When my father-in-law, Mr. Donald Trump, learned that Fred Brano was going to Washington in person, was anxious. He called one by one and ordered one by one. With the help of Mr. Polling, he even used the Washington police to stare at Fred Brano's movements..././

But until the game, my father-in-law still did not notice any rash actions by Mr. Fred Brano. Mr. Fred Brano and his black-clad team seemed to be in charge in Washington. They got up on time, ate on time, and rested on time. The rest of the time was basically in the gym and had no close contact with anyone. The police officers who monitored their phones even used "Pilgrims" to describe these underworld figures.

There is nothing suspicious about it, this is the biggest suspicious about it. Fred Brano is absolutely impossible to come to Washington to do useless work. He must have set a big trap for the Wizards at some point and will only be revealed after the game begins.

Mr. Trump was anxious to scratch his slightly white hair. Before the game began, he still did not find the trap set by Fred Brano. With Mr. Donald Trump's fear, the sixth game of the Eastern Conference Finals was about to begin.

.........

In the locker room, I changed my clothes, stood on the floor and jumped hard. I felt the comfort of my whole body, and bent down to try to tie my loose shoelaces again. Then I heard Carlos Boozer, who was constantly doing chest expansion exercises, asked, "Kaome! What kind of car will you use to get married with Ivanka? Haven't you ever thought about it? I suggest using a Ferrari sports car. Such cars are lined up in a row, which is very cool..."

"Car? I guess Kwame cannot use the Farrari force! If you use the Farrari force, wouldn't Hummer sue Kwame? Carlos, you have to know that Kwame is the image spokesperson of Hummer! He can only use the Hummer!" Brandon Heywood, who was standing on the other side, answered.

"That Hummer is ugly! Kwame is really unlucky! The most beautiful thing in life is to use an ugly car like the Hummer, it is really unlucky!" Carlos Boozer kept shaking his head to express his sympathy for me.

"Ha...Carlos, you kid are talking slander! Do you know how much Hummer has to pay Kaome every year? The money he gives Kaome is higher than your salary, and when Kaome gets married, their company will definitely not let go of such a good publicity method. They will definitely send Hummer's most high-end luxury car for Kaome. Each car is definitely worth more than one million, which is something we can't dream of..." Brandon Haywood responded, with an envious look on his face.

"Haha" I chuckled twice. I tied my shoelaces and stood up to respond to them and said, "I haven't thought about the wedding matters much, and I haven't even considered the wedding car. What I want now is to play this game well so that we can make the finals!"

Brandon Heywood looked at me in surprise, looking at rare animals, and said in surprise: "Kaome! Are you wrong? This is your wedding! It is very likely that a person will have just such a wedding in his life. Until now, you have never considered it. Until now, you still put all your energy into this game. Don't you think you are a little too much? If Ivanka knew that you were thinking this now, I promise she would regret marrying you..."

Brandon Haywood looked angry. This teammate who always regarded Ivanka Trump as his dream lover looked like Ivanka Trump was not worth it.

But this is just his own idea.

Ivanka Trump is not those girls who love first. Although she also longs for sweet love, Ivanka Trump is fundamentally a career-oriented woman. If I give up the competition for the wedding, or give up the soon-to-be-received Florida casino worth 80 million, I think we will soon enter the Civil Affairs Bureau and exchange a red notebook for a chubby notebook.

I was about to refute Brandon Haywood. Suddenly I felt something was wrong. This seemed to be in the locker room of the sixth game of the Eastern Conference Finals. The game was about to begin in twenty minutes. Now we should be nervous about making adjustments before the game, but now we are talking about my marriage, which seems a little bit wrong.

I looked at the smiling faces of Carlos Boozer and Brandon Heywood beside me. I looked up at the other people in the locker room and found that except for Michael Jordan, the rest were muttering and laughing, and there was no tension before the final battle at all.

The Wizards seem to be too relaxed. This relaxed state will obviously have a certain impact on the next game. When the Wizards step into the trap prepared by Fred Brano, the Wizards are likely to be in a mess and collapse suddenly.

I frowned and thought hard about what I should do next.

"Huh?" Carlos Boozer saw my strange appearance and made a surprise voice, asking in a low voice: "Kaome! What's wrong? What's going on? Why are you frowning?"

Brandon Haywood, beside him, also saw my strangeness and asked critically: "What's wrong? Kwame? Is there anything wrong?"

I looked up and looked at Brandon Haywood and Carlos Boozer seriously. They seemed to feel a little scared when they saw it. They both lowered their heads and looked at themselves, wanting to see what was wrong with them.

"It's only 20 minutes before the sixth game of the Eastern Conference Finals begins, but I feel that everyone's condition is wrong!" I frowned and said my discovery.

"Why is it wrong?" Brandon Haywood and Carlos Boozer looked at each other, turned their heads and asked in surprise.

"Are we too confident? This makes us feel a little too relaxed and we are not nervous at all!" I said seriously.

"Confidence? Too relaxed?" Brandon Haywood was stunned and murmured.

"Yes! We actually talked about my wedding in the locker room before the game, and no one else was talking about the game. It didn't seem to be the atmosphere before the battle..." I said immediately.

"This...Kaome... are you a little too nervous... We know you really want to scoop this game, and we also want to. After all, if you scoop this game, you can win a big casino, and we will all become shareholders of that casino, but, Kwame. We have won the Battle of Tianwang Mountain, and we have already led by 3:2. In the past 112 games that have reached 2:2, 95 teams who have won the Battle of Tianwang Mountain have won the final victory. We can almost confirm that we can advance to the finals now, you don't need to be so nervous..." Carlos Boozer stuttered and tried to relax me.

But can I relax? Obviously, I can't, especially after listening to Carlos Boozer's words, I became even more worried.

After the 1990s, the Wizards became a team without history. Now the team can even be said to be a new team. His core and his starting lineup basically do not have much experience. The oldest starting lineup is Chauncey Billups, and Chauncey Billups are only in the first round of the playoffs. Not to mention others. The lack of experience makes the Wizards seem to have lost their way in a good situation.

"Carlos! Listen!" I said seriously: "In the past 112 games that have been 2:2, 95 teams have won the final victory, but 7 teams have been reversed in the end! Our probability of winning is not 100%. If we are really too relaxed, we are likely to lose this game, and even say we will lose this series and lose that casino in Florida."

My voice was filled with a heavy feeling, which immediately infected Brandon Haywood and Carlos Boozer. But it was just a disturbance to both of them. Others didn't hear what I said, I needed to do a little more.

After communicating with Michael Jordan, I gathered everyone up. I stood on the wooden bench in the locker room, overlooking my teammates in front of me. Looking at the teammates who were still whispering, I felt anxious.

"Gentlemen!" I licked my dry lips and began to say loudly:

"I just read a newspaper, which said that in the past 112 games that have won the Battle of Tianwang Mountain, 95 teams have won the final victory, and our Wizards are very lucky to win the Battle of Tianwang Mountain. Then our Wizards can basically confirm that one foot has entered the finals!"

Speaking of this, I paused for a moment, and then asked softly: "What do you think? Do you think we have already stepped into the finals with one foot?"

I looked at everyone in front of me, everyone looked at me with confusion, everyone felt that I was talking nonsense, and no one answered my question.

"Maybe you think so too, but what I want to tell you is that what they say is completely a bunch of stinky shit!" I cursed in my biggest voice, loud enough that everyone in the venue looked at me seriously.

"Yes! I mean the pile of things they said were all stinky shit. If things really were like they said, what other games we played, we just need to list the data, and the opponent would surrender, what other games we played?" A loud and firm voice echoed throughout the locker room.

"We haven't won the sixth game yet, we haven't won the series yet. If we want to scoo up the Eastern Conference championship and make it to the finals, we have to win another game, and the Nets are not as vulnerable as the outside world says. To defeat them, we have to play a twelve-point spirit."

"And don't forget that there is another gang leader, Fred Burano, who is staring at us. For the sake of the 80 million US casino, the Burano family will never let us easily scoo up the victory. They will try their best to kill us."

"Yes! They will try their best to kill us. You must know that they are underworlds! They ignore the rules and the laws. They can despicable gongs and drums in front of the hotel where we stay. They can put laxatives in the coffee we drink. They can even create a car accident to stop us from appearing and bribe our players..." I screamed loudly.

"Wait a minute..." While my loud speech inspires my teammates' morale, Michael Jordan suddenly interrupted me.

"What did you say just now?" Michael Jordan asked with a frown.

"Ah?" I was stunned by Michael Jordan's question: "I mean they will try their best to kill us..."

"Not this sentence! It's the last sentence you said..." Michael Jordan looked at me seriously and said.

"I mean they can create a car accident to stop us from coming out..." I replied.

"Another sentence..." Michael Jordan continued to ask.

"They can bribe the referee and punish our players..." I replied cowardly.

Michael Jordan showed a gloomy look on his face. He seemed to be thinking and thinking hard. After about half a minute, Michael Jordan suddenly started to curse: "Bitch! This bastard Fred actually made this plan. Damn it!"

Everyone was stunned! Everyone was stunned by Michael Jordan's sudden scolding.

"What's wrong?" I asked in surprise.

"Fred Brano must have bribed the referee, otherwise he would not be able to sit firmly in Washington on the Diaoyutai. You must know who he is, he is the gambling king who has never lost in Las Vegas. If they were not sure, he would not appear in Washington to wait for humiliation. He had only one purpose for coming to Washington - to laugh at us after the game! It's really damn!" Michael Jordan cursed, but he was not addicted to anger. He turned his head and asked, "Kaome, how long will the game start!"

"Fifteen minutes left!" I answered quickly.

"It's too late! Call Mr. Donald quickly, I'll call David Stern and tell them our guesses! Let the police check whether there are abnormal funds in the bank accounts of the three referees on duty! Tell them that we hope to change the referee or delay the game." Michael Jordan arranged in an orderly manner.

I scooped out my cell phone in a hurry and dialed my father-in-law, Mr. Donald Trump, in a mess.

"Wait for my phone call! Give me twenty minutes and I will find out!" Donald Trump said calmly on the other end of the phone.

Put down the phone and look at Michael Jordan, who just finished calling David Stern.

"How is it? What did your father-in-law say!" Michael Jordan asked anxiously. Because he was too anxious, he actually used the phrase "your father-in-law". He used to call him "Mr. Donald" or "Mr. Trump".

"He asked us to wait twenty minutes!" I replied.

"Twenty minutes?" Michael Jordan's eyebrows were twisted into twists, but as anxious as he was still doing the case analysis: "It's too late! The game still starts 13 minutes, how can we wait for 20 minutes? The game must be played at the beginning, and we can only handle everything before the game. Otherwise, even if it is finally found out that the referee accepts bribes and we lose, David Stern will not change the game!"

"What should we do?" Larry Hughes asked anxiously, standing aside.

Michael Jordan's brain kept thinking and trying to figure out how to do it. Everyone in the locker room was watching him. At this moment, this man who had shown his old appearance on the stadium was the hope of everyone. Everyone hoped that he could turn the tide as he did on the stadium now.

Silence, Michael Jordan frowned and thought for a full 2 ​​minutes, then he raised his head and said in a very firm tone: "Time is too hasty, there is no other way. All we can do is extend the time!"

Extend the time?

Can time be extended? I think everyone will be full of questions like me, but at this time no one comes out to ask Michael Jordan.

"Larry, go to the operation center of the arena and ask them to stop the power of the three largest spotlights above the court, so that they can declare to the public that the spotlight is broken! It will take 40 minutes to repair it."

"Itan, go find the first private room on the second floor, and go find our boss, Mr. Polyn, when the spotlight goes out, let him come forward to calm the anxiety of the fans."

"Itan, you are an old man from Washington. Do you know what art teams are there in the stadium center? OK! Notify them and let them rush to the stadium and let them play within the time when the spotlight stops. We will give double the appearance fee!"

"Changxi, please contact me for Charles Barkley. He broadcast the game live today and told him not to talk nonsense at the scene. If he dares to talk nonsense, be careful that I will ruin him! Just say that I said it!"

.........

After one order after another, all the players walked out through the back door, and in the end, Michael Jordan and I were left in the locker room.

"Kaome, let's wait for news from Mr. Trump and Mr. Stern here!" Michael Jordan was exhausted all the strength of his body. He couldn't hold on and sat on the floor and said to me weakly.

"Michael, we can..." I asked worriedly.

"Do your best and leave your fate!" Michael Jordan closed his eyes.

....

The spotlight was successfully stopped, and a staff member came to inform us that the appearance time would be delayed by 40 minutes.

Ah, Mr. Polling had appeared in the center of the stadium and delivered a passionate speech, and made a temporary notice that after the game, everyone could use the tickets in their hands to receive a gift at the stadium management center.

Several artistic teams Itan Thomas asked to walk onto the stadium and began their hastily performance.

......

The team members who ran out returned to the locker room one by one. Everyone was watching the two mobile phones in Michael Jordan's hands, waiting patiently for the ringtone of the phone to ring. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)

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