The Suns practice arena in Phoenix, Arizona, was empty with only security and janitorial staff as the team had gone to the San Antonio, Texas spurs.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" The black security guard saw a middle-aged white man in an Armani suit walking straight into the stadium, and quickly stopped him and said.

"I don't even know you? I'm Li Mojie's agent, you can Google it yourself, don't waste my time, I'm going to find that old man from Ryan. ”

"Looking for a general manager? Hey, you wait. The black security guard was about to take out his phone and search it, but Fleischer had already gone inside.

"What's wrong?" Jack, the assistant to the general manager next to him, saw two people facing each other at the door of the arena and walked over and asked.

"This man said he was Mo Jacques's economic man, and I told him to wait, and he had to go inside." The security guard pointed at Fleischer and said.

"Oh, it's Mr. Eric, are you here?" Jack had met Fleicher and said to the security guard. "It's nothing, you go get busy first, I'll take Mr. Eric with me."

"Hmph, I just accompanied Mo Jie to you for a trial that day, but I didn't expect to forget about me now." Eric said with a cold snort.

"Where, maybe he didn't recognize it for a while." Jack said with a snort.

"Has he forgotten, or have you forgotten? I remember the day when Mojie and I came to Phoenix, how welcoming you were, now? I can't even get in front of the stadium, hey, it seems that the only thing that hasn't changed is the death-hot weather in Phoenix! Fleischel squinted at Jack and said with something in his words.

"Hey, Mr. Eric, you, what's the matter with your visit to the arena today?" Jack was naturally overwhelmed in the face of an old Jianghu like Fleicher, and quickly changed the topic and asked.

"Hmph, I'm looking for that old thing from Ryan." Eric said with a cold snort again.

"Oh, you're looking for the general manager, he's in the office, I'll take you there." Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead, automatically ignored Fleicher's name, and walked towards the office with Fleicher.

"Knock knock." Jack knocked a few times on the door of the general manager's office.

"Come in." A male voice with a Texas accent came from inside.

"Please." Jack opened the door, and Fleischl didn't shirk it, and walked straight in.

"Oh, it's Eric, what's the matter?" Ryan looked up from the computer screen, took off his glasses, and looked at Fleicher sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

"Of course there are things, you know, I'm Mo Jie's agent, I'm very busy, he has too many business contracts, you know? He's got more endorsement deals than all of you Suns combined. Fleischl gestured with his arms outstretched.

"Well, why did you come to me today?" Ryan didn't bother and asked straight to the point.

"I'm here to suggest you one thing, take that Eric Bledsoe and Golan, Gran what? Dragic? Trade out. Fleischer said as he leaned back in his chair and tilted his head.

"Oh? I'm sorry, they're all important players for the Suns, they can't be traded, and I'm the general manager of the Suns, so I don't need guidance for who goes and who stays. Ryan wiped his lenses and replied coldly.

"Don't you know that these two overlap with Mo Jacques' functions?" Fleischel shouted as he stared at Ryan.

"Oh? Where there is overlap, one of them is a point guard, the other is a point guard, the other is a point guard, and Marc Jab is a small forward, I don't think there is any overlap. Ryan said calmly.

"Don't fool me with your set, you know what I'm talking about, there's only one ball, and now the balls are in the hands of the two of them, what do you want Mo Jie to do?" Fleischel was furious and shouted.

"That's up to him to fight for it, Kobe Bryant also started from the bench back then, didn't he?" Ryan stared at Fleischel and refused to back down.

"Then there's nothing to talk about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Ryan waved his hand.

"Hehe, what did you say when you chose Mo Jie's champion? The core of the team, now this is the core that averages 8 shots per game? Are you looking for what the media is saying about him now? The next Milicic? Fleischer smacked and stood up.

'It's just pre-season, you know, the tactics are still working on and Mojab still needs to adapt to the way the team plays, he needs to be more gregarious and it's not going to make everybody fit in with him. Ryan said, sitting on the back of his chair.

"I see, that's your attitude now, isn't it? Good, good. Fleischel stood up and glared at Ryan for a few seconds, then turned and walked away quickly.

Ryan saw Fleichel leaving, rubbed his temples, sighed distressedly, and Jack on the side came up and asked with concern, "Manager, can you just send him like this?"

"You're still too young, Jack, you don't know this old guy's notoriety with the Timberwolves, if you take it easy, he's going to get an inch."

"So, is that really the case on Mo Jay's side?" Jack nodded and continued to ask.

"Alas, I'm also distressed, who should I trade? It's a big deal to deal with anyone. Ryan shook his head and said.

On the other side, Fleicher, who walked out of the door of the stadium, directly took two cars and said to the driver: "Neville's café." ”

In order to create a rustic and elegant atmosphere, the café is paved with wooden floors, and the interior design is mainly based on comfortable and harmonious lighting, with warm pale yellow tones; In such a coffee shop, you can enjoy a calm state of mind, a simple and nostalgic feeling.

But at this moment, Fleischl was not in the mood to feel this, and looked around as soon as he entered the café, "Sir, where are you sitting?" The waiter immediately came up and asked.

"I was looking for someone, ah, I found it." Fleihill found the person he had asked for and walked over without stopping.

"Oh, Eric, it's been a long time, you see you're still so impatient, come and calm down and order a cup of coffee, the Blue Mountain coffee here is the most authentic I've drunk all over the country." A middle-aged white male recommended Fleicher.

"I don't like coffee, but I do have some tea from China that I can give you a try. Don't say that, Frank, you kid has gone from being a small reporter to now the editor-in-chief of Newsweek. ”

"I'm just lucky, what's the matter with me? Erik, you've recently found a big donor! Frank asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Of course there is something good to take care of you, a big news." Fleischel smiled at Frank and said.

"Oh? What's the big news? "Frank was born as a young journalist, and now he is interested, and he is still very interested in journalism.

"Is the news that the Suns head coach and players are squeezing out the yellow race together is exciting enough?" Fleischel sneered and whispered.

"What? Are you sure? Frank is not calm, of course he knows who the yellow man is, and it is because he knows that he knows how high the topic and attention of this yellow person is.

"Yes, Hornacek and Granda Djic are both white, so the two of them have joined forces to squeeze out Li Mojie." Fleischel said with an unchanged face.

"Really? Is this a racial discrimination? What about the evidence? Frank stared at Fleichel and whispered in confirmation.

"I'm Marc Jergy's agent, and I'm a righteous white man, isn't what I'm saying evidence?" Fleichel didn't shy away at all, and said.

"Yes, you're the client's agent. Then I know, tomorrow, the news will be in our newspaper, and it will be available on our Phoenix TV station. Frank laughed, does it matter if this news is true or not? This kind of thing, as long as there are parties who pay enough attention, it is enough, as long as there is attention, the newspaper can be sold, and someone reads it, so I don't care so much.

"So. Happy working together? "Happy cooperation, you can tell me the details." Frank and Fleischel shook hands and said.

Two hours later, Fleischer came out of the café and sneered in the direction of the Suns' arena. Li Mojie's recent situation is very clear to him, even if Li Mojie doesn't bring it up, he has to do it himself.

After all, since being fired by Garnett, he has been in a semi-unemployed state, only two or three kittens under his hands, and now it is difficult to get a financier, you must know that the Chinese have become richer and richer in recent years, and the atmosphere and boldness of the endorsement from China this summer are almost scaring themselves silly. There are still people doing things now? I haven't been in this alliance for too long, and I forgot about Lao Tzu, right?

Although Li Mojie just told Don to talk about his ball control, Fleischer doesn't care so much, he and Li Mojie have a relationship of both glory and loss, and someone robs Li Mojie's ball possession, which is to cut off his Uncle Fleicher's financial route, and cutting off people's financial routes is like killing his parents, he will not show mercy!