only way he can live a rich life.

"Come on, old K, ignore this clown, let's go out together." Barkley greeted.

"Humph!"

was called a clown by Barkley, and Terry Davis snorted.

At this time, when Barkley five just walked out of the player tunnel, a tsunami of boos erupted from the American Airlines Center.

"Ha ha…"

Davis laughed smugly.

"Damn yellow monkey!"

"Disgusting Chinese perverted coolie!"

"Get out of Dallas, your disgusting color stains this place."

"Damn violence, get out of America and go back to your China."

Countless middle fingers lined up, endless abuse poured out, all directed at Wang Tiejun alone.

"Hahaha…"

One step inside the player tunnel, Terry Davis laughed wildly.

In the face of 20,000 people scolding him, how much pressure is there, and now Wang Tiejun knows, a dense layer of fine sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"Huh!"

The pressure seemed tangible, and his breathing involuntarily deepened.

But in the depths of his eyes, a crazy look was gradually rising like a flame, and it burned and grew in an instant, filling his eyes.

(end of this chapter)

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