Chapter 19: Cousin Cousin

November 2, 2007, 5 p.m. on the West Coast of the United States.

The Warriors' game against the Spurs starts at 7:30 p.m., but Chamberlain and others have to enter the game early, because for the Warriors' home arena, Oracle Arena, this game is the season opener, and there are some opening ceremonies to be held.

In order to facilitate the transportation of Chamberlain, Samael bought a car, and at the former's strong request, the model was designated as a Hummer off-road vehicle, but when the car purchased by the last one arrived, Chamberlain found that the car was a Ford Mustang.

They are all horses, but the Hummer and the Mustang are not the same thing, not that the latter is of low grade, in fact, the Ford Mustang was born as a sports car, and in the first few years of this car, owning a Ford Mustang was the pride of Americans, which was much more awesome than the Hummer.

The problem is that the Ford Mustang has been born a little bit for a long time, this car was launched by Ford in 1963, and this year, it is 44 years old......

When he saw the wrecked car, Chamberlain didn't know that it was his car, so he laughed at Samael for picking it up from the garbage heap. As a result, Samael sympathetically told him that he would be going to take this garbage truck back and forth between the stadium and his family in the future.

Hearing the sad news, Chamberlain was speechless and stared at the classic car, which was about the same age as his father, and lost his voice for a long time.

"I want a Humvee, not a Mustang!" Chamberlain slapped the car like a child and yelled.

Samael reminded him: "Your strength is a little smaller, be careful to break this car apart, do you know how much this car costs?" Four thousand dollars! ”

"I want a Humvee, not a Mustang!" Chamberlain screamed louder, but slapped the car much less, as if caressing the classic car.

Samael reminded him again: "Z, you must have a conscience to be a man, since I became your damn agent, I haven't made a penny, your mother, until now the money for your rent is still mine, if you chirp crookedly, then take a taxi to the stadium yourself." ”

Chamberlain immediately relented, and he smiled flatteringly at Samael: "Just kidding, North, don't be so excited. But this car is really dangerous, I am the future NBA number one superstar, can you rest assured that I will entrust my life to such a car? ”

Samael smiled arrogantly and said, "Don't worry, this car is absolutely fine, and besides, do you know who the previous owner of this car is?" ”

Chamberlain shook his head, and Samael slapped the front cover of the car vigorously and shouted, "It's Wilt Chamberlain!" This is one of Wilt Chamberlain's cars that I managed to find with great difficulty. You're not having fun, Z, oh shit! ”

Samael slapped the front cover of the car with too much force, and he flipped one of the windshield wipers out.

Because there was no money to invest, Chamberlain had to compromise and take this car to the stadium. Not surprisingly, from the moment the car appeared in the parking lot of the Oracle Arena, he became the object of ridicule.

Later, Chamberlain became more experienced, and instead of following Samael to the parking lot, he got off at the back door of the arena to try to avoid being discovered by too many people.

As usual, he got out of the car at the back door, and Chamberlain, who looked like a terminator with big sunglasses, hummed the tune of 'Ice Age' and prepared to enter the arena, but when he got out of the car, he saw someone making noise at the back door.

Generally speaking, each NBA arena has more than 20 doors, the most important of which are the front door and the back door, the front door is the largest, accommodating the main force of the fans, and the back door is the place where team personnel, reporters, and staff enter, from the front door, but can not enter the player's locker room.

Chamberlain looked at it and saw that it was two security guards who were pushing a man and a woman, this man and a woman were both Asian, the man Chamberlain didn't know, and the woman was too familiar, it was the beautiful reporter Li Qun who had a relationship.

Today, Li Qun changed his dress, the milky white lady's suit was replaced by a black suit, the slender legs were covered with flesh-colored transparent stockings, the hair was coiled behind his head, his delicate face was matched with a pair of rimless glasses, and his whole body revealed a little sexy in the rich intellectual beauty.

When Chamberlain came, Li Qun was theorizing with the two security guards: "...... There's nothing wrong with our press card, it's just been snatched away, you see, right? God knows, you were right in front of you when those bad guys snatched our interview cards just now, but you didn't do anything, but instead stopped us, is this your job duty? ”

The two security guards were both five big and three thick black strong men, and one of them, a man with a Mohican hairstyle, waved his hand impatiently: "Hurry up, you are not allowed to enter the stadium without a press card, this is our rule." As for who snatched your interview card, I don't care about this, that's a matter that only the strip is in charge of, we just know that you can enter the door if you have an interview card, and you can't ...... if you don't."

"Hey, man, be more graceful with the ladies, OK?" Chamberlain saw that the security guard wanted to push Li Qun, so he hurriedly squeezed forward to separate the two, he grabbed Li Qun's sexy and thin shoulders, then looked at the security guard, frowned, and said, "They are reporters, I can testify, why can't you go in?" ”

Seeing Chamberlain appear, Li Qun's pretty face showed a hint of surprise, she sighed, shrugged her shoulders and said, "Thank God for sending you, Lao Zhang, you have to help me administer justice." Just here and now, these two people wanted to check my press card, but when I handed it to them, they gave it to the reporter next to me and wouldn't let us in. ”

Facing Chamberlain, the two security guards couldn't get up, and as soon as they saw that Chamberlain and Li Qun knew each other, they immediately got out of the way and looked at Chamberlain with a look of fear.

As security guards, these people certainly knew Chamberlain, and in fact now Chamberlain has become the darling of all of San Francisco, relying on the magical triple-double and nearly twenty rebounds in the last game, he is known as the next Wilt Chamberlain, and it seems that all the basketball lovers in San Francisco have become his fans in an instant.

Chamberlain knew that in the early 20000s, when Yao Ming had just joined the Rockets and China had just set off an NBA craze, Chinese reporters were very popular among NBA teams. They all want to share in China's big cake, so of course they need Chinese journalists to help them publicize.

However, as the NBA gets hotter and hotter, and as more and more Chinese journalists enter the NBA, there are more and more contradictions and frictions: Chinese reporters take advantage of their positions to find stars to take photos and sign autographs, wantonly take pictures of stars, enter stadiums casually with fake press cards, and so on, resulting in the low status of Chinese journalists in the NBA today.

Compared with local journalists, Chinese journalists who speak English fluently, foreigners who only speak a second foreign language are themselves boycotted by locals. Coupled with the many irregularities of the country, the team's staff quickly lost their enthusiasm and patience with Chinese reporters.

Americans are different from Chinese, they do not have the word "work flexible" in their dictionary, in the early days they can turn a blind eye in order to publicize, and later as Chinese reporters get into more and more trouble, they are no longer polite, Chinese reporters to the NBA, except for some big names, most people see a "according to the rules" popsicle face.

And it's good to be able to do things according to the rules, and some gymnasium staff, such as the two big blacks now, deliberately bully the Chinese. This human virtue that the Chinese are accustomed to patience has become the basis for Americans to bully people again and again, which has to be said to be an irony.

In addition, there are people who take advantage of the Chinese's forbearance to make money, for example, this time, Chamberlain can guess what is going on, there must be tabloid reporters who do not have interview cards, but they stuffed money for these two security guards, so the security guards saw that Li Qun and the two were Chinese reporters, and when they checked the interview cards, they directly gave those tabloid reporters, which is very common.

Chamberlain is not the discipline inspection department of the Warriors, there is no need to embarrass these two big blacks, after all, the latter is also for mixed food, he is just a newcomer to the Warriors, and he can't do this kind of thing that blocks people's money, otherwise these big **** will be cornered, and maybe they can do something.

Seeing Chamberlain half-hugging Li Qun, the two security guards laughed and quickly got out of the way, Chamberlain took the two into the stadium, Li Qun said helplessly: "What if someone checks our interview card later?" Without a press card, we would still be kicked out. ”

In order to prevent chaotic personnel from entering the stadium, each media unit that has obtained permission to interview will be issued an interview card, and the stadium personnel will be like the conductor on the train, from time to time to verify, once unlicensed personnel are found, they will be directly driven out of the stadium, and there is no chance to make up the ticket.

Chamberlain smiled: "Don't worry, you don't need an interview card in our stadium in the future, just walk sideways!" ”

Hearing what he said about exaggeration, Li Qun laughed, she was originally beautiful, this smile was really like seeing the bright moon in the clouds, and the photographer who was traveling with her was stunned.

When Chamberlain met the stadium staff on the road, he introduced Li Qun to them, saying that this was his distant cousin, who had come to cheer him on. The staff had a 'we all understand' expression on their faces, and they might think of Li Qun as someone from Chamberlain.

When he walked into the arena, Chamberlain happened to meet Jackson, he pointed to Li Qun and introduced: "Wusheng, this is my distant cousin, if someone bullies her in the future, you remember to help me out." ”

Jackson glanced at Li Qun, stretched out his hand and shook her hand, and then said loudly: "Everyone come and see, this is Z's new girlfriend, everyone sees it, who will dare to bully her in the future, don't blame me Stephen Jackson for not being merciful to clean him up!" ”

Chamberlain and Li Qun were suddenly messy, and a group of people looked here curiously, and Chamberlain roared: "Martial saint, don't talk nonsense, this is my distant cousin, not my girlfriend!" ”

Li Qun stretched out his hands and wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say, but Jackson smiled and said, "Okay, okay, don't explain, we all understand, who doesn't have a distant cousin or something like that?" It's all men, they all understand! ”

Chamberlain didn't want a girl's reputation to be damaged because of himself, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Martial Saint, I swear to you, this is really not my girlfriend, I can swear to God......"

Jackson didn't wait for him to finish, looked at Li Qun impatiently, and asked, "Little girl, what year were you born?" ”

Li Qun subconsciously replied: "...... in 1985"

Without waiting for her to finish, Jackson patted Chamberlain's shoulder and said contemptuously: "Sample, you still want to fool me, don't think I don't know what to say, you guy was born in 1987, and I heard once that my cousin is two years older than my cousin!" ”

After saying that, Jackson whistled and walked away, Chamberlain looked at Li Qun and said in frustration: "Shit, I underestimated this guy's IQ!" ”