"Kwame. Brown has to apologize to us, he went so far as to call all our journalists bastards, he's clearly discriminating professionally, he's insulting our entire journalist profession, if he doesn't apologize, I'd love to meet him in court, I'm sure the federal judges will teach him a lesson he'll never forget! ”

"Kwame. Does Brown think that he is now a big man, a superstar in the NBA, and can get the league's top salary in the next contract, so he can talk nonsense and curse casually, but I can sue you very responsibly, you are still far behind! Look at your honor book! You didn't even get a fucking scoring title, not even a rebounding title, a block title, as for the championship ring, the regular season MVP, the Finals MVP, he didn't even touch the edge, and the highest honor you achieved was nothing more than leading the team to the Finals, and even so, it was because he had one of the greatest players in NBA history standing next to him - Michael. Mr. Jordan, if Michael. Jordan, he can't even make the playoffs, how can he talk about the finals? ”

"Kwame. Brown is a big liar, full of lies, and his lies can even be seen by a three-year-old child, and he is still thinking that he has a plan, and he said that he didn't know what happened, and within three minutes, he himself was exposed, and he told what happened the day before, a fool like him, a liar king like him, I don't know Ivanka, who is known for her wisdom and beauty. How Trump took a fancy to him, Donald, who is known for his cunning. How could Trump have let his daughter marry this bastard. I think they must regret it now! ”

"Larry. Brown trades Kwame. Brown is definitely doing a very right thing like Kwame. Brown's bad character is definitely an unstable factor in the locker room, maybe one day it will suddenly explode and blow up the team directly......"

"The Wizards' infighting incident is said to be Chauncey. Billups leads, but I'd like to say Chauncey. Does Billups have that strength, does he have that ability? The core and boss of the Wizards is Kwame. Brown if you don't get Kwamei. With Brown's support, who can lead the team to fight collectively? Take a step back and say, even if Chauncey. Billups has that ability, that qualification. But Chauncey. Is Billups that bad? Such a thing can only be done like Kwame. A bastard like Brown can do that......"

“……”

Larry. Brown and Oni. Granfurd came up with a very shoddy official narrative to deal with the influx of media, but it was largely useless. Because I successfully attracted the firepower of the media, the "bastard" I scolded the reporters completely made me leak under the guns of those sub-media. Brown's name has once again been the target of much media spit.

The next morning, I finished breakfast, got dressed, and prepared to drive the Daktro. Milicic went to the stadium to train and grabbed a newspaper ordered by home. I'm going to see if there's anything new in their sarcasm about me today, and I'm thinking about whether I'll have a press conference this afternoon to give a short explanation. Suddenly, I heard my phone vibrating in my pocket, and when I picked it up, it was Charles. Barkley, this guy, I quickly pressed the answer button.

“he11o！ Kwamei, good morning, I think you're almost done with breakfast and you're going to the arena now, but I've just woken up now, and I really envy you for having such good energy. It's not like I'm getting old and can't move. "Charles. Barkley opened his mouth and said something unnutritious, then stretched and yawned on the other end of the line.

"Is there something wrong?" I listened to Charles. Barkley's nonsense asked.

"Something!" Charles. Barkley finally finished his long yawn and said in a somewhat casual tone, "Did you watch yesterday's TV show?" ”

"TV shows? What TV shows? I asked, surprised.

Yesterday I turned on the TV, and now all the sports channels are criticizing me for scolding reporters yesterday, so I went to the gym in a fit of rage. I didn't watch much of the TV shows.

"fu*k, what TV show? Oh my show! "NBA Insider"! You don't even fucking watch my show, I strongly despise you! "Charles. Barkley suddenly raised his voice on the other end of the phone, expressing a strong disdain for not watching his show.

"Oh?! As a rule. I rarely watch TV shows, whether it's sports or other programs, hehe, I'm really embarrassed! "I'm sorry!

"I'm sorry for you, you're an antique ......from 5oo years ago," said Charles. Barkley was expressing his opinion of me.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" In Charles. After Barkley poured out a lot of lessons to me, I finally pulled back to the center of the conversation.

"Even! That is true! Yesterday I was with Kenny. Smith was on the show, and he made a bet, Kenny said, you're a smart guy and good at dealing with the media, you're going to have a press conference today and apologize to those bastard reporters for what happened yesterday, and I said, your apology is going to be three days later, and you definitely won't apologize in three days, or I'll kiss his ass again, haha......" Charles. Barkley laughed, and then he shamelessly said to me, "Kwamei, you're not going to watch your brother kiss that donkey's ass again!" "Charles. Barkley is scolding Kenny in disguise. Smith is a donkey.

"Nima!" I scolded angrily: "Please! Top dog! Can we not bet on me! Do you want to kiss the ass of a donkey and don't use me as a cushion? After three days, do you want those reporters to smear me in various media during these three days? Do you think I don't have an advertising contract to sign and no advertising money to take? I yelled.

"Huh?" Charles. Barkley was suddenly stunned on the other end of the phone, and then suddenly said in a daze, "That...... That Kwame...... Are you still short of money? ”

"Nonsense! In this day and age, who is not short of money? I asked angrily.

"! You still don't let people live, you're fucking worth $13.5 billion, your daily liquidity is nearly 1o billion, you're the fifth richest person in the United States, you still have to fucking sign commercial contracts, endorse goods, get advertising money, do you fucking want people to live......" Charles. Barkley yelled frantically on the other end of the phone.

"What do you say? What is worth $13.5 billion? What is the 5th richest person in the United States? I asked, surprised.

"What the fuck are you pretending to be a bear! A month ago, in the Forbes list of the world's richest people, your assets were $13.5 billion, ranking fifth, don't you know? "Charles. Barkley said indignantly.

"Huh?" I suddenly remembered that about a month ago, my agent had told me about this and said that there were a lot of media outlets that wanted to interview me because I was busy training and asked Ivanka to do so. I didn't pay attention to the interview that Trump went to, and I didn't take it to heart.

"You're so fucking rich, do you still care about that advertising fee, that endorsement fee? And even if you care about those advertising fees, those endorsement fees, with your position in the financial market, just by relying on the chirping of those sports reporters, how much can affect you, now that company doesn't want to find you as a successful person to endorse......"

"If I were you, if any reporter dared to scold me, I would directly buy their newspaper and fire him, I would like to see if their jobs are important, or if it is important for them to live a good life......

Charles. Barkley was gushing and spitting stars, and his spittle stars were filled with endless envy and jealousy.

"That...... Charles...... Do you mean that I don't care about those reporters at all? I asked weakly.

"Nonsense! Now it's those reporters chasing and interviewing, no matter how you scold them, beat them, they will still run after you, why do you want to apologize to them, if it was me, I would just ban them, they all scolded me, and they still want to interview me, fuck ......" Charles. Barkley is scolding indignantly!

"Are you sure there won't be a problem?" I asked again.

"I'm pretty sure you're a great meal right now, and those reporters are a bunch of buzzing flies who need to feed themselves, so how can there be any problems......" Barkley gritted his teeth and made promises to me.

I let out a long breath of turbidity, thought for a while, and then said seriously: "Charles, I decided to collectively ban the media who scolded me and ridiculed me yesterday, what do you think?!" ”

"Huh?" Charles on the other end of the phone. Barkley was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly shouted loudly: "Kwamei, you are amazing! You are my idol! You're my ......."

Charles. Barkley was celebrating wildly, yes! It's a celebration! He seems to have accomplished a much-anticipated feat.

Charles. Barkley finally calmed down, and then he said calmly in excitement: "Kwame! You can do it with confidence! I'll find a few old friends, and I'll get them to stand in solidarity with you! This time, it will definitely make those reporters unable to eat and walk around......"

Hang up Charles. Barkley called and I called my agent, David. Hunt's call: "David, I'd like to have a press conference in the afternoon......"

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