The next morning, Leon woke up at five o'clock and was going to visit the team's head of development, Michael Carr, at the Celtics' headquarters to get his first job after entering the plane.

After a brief wash in the bathroom, Leon did not wake Khomeenez, of course he did not know that Khomemenes had not slept almost all night.

Downstairs, Leon found two pieces of clothing scattered on the sofa in the living room, one was a woman's red shawl and the other was a man's sports jacket. Leon looked at the door again, and there were two more pairs of shoes, and it seemed that Khomeenez's roommate had returned in the middle of the night.

Leon went to the kitchen and made himself another chicken sandwich, and by the way, made one for Homonys, and added an egg to the pan.

Before leaving, Leon left a note on his desk, thanking Ayatollah Khamenes for staying for the night, and telling Ayatollah that he would contact her again when he had a job at the Celts.

After that, Leon packed up and headed out to the headquarters of the Boston Celtics, the Celtic Building at 226 Coatsway Street.

With the last dozen dollars in his pocket, Leon flagged down a taxi and headed for Boston's North Side, where the Celtics building is located.

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Boston's North End is not an area corresponding to the Southside, but a place name for Boston, the so-called "North-end", which is the northeasternmost corner of the entire Old Town of Boston, located on a delta at the confluence of Boston Strait and the Charles River.

This is Boston's most famous district, home to not only the oldest downtown buildings in the United States, but also a beautiful harbor and Quincy Market, full of restaurants and cafes. Of course, the Boston Celtics' former home turf, Boston Garden Square, and the newest arena, North Shore Gardens, are also built in North-end, bringing together the best of Boston's history and life.

The taxi driver drove onto the Storo Ring Road and sped east along the Charles River, and Leon sat in the taxi and looked at the Charles River, which was getting closer and wider from the mouth of the sea from west to east, and his mood couldn't help but be cheerful.

After two months, his life finally began to improve a little. The troubles with the underworld don't seem to bother him for the time being, because he spent two months in prison completely severing his past self, and those friends, women, enemies and even relatives in the past have disappeared from his life, everything is starting from scratch, and now he is finally about to take the first step.

"It turned out to be basketball...... I never thought I'd work in basketball. Leon sighed in his heart, originally his expectation was to be the same as himself in his previous life, engaged in the old profession of finance, although it is very, very difficult with the current body's education and age, but as long as his intelligence and knowledge are still there, these are not problems.

Or Leon also hopes that he can work in psychology, because he wants to get his memories back, and if he can, he wants to be able to take them back to China, to the homeland of his soul.

But for now, it seems that he is going further and further down another road, like this taxi in which he is speeding towards the headquarters of the Celts.

Just as Leon was in the fugue, Mr. Driver spoke, a driver who wore glasses and looked a little bookish, he half-turned his head to Leon and asked, "Sir, are you an employee of the Celtics?" Things haven't been good for your team lately. ”

It seems that the other party thinks of himself as a Celtic employee, but if he can get a job there, then he will naturally be a Celtic employee.

So Leon nodded slightly, and whether he would be a cleaner or a porter when he went?

Seeing Leon nodding, the driver suddenly came to his senses, and kept asking Leon what kind of work he did at the Celtics, and finally Leon really had no choice but to say: "This is my first day working at the Celtics, and I was introduced by others, and I don't know what I will do when I get there." ”

The driver listened with an understanding expression, but this did not shut him up, on the contrary, he opened the conversation.

It turns out that this driver has been a Celtics fan since he was a child, he is 39 years old this year, he has been watching basketball games with his father since the end of the first Celtics dynasty in 1969, and he has been a Celtics fan since he first walked into Boston Garden Square, because the atmosphere is simply amazing.

After that, he accompanied the Celtics through 30 years of ups and downs, from a yellow-haired boy to a thankful uncle, witnessed the Celtics' strength in the 70s, the glory of the 80s and the loneliness of the 90s, and now his hobby is to chat with guests about basketball and Celtics in the taxi.

"Are you from Boston? Do you remember the 1987 finals against the Pistons? Oh, you should have been young then, teenagers? I was married, and I was taking my wife and my daughter to watch the game in the garden, and Game Five, you know, we were down and the Pistons still had the ball, and then, Bird broke the ball! I was holding my daughter and almost threw her out! Hahahaha! The driver talked about Bird's thief of the century in 1987, and his eyebrows were still fluttering, almost dancing.

Leon had to sweat and remind him to keep his hands on the steering wheel.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so excited, I'm sorry......" The driver apologized embarrassedly.

It seems that this driver has a lot of knowledge of the Celtics' team history and players, Leon carefully observed him, he was indeed about 40 years old, his head began to fall, there was an open space in the middle of the yellow hair of a punch, and the hair on the right sideburn was still curled, and he looked like a raunchy guy. Wearing a beige casual suit, with narrow shoulders and a big belly, it looks like he hasn't exercised for a long time.

Leon couldn't help but ask curiously, "Do you like to play basketball?" ”

Hearing Leon's question, the driver, who was originally proud of his knowledge of Celtic history, immediately stopped talking, his expression was also a little embarrassed, and he smiled and said, "I...... I've never played basketball. You don't know, if I go on the pitch, it's a disaster, since I was a kid I was so bad at sports that I could only be a spectator. ”

Leon shook his head and said, "Then why do you like basketball so much, how can you experience his fun if you don't play it yourself." ”

Hearing Leon say this, the driver suddenly became a little excited, and he raised his voice an octave and said, "Why can't you experience the fun of basketball if you don't play?" Playing in person and watching the game as a spectator mean the difference! It's because I'm a sports idiot that I love to sit on the sidelines and watch those geniuses perform. I remember when I was very young, I dreamed of one day being able to stand on the garden floor and play for the Celtics, only to find out that I wasn't that material at all. But I still love basketball, I love the Celtics, I love the feeling of watching the game on the sidelines, I love the joy of winning. Tell you that the people who watch the game are just as important as the people who play them, which is why basketball is so attractive and strong! ”

The driver's words turned out to be speechless, he was also a sports idiot in his previous life, and although his current body is a boxer, he is still a little repulsed by sports, and he doesn't know what a group of people are running around for.

"The pupils are dilated, the neck is red, the blood vessels are thickened and exposed, and the heartbeat should be 30 percent faster, and it looks very exciting." Leon looked at the driver's appearance and thought in his heart, the driver's words undoubtedly touched him, because judging from his expression, he was serious.

He had asked Khomemenes similar questions and received similar answers, a feeling that Leon could not comprehend, and he thought that perhaps in the future, he must feel what it was like.

Seeing that he was about to reach his destination, Leon suddenly remembered Michael Carr mentioned by Auerbach, and he asked Leon to go to the Celtic headquarters to find him, but so far he didn't know anything about this Karl, so he asked the taxi driver: "Do you know Michael Carr?" ”

The driver cupped his eyes, smiled and said, "Are you testing me?" Michael Carr, of course I know, M.L. Carr, Michael Leon Carr, the towel master on the bench, he's the NBA player who can do the most on the bench and contribute to the team! Of course I'm not sarcastic, he's really good at swinging the towel and he's playing very tough, oh sure, the Celtic players are tough guys. Also, his free throws in Game 5 of the 1981 Eastern Conference Finals were also important, when we almost went home. ”

When it comes to the old players of the Celtics, the old driver is energetic again, but Leon is not concerned about Karl's past, but about Karl's present.

Carl now seems to have his own business in Alabama, and he also works part-time as the Celtics' head of development, which is mainly responsible for evaluating and scouting new players. Of course, I've heard, but it's just hearsay, that the real power for Celtic to scout new players is in the hands of their player, Leon Popper...... And their relationship ......"

The driver master obviously not only knows the past history of the Celtics, but also knows a little about some of the current gossip, and it seems that he is really a die-hard Celtic fan.

By the time the driver finished all the gossip, the car had arrived at Celtic's headquarters, a red building on Cowsway Street, and not far from it was the North Shore Garden Arena, the home of the Celtics.

When he got out of the car, the driver waived Leon's fare, and when he left, he said to Leon: "Come on boy, I hope you can make a little contribution to the rise of the Celtics!" Even if you are a cleaner, and the Celts will become stronger in the future, you will also have your credit, then my fare will not be in vain! ”

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and left. Leon was left standing there silently thinking: Am I really that much like a cleaner?