On the sofa in a luxurious building sat a Caucasian man in his 30s, dressed very fashionably, and at first glance he knew that he was a successful person. He was wearing a suit, trousers, and shiny black leather shoes. Who was he talking to on the phone at the moment: "Hey, hello Mr. Ed-Sneijder, Merry Christmas." By the way, can you give me affirmation about what I told you last time? ”

Ed Sneijder, if not wrong, should be Mr. Sneijder, the owner of the 76ers, is he calling Mr. Sneijder? It seems that this is really a person with a very high status, and he even calls the owner of the 76ers so freely.

An old man's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Hey! Hello! Merry Christmas, Mr. Smith! By the way, the last time you told me, was it the one you said to recommend someone to my team? ”

The man here looked a little angry and said, "Oh my God, Mr. Sneijder, you still don't take me seriously. Well, in that case, Mr. Sneijder, that's it, if you don't agree, forget it, I'll ask for help from someone else. He was about to hang up.

And the other end immediately said, "Don't, Mr. Smith, look, it's Christmas, don't embarrass me, okay?" I'm really sorry. The recent game has been a bit intense and we need to clean up the team. However, I will definitely help you with your request, but he still has to train, after all, this is the NBA, and the rules are quite strict, at least the meaning of the process has to go through a right. So, it may take some time, and I'll have someone tell him about it after a while. What do you think? ”

"No, no, Mr. Sneijder, I don't think I have to wait too long, all I want is for you to stamp it for me. I think I'm going to have to surprise him tonight, and you can book his training schedule yourself, as long as he can get into your team, that's what I want. Do you understand? Smith's words were a bit of a tough one.

The old man over there said helplessly: "Okay, I can arrange his training time after Christmas, because I have a group of foreign players here who are still training." So, what do you think about having him wait until a month from now, and then we'll put him in the team next season? I guess that's the best option. ”

Smith said coldly: "Okay, then about this chapter, can you send me an email within ten minutes?" I'm in a bit of a hurry. It looked like a commanding tone.

Snead knew it was supposed to be Smith's Christmas present to the man, and he didn't know what kind of person could make the Philadelphia tycoon do that. So he asked, puzzled, "Mr. Smith, may I ask what kind of person this person you want to help is?" Why would he deserve such help from you? ”

A smile appeared on Smith's lips, and he cocked his feet and said, "Mr. Sneijder, I think you may deny this man, but to be honest, I believe him. You'll know what kind of person he is when you meet him, and remember, don't be in a hurry to dismiss him, maybe he'll do something you don't expect. ”

"I'm really looking forward to seeing this man, even Mr. Smith spoke. It's really hard for me to deny this guy, don't worry, Mr. Smith, I'll take care of it, and as for getting into the team, it may really have to wait until next season. Snead said apologetically.

Smith got up from the couch and smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Sneijder, thank you then." Please send me an email, I still have to go home to spend Christmas Eve with my son. Sneijder over there said, "Okay, just wait a minute, that's it, goodbye!" Smith. ”

As they both hung up, a smile appeared on Smith's face. He slowly approached the window, and right under his eyes was a panoramic view of a place in Philadelphia, and watching the snowflakes fall below reminded him of his past. That unforgettable memory has always been there:

Fifteen years ago, Anthony Smith was 19 years old, and he had nothing. But, one day, suddenly, he became a rich man, a rich man who suddenly came to him. Because he helped an old man, who just wanted to bring a flower to the graves of his wife and son.

Thinking about that day, Smith's mind suddenly fell into a deep memory. It was very cold in Philadelphia that day, it was the night before Christmas, and it seemed that there was still heavy snow in the sky, and it had snowed heavily the day before anyway, and the roads were covered. Smith happened to pass a small street where his family lived next to a cemetery in the suburbs, which at the time was arguably the poorest place in Philadelphia.

Passing through the small street that day, he saw an old man, who seemed to have difficulty walking in the snow, but he was strong, and he looked about 70 years old. Wearing a tattered cotton jacket and holding two roses in his hands, he looked very pitiful. A few young men about the same age as him walked by, and they didn't bother to pay attention to the old man who was like a beggar, and they just went home to enjoy the warm fire.

Smith thought he had to help the old man and take him to his house to make a fire, and maybe he would survive this Christmas. Rather than seeing a corpse tomorrow, he might as well see a living person, and his thoughts may decide a person's fate. So he resolutely went to the old man's place.

He looked at the very poor old man and asked, "Hello, old man, may I help you?" ”

The old man suddenly raised his head and looked at Smith with a panicked expression, and he hid the roses in his hand behind him, because he was afraid that his roses would be snatched away by Smith. Smith saw the old man's concerns, and he hurriedly explained, "I'm not a bad person, I want to ask if you need my help?" I think I can help you. ”

The old man should have understood Smith's words, and he nodded and said, "Yes, I need help." It's Christmas Eve tonight, and I want to give these two roses to my wife and son personally, but the snow here is so thick that I can't go up. ”

Smith nodded and asked, "Where are your wife and son?" I think I can help you. ”

The old man pointed to the grave in front of him and said, "They are lying in that place, it is a car accident, and I give them roses every Christmas, because they are very fond of roses." It's just that this year's snow is too big for me to walk on. ”

After hearing this, Smith turned his back to the old man and said, "Sir, I want you to come up on my back and I can make a transport." I can help you, come on! The old man hesitated for a moment, and then he decisively got on Smith's thin back, and Smith dragged the old man's body slowly up the grave mountain.

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