"I..."

Wade was about to say something when he was interrupted by Zeng Gong.

"Come, come, how about we have a drink in my room?"

Although Wade is not a disciplined player, he can't drink alcohol in the early stages of the tournament, after all, alcohol has the effect of paralyzing the nerves.

"Mr. Zeng, thank you for your kindness, you know we have a game tomorrow, it's not good to drink now. Wade politely declined.

"Haha, Dwyan, I know what you're worried about, don't worry, my wine is definitely not good, and it can give you a good night's sleep, if you don't come, I'll be called O'Neill." Zeng Gong patted Wade on the shoulder, signaling him to relax and not be so nervous.

"Okay, let's just have a drink. Wade hesitated and agreed.

"That's right. ”

In the room, Zeng Gong put a few wine gourds in front of Wade like a treasure.

"Let's see, it's all good wine, good wine from across the Pacific Ocean, how about we mix it up?" Zeng Gong fiddled with the wine gourd in his hand with great interest.

Wade was a little hesitant when he heard this, he didn't know much about fine wine from China, and he hadn't even tasted it during his injury at Qinglian Ranch. But in his impression, Chinese baijiu is too cold to get used to. As for bartending? Can liquor be blended, he hasn't heard of it anyway, maybe it's on the other side of the ocean.

"Why? You don't think so. Zeng Gong frowned.

Wade hurriedly shook his head and denied it, and after staying in Qinglian Ranch for a while, he knew that Zeng Gongzi was stubborn.

"Forget it, I don't understand it when I tell you, in fact, there were bartending in ancient China, at that time, the rich wine was the world's wine combined can not be compared, today, you are blessed, I let you taste the taste of this ancient Chinese bartending today. Zeng Gong was a little discouraged, he knew that Wade didn't believe him at all.

Baihua wine, as the name suggests, is a hundred kinds of flowers, according to the seasonal season will pick the flowers into the wine jar to ferment naturally, the water is from several springs of Qinglian Ranch, the snow water on the top of the snow mountain;

Daughter red, mulberry dry wine, Hubei black rice wine, old white dry and so on.

"Alright. Although he was a little deflated, Zeng Gong still gave Wade a cup.

"Okay?" Wade looked at the goblet in front of him in a daze, and looked at Zeng Gong with a blank eye.

He was completely stupid, he had seen a fancy bartending competition before, but compared to Zeng Gong, he was simply weak, dazzling and dazzling, and thought he was watching David Copperfield's performance.

The faint aroma exploded with a bang.

Wade sniffed the wine, couldn't help but feel refreshed, and Taotao, happy and innocent, to a piano, a pot of wine, a stream of clouds. Unable to extricate himself, the hand holding the goblet trembled slightly with excitement, ruby-like temptation, he was faced not with fine wine, but with a beautiful woman who tasted more and more beautifully. Even if some can't hold the goblet in their hands, they are still reluctant to put it down, and the distance and the feeling of being lost are really not good.

"Whew. ”

Wade took a sip, his expression quickly becoming a little hideous.

This wine, this wine, this wine.

He stared at the goblet in his hand, the floating clouds and willow catkins have no roots, the sky and the earth are wide and far-reaching, and the drums are full of energy, and the warriors are lofty, and the iron riders are protruding with swords and guns.

The taste is complex and layered, although Wade is a big old man, he now closes his eyes and enjoys it, a happy and complacent look.

"This..."

How do you describe this?

At the end of the song, no one is gone, and there are several peaks on the river.

The slightest wisp of taste lingers, and the complex and intense taste is gone.

The oblique light of the river sky is red.

"Dwyan, what do you think?" Zeng Gong asked proudly holding a glass of wine.

Wade's expression was already the best proof, but Zeng Gong still didn't want to let him go.

"I—I don't know. Wade held the glass and looked like he was going to cry.

How do you ask me to answer, damn English, why is there such a lack of vocabulary, Wade couldn't help but complain a little, he couldn't find the right words to describe it, poetic and intense at the same time.

The blacks' best rap can't even be spoken, because the tongue is knotted.

"Then do you think the wine I made was better than what you drank before? Zeng Gong was even more proud, and it was in vain that he spent a lot of thought.

"Is it wine?" Wade said with a wry smile.

He originally wanted to ask a few friends to find a bar and have a few drinks after playing, and now let him drink how to drink, it is estimated that he will not have the desire to drink in the next few days.

"Mr. Zeng, do you know, you hurt me, tomorrow we are going to have a drink after the game, now what do you want me to drink? Tomorrow O'Neill doesn't know how to laugh at me. ”

"What does that have to do with me. Old God Zeng Gong said on the ground.

"Well, it has nothing to do with you. Wade looked at Zeng Gong's scoundrel and was a little amused.

"By the way, O'Neal's contract is expiring, he's not going to stay with the Heat, he wants to join your team. Wade suddenly remembered the conversation O'Neal had had had with him before.

"Welcome. Zeng Gong said with a smile. "Although that guy is a little lazy, but the deterrent is enough, you look at the current state of the game, who can say that he is old. ”

In fact, O'Neill had already contacted him privately, and the two had already reached a secret agreement.

"Who do you think the Nets will pick next year? "The Nets' strength is there, anyway, next year is going to the lottery, and he is ready to plan ahead.

"John Wall, DeMarcus Cousins, Paul George, Gordon Hayward are all good guys, and it's up to the Nets to be lucky. Wade shook his head, he didn't expect to help someone else draft one day, even though it was his future parent team.

"Coach, what do you think of old Nelson?"

"Old Nelson, I'm too old, I guess I'll retire in less than two years. Wade frowned, although Nelson Sr. is good, but he is about to reach retirement age, in fact, frequent coach changes are also a kind of turmoil for the team.

Zeng Gong nodded, but he really didn't know who was suitable.

"Mr. Zeng, if you use the words of old Nelson, you will have to find a successor now. Wade still reminded that maybe when he came to the Nets, Nelson Sr. was no longer there, and he hoped that his successor would be a good coach.