At the same time, there is a debate going on in the office of the president of the league about this round of playoffs.

A balding man with glasses was looking at an old man with gray hair, excitedly stating what was at stake.

"Mr. President, the topicality, attention, and ratings of this round of the playoffs have far exceeded our expectations.

According to the calculations of the finance department, as long as this round of playoffs can continue, each additional game can bring more than 10 billion dollars in profits to the league.

So, it's time to 'remind' the referees to make this round of the playoffs last a little longer, like seven, and then arrange for the Heat to win and win the championship.

After all, Oklahoma and Cleveland are both small cities, the market is too small, or Miami has value to invest in.

In addition, I suggest that next season find a way to let Qian Chen change to a big city, Cleveland is too small to fully reflect his value, I believe that let him change to New York or Los Angeles, it will definitely make the market there more prosperous... ”

This man talks and scolds Fang Qiu, but what he says is that the entire NCA league is a business simulation game, and all the chefs and even teams in the league are tools at his mercy.

This bald man with glasses is none other than Adam Shaw, the vice president of the alliance who is Stern's most important disciple and whom he sees as his successor.

However, after listening to Xiao Hua's opinion, Stern just shook his head.

"Adam, the league needs to be commercialized, but it can't be fully commercialized, so when the time is right, I'll let the league take control, but there are times when it's not appropriate, like now.

I'm retiring next year, and you're going to take over as president soon, so take a long-term view.

After all, the NCA is a competitive league, and competition needs to be balanced and fair. If you manage the NCA as a business, and which employee wins the award is up to the league, who likes to watch such a game? ”

Xiao Hua did not insist on his opinion.

"You're right, teacher."

Xiao Hua respectfully withdrew from the president's office, and when the door closed, the respect on his face disappeared instantly, turning into a disapproving look.

He glanced back at the closed president's office and said coldly.

"Teacher, times have changed.

And you can't keep up with the changing times, and now it's a world where money is paramount.

Fair? As long as I can make more money for the bosses of those teams, I'm just! ”

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Five days went by in a flash.

Soon it was overtime, and the Cavaliers had arrived in Miami ahead of schedule, but careful reporters found that there was no Qian Chen among them.

Could it be that this super rookie of the Celestial Empire thought that he couldn't win, so he simply quit!?

This is earth-shattering news!

The reporters went on a rampage in an instant, and they scrambled to the Cavaliers, surrounding the management and the players.

The team members don't know the inside story, but the management keeps it secret.

But it doesn't matter.

What does the media do best? Isn't what you're best at adapting and making up?

So a piece of hot reports came out.

The report distorted the facts, deliberately induced readers that Qian Chen did not follow the team's collective action, and made them think that Qian Chen deliberately did not go to Miami and became a shameful deserter.

At first, such remarks were just dismissed as rumors, after all, if Qian Chen really did this, the league might impose a lifetime ban on him.

However, as the time of the game approached, Qian Chen never appeared, and more and more people began to believe this statement.

Posts swearing Qian Chen as a shameful deserter began to appear frequently on the Internet.

Finally, there was still half an hour left for the game to start, but Qian Chen never appeared.

At this time, even the management of the Cavaliers was a little panicked.

Soon the referee came to the Cavaliers' rest area.

"Cavaliers, do you have any rosters? If he doesn't show up at the allotted game time, then we're going to have to judge your Cavaliers as a negative game. ”

Playing negatively means throwing in the towel, and the Heat will win without a fight.

The league has this rule, but it has never been used.

Because it's so humiliating. The team that dares to do this will definitely be regarded by the whole world as a bad breed that does not dare to fight, and its reputation will be completely rotten.

Mike Brown looked at General Manager Altman with a pleading look on his face, as if to say, 'Boss, what to do!?' Hurry up and get an idea! ’

Altman bit it.

"We're more..."

Before he could finish his sentence, an exclamation came.

"What do you see that?"

One of the team members pointed to the sky and shouted.

A great shadow skimmed through the sky.

It was a beautiful night, with a cloudless sky and stars shining, so the Heat chose to leave the roof open.

So that huge shadow is also clearly reflected in the eyes of the audience.

It's a flying dragon!

The huge and hideous dragon horns, the scales that seem to absorb the light in the vicinity in the dark, the sharp dragon claws, the wings that cover the sky and the sun, the cold and arrogant golden dragon eyes...

This is not only a mythical dragon, but also a demon dragon that symbolizes darkness and evil!

Dozens of state-of-the-art US warplanes had already taken to the skies, circling around the dragon. However, as if afraid, they did not dare to get too close, allowing the dragon to swagger over the stadium.

At this time, as if receiving some order, the group of fighters suddenly returned en masse.

In the face of this scene beyond common sense, the audience at the scene and in front of the screen couldn't help but exclaim.

When this magic dragon appeared, the whole world seemed to change its style, making it completely unfamiliar.

At this time, on the back of the demon dragon, Joan of Arc, who was wearing pitch-black armor and long silver-white hair, said to the figure standing behind her with a teasing expression.

"Hey, it's time to get off the bus."

The man nodded, and then jumped down without waiting for the dragon to land.

Bang!

Although the figure's movements were extremely light, the massive gravitational acceleration of a dozen stories still caused him to fall like a cannonball, smashing the solid floor into a large crater.

However, this figure stood up straight as if nothing happened, walked in front of the knights, and then lifted the cloak, revealing Qian Chen's dusty but energetic face.

"I*, Boss, why are you?!"

Owen couldn't help but scream.

Naturally, this figure will not be someone else, it is Qian Chen himself.

Qian Chen nodded at him, and then said to General Manager Altman and Head Coach Brown.

"Qian Chen, return to the team now."

Altman breathed a sigh of relief and said to the dumb-looking referee next to him.

"Sorry, we don't have to change the list now."