Seoul, the former Seoul, was not inferior to that of Beijing and Shanghai in China. However, there were too many differences between the people here and Beijing and Shanghai. The people here lacked a history of magnanimity, which made them seem very unconfident. In order to decorate their storefronts, they always shamelessly pursue the use of ideology and the history of other countries to post their own storefronts.

Of course, South Korea does not mention American history as a fig leaf. Although I have a Chinese heart, once I come out and say something fair, it would be a bit of a rat.

But I'm going to make some trouble for them.

The plane landed at the international airport outside Seoul. We were stopped by the Korean Basketball Association before we left the airport. With their support, we did not have time to sign any fan or take a photo with any fan. We were surrounded by a large number of staff from the Korean Basketball Association and drove directly to the hotel.

Mr. Park Hanze, chairman of the Korean Basketball Association, met us in the hotel!

Yes! It's meeting! From Park Hanze's condescending face with a smile on his face, I felt his pride. They won the championship with the three high center forwards in this year's Four Nations Invitational Championship, which seemed to make them feel a little lost.

After shaking hands with all the visitors to the Wizards, Park Han led his entourage into the conference room and prepared to sign a new contract with the Wizards' uniform group and representatives of the Trump Group, which stunned the players who thought that such a grand occasion would be followed by an extremely sumptuous reception dinner.

I could only comfort the players a little, and went to the conference room with Christian Letterner, Bill Ranbill and the contact officials sent by the Trump Group.

I couldn't understand Korean. After Park Hanze spoke in an extraordinary manner, I could only ask for some news from the translator.

"Mr. Park Hanze said. He doesn't want your side to repeat the scene in Beijing. He hopes that you will have to play the main player from the beginning... Uh... He hopes that the South Korean national team and the Wizards will have a real game... Ah... I hope the result will not disappoint the fans... Uh... For the sake of the South Korean side is willing to add another $1 million to the appearance fee, but the premise is... the premise is..."

The translator's face was already in a state of embarrassment. His face was flushed and he didn't know how to translate it down.

This translator is a Korean American. He graduated from university at the age of 22 and went to Harvard University in the United States for four years. After graduation, he stayed in the United States. This time he was hired as a translator because he was attracted by his ancestral home from Korea and proficient in Korean. He would not let us suffer this advantage, but now this translator is stumbling.

"What's going on?" Christian Letterner leaned against me and asked in a low voice.

I shook my head and said in a low voice: "I probably encountered something that is difficult to translate, and probably it is not a good word."

Christian Letterner nodded and said directly to the translator: "You just translate it!"

The translator wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, looked up at us, and then lowered his head and said, "The premise is that your side will win the game..."

What?

Only by winning the game can you get the additional $1 million?!

Everyone on the wizards looked at me, and I looked at you, and they all felt inexplicable. But soon a burst of anger arose from my heart, and I thought to myself: This Korean stick is too despised!

I slapped the table and prepared to stand up and scold the bastard named Park Hanze on the opposite side.

But Bill Ranbir on the left and Christian Leitner on the right pressed me on the chair to prevent me from having too many abnormal movements.

Bill Ranbill's face was full of smiles. Yes, his face was full of smiles. But his smile was filled with endless hatred and said, "Okay! Mr. Park Hanze, we can sign a contract on this matter, and if we can't do our best, we can pay the liquidated damages and the amount of liquidated damages..." Bill Ranbill turned his head and looked at me, hoping that I would give an accurate number

We had agreed to the amount of liquidated damages at $2 million. We wanted to disgust the other party a little, but now it is definitely not a small $2 million that can soothe my anger.

"10 million US dollars!" I said viciously.

Bill Ranbir was surprised for a moment, and then whispered to me: "You are too cruel. If it is really $10 million, they probably won't dare to break the contract, so they can cut it in half!"

Bill Ranbill cleared his throat and said, "The amount of liquidated damages will be $5 million."

The Korean translation was quickly translating, Park Hanze showed a satisfied smile on his poker face, and then he said a few more words.

The translation said: "Mr. Park Hanze said: This is very good. Although the liquidated damages you have set are a bit high, it shows that your sincerity is enough! South Korea is willing to accept it!"

After the translation was finished, Bill Ranbir continued to say with a smirk: "But if you decide temporarily not to let us join the main force, is it considered your breach of contract?"

Park Hanze was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Mr. Park Hanze said: This kind of thing will never happen. We hope to have a real game with you. But if such a thing really happens, it will be considered a breach of contract by South Korea."

Bill Ranbill grinned and pointed at the legal counsel and said, "Remember! This one is written into the contract..."

...

The new contract was signed with everyone's joy. Whether it was the Korean side represented by Park Hanze or the Wizards, they were all satisfied and thought they had obtained what they needed. However, the situation was really the case and it still took time to verify it.

Mr. Park Hanze, chairman of the Basketball Association of the Republic of Korea, walked out of the conference room with great pride surrounded by those under his command. Only me, Bill Ranbill, Christian Letterner, Donald Trump's special agent Jack Bieber and the translator.

I waved my hand and asked the translator to leave first. After the translator closed the conference room, we looked at me, and I looked at you, and suddenly we burst into laughter together.

Yes!

We all laughed! It was not because we successfully planned a conspiracy, but because this nation was really too self-righteous!

To be honest, South Korea does have some things worth learning from, but their self-righteous style really makes people laugh. The Korean national basketball team may be really good, and they may still occasionally appear in Asia, but it is really not possible to put it in the world. And these idiots actually want to bully a club from a basketball powerhouse. This is really a big joke. You must know that the professional basketball clubs in the United States have accumulated top basketball experts in the world. One is calculated and the one is basically the configuration of a basketball giant. If you take out one, you can be selected as a national basketball team in other countries except the United States. In the small South Korea, from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, no one can get the eye of an NBA scout. As for the later generations of Hesheng Town, which once played soy sauce in the NBA, I don’t know where to play Mudba.

"It's so fucking funny!" Christian Letterner finally held back his smile!

"I think it's so annoying!" I said as I took Christian Letterner's words.

"It's so funny, okay?" Bill Ranbir said with an eyebrow raising.

Everyone clicked and agreed with Bill Ranbir's point of view.

"1 million is easy to make, but that 5 million is not easy to make!" Christian Letterner said with his chin in his left hand.

"Let Carlos, Brandon and others take turns to play on the court. It feels like it's almost done. Kaomee will go up and hit the final note!" Bill Ranbill turned his head and said to me, "Kaomee, are you confident?"

I curled up my elbows, felt my biceps that seemed much thicker than last year, and then nodded vigorously and said, "No problem!"

Yes!

No problem!

Even if there is a problem, I will definitely find a way to make him have no problems!

Last year, my bench press data reached up to 550 pounds, and at that time I was able to smash rebounds. This year I was able to push 700 pounds away. I don’t believe that with my efforts, I can’t smash Korean unprofessional rebounds!

I am very confident! I will lose my wife and soldiers if I let these sticks lose my wife!

ps: Make up for Monday! There is no update on Monday!
Chapter completed!