Chapter 1328 The Rock-Paper-Scissors Machine Worth Two Million

"I, I, I, Boss." Paul jumped up immediately, raised his hand and shouted.

"Russell, what did the boss say?"

Harden was selected for the All-Stars for the first time, and he was confused, but he couldn't let go of the benefits, so he quickly raised his hand and asked Westbrook next to him.

"AMVP, the boss decides who to give it to." Westbrook laughed.

"Wow!"

Harden's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran to Li Ba and shouted: "Boss, give it to me, I am the most suitable."

"Rookie, do you have what I want?"

Paul glared at Harden, yelled at Harden, and then shouted at Li Ba:

"Boss, you have to treat everyone equally! This kid took my position in the Suns, and now he wants to take my AMVP. This is not okay."

It would have been better if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, Li Ba's two younger brothers stood up. Isn't it fair? We are also your younger brothers.

Paul looked at David Lee and the turtle, feeling like a dog, why did they come out in a group?

To be honest, among all the younger brothers, he was the only one who was not legitimate. He was suppressed by Chandler and had to recognize Li Ba as the boss, and he did not get the approval of others.

Griffin wanted to stand up and fight, but it seemed that he could not beat these guys alone, so he gave up.

Kobe looked gloating and glanced at Li Ba, what are you going to do?

Duncan and Parker sat together, and they were now in the same boat and did not ask about external affairs.

Li Ba now realized the trouble of having too many younger brothers. One AMVP was not enough, so he thought of a way.

"A great way to decide the victory, there is only one chance, cherish it." He said seriously.

Seeing Li Ba's serious expression, Paul and others became serious and the atmosphere was heated.

"Boss, what is the way to decide the victory? Draw a gun and shoot?" Harden shouted with a blow on his beard.

Glancing at everyone solemnly, Li Ba uttered a word: "Scissors-paper-scissors."

Damn, everyone in the Western All-Star locker room was knocked down by this sentence.

Li Ba raised his right hand and said, "Rock, Paper, Scissors, one punch determines the winner, let's start."

Well, there was no other way, Paul and the others immediately gathered together, four people in pairs, fighting each other.

Paul and Harden were a pair, guessing first.

"I'll count one, two, three, and you punch when you count to three." Li Ba, as the referee, announced the rules: "One punch determines the winner."

"One!" he shouted.

Paul and Harden were like two fighting cocks, staring at each other's eyes, their nerves were tense, one hand was hidden behind their backs, thinking about what to do next.

"Two!" Li Ba shouted again.

Paul and Harden's eyes shrank.

"Two and a half." Li Ba shouted again.

Huh, Paul and Harden punched at the same time.

"Haha..." The others burst into laughter.

"Boss, are you kidding us?" Paul shouted at Li Ba.

"I won!" But Harden shouted excitedly at this time.

Paul looked down quickly. He had played hammer and Harden had played paper. How could he admit it? He shouted, "It's not time yet. We played too early. Let's do it again!"

Harden opened his mouth and looked at Li Ba.

Li Ba was already laughing and sitting on the chair. He waved his hand and asked to wait for him to stop laughing.

"We'll do it ourselves." Paul said angrily after being fooled by Li Ba.

"Come on." Harden said.

The two started again and punched at the same time when they counted to three. Paul played scissors and Harden played paper again.

"I won!" Paul shouted excitedly.

"It doesn't count. You played later than me. Let's do it again." This time it was Harden's turn to refuse.

The two couldn't argue, so they had to find Li Ba again.

Li Ba thought about it, saw the trash can next to him, and quickly took it over, removed the bottom of the bucket, and said to everyone proudly:

"Do you know what this thing is called?"

"Trash can, a trash can without a bottom." Paul said unhappily.

"Haha..." Everyone in the locker room laughed again.

"You fool, this is a rock-paper-scissors machine. I tell you, this invention can be sold for 2 million RMB in patent fees in China. Is it still called a trash can now?" Li Ba said disdainfully.

"Two million?" Everyone took a breath.

Paul looked carefully at the trash can in Li Ba's hand. It was still a trash can, a bad trash can that was not worth two cents.

"A bunch of ignorant people, let me tell you how to use this thing."

After a contemptuous sentence, Li Ba explained the use of this thing, and everyone understood what the so-called two million rock-paper-scissors machine was.

"Did it really sell for two million?" Paul asked in confusion.

"Fool, that's a plot in the movie." Li Ba said.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed immediately.

Paul's face was dark. This damn fake boss always played tricks on him.

"What are you playing?" At this time, the door was pushed open and someone shouted.

Everyone saw that it was Jordan who came in, followed by several NBA stars who had retired for many years.

"What is this?"

Jordan walked to Li Ba with a cigar in his mouth, and asked curiously while looking at the trash can in the latter's hand.

"Hey, Michael, do you want to invest in this business?" Li Ba raised the trash can.

Jordan looked up and down at this thing in confusion, it looked so familiar!

He knew that Li Ba's business was doing very well. The prospects of Senbei Restaurant and Senbei Wine Trading Company were very bright, but Li Ba did not invite him to these two businesses, which made him very regretful. What kind of business is this now?

"What is it? What are the investment prospects? Why did you invite me to invest this time?" He asked several questions in a row.

"Puff!"

Before Li Ba answered, everyone else burst into laughter.

Jordan was not stupid. He immediately understood that Li Ba was playing him. He said unhappily: "Iron Hammer, you are too much. You didn't find me for a profitable business, but now you are playing me, right?"

"What the hell is this? I think it looks familiar." He snatched the trash can from Li Ba's hand and looked at it again.

"Michael, isn't this just a trash can? Look, there is another one here." Dameng said and kicked a trash can next to him.

"..." Jordan stared at Li Ba, his face darkened.

"Haha..." Everyone laughed.

"Michael, do you still need money? Nike gives you at least 50 million US dollars every year. Do you need my investment?" Li Ba immediately began to divert attention.

"Nike is Nike, I am me, who would complain about having too much money?" Jordan was distracted and stopped worrying about the trash can in his hand.

"OK, I will definitely invite you next time if I have a chance." Li Ba said quickly.

"It's a deal." Jordan nodded.

With the rock-paper-scissors machine, the following rock-paper-scissors went smoothly. Paul defeated Harden, and the turtle defeated David Lee. The two of them made it to the finals respectively. In the end, Paul won and knocked down the turtle holding scissors with one punch.