Chapter 297 Unparalleled Youth

"Hey, Amei, what should I do? I can't even buy scalper tickets..."

"Brother, don't worry, keep looking, keep looking, maybe you're lucky and a scalper will come to your door in the next second."

Two Chinese men and women were walking around in the crowd. The man had a mustache and was extremely handsome. The woman had a unique temperament, typical of a royal lady.

Beside them, there were two assistants, looking around like they were looking for thieves.

"Either look for Aaron, he's hanging around here." After searching for a long time, the two of them were already sweating profusely, Yu Jie said.

"Okay, I'll make a call." The handsome guy said quickly.

The two of them are like brothers and sisters. Actually, neither of them likes basketball when they come here. They have not been exposed to it much. There is no basketball atmosphere in Hong Kong. But after accidentally talking about this game, they both thought that the other party wanted to watch this game, so they wanted to get it. ticket.

"Aaron, can you hear me clearly?" The handsome guy shouted loudly after the call was connected.

"Ouch, it's so noisy, Ah Rong. I heard that you recently went to the United States to perform. Where are you now?"

"It's not polite to call me brother."

"Haha, okay, brother, brother, is that okay?"

"That's right. Aaron, I'm in New York now..."

"Ah, I'm filming in Los Angeles, otherwise I'd go to New York."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You've been here for so long, and now I want to get two tickets for the Knicks..."

"Oh, I see, it's so noisy. You're at Madison Square Garden now, right? I didn't expect you, brother, also like to watch basketball?"

"No, it's because Amei likes to watch."

"Amei?"

"We came here to perform together."

"I understand, let's do this. Just wait a moment and I'll ask the Knicks boss Fei Long to get you a ticket. No problem at all."

"Yes, that's right, it's that Fei Long. The Hong Kong media has reported it, and he's very familiar with you."

"Didn't you call me earlier?"

"We thought we could buy tickets.

When I came here, I realized that it was hard to get a ticket and there were no scalpers. "

"It's the playoffs. It's the Knicks, the most popular team in the NBA, and they're defending their dynasty this time. Can you beat the millions of people in New York? Okay, hang up now. You wait for my call."

At six o'clock, the Knicks bus arrived at Madison Square Garden and was surrounded by countless fans.

"Dynasty! Dynasty! Dynasty..."

A huge wave of sound surged through Madison Square Garden like a tsunami, and then spread throughout downtown Manhattan.

"Flying dragon! Flying dragon! Flying dragon..."

Zhao Dong threw away the headphones on his head, stood up from his seat, waved to the fans outside the window, and with a bang, the huge sound wave instantly reached another limit.

“Are these Americans crazy?”

Ah Rong and Ah Mei couldn't help but panic when they saw everyone around them shouting crazily. They had never seen such crazy fans during the concert.

"Look, is the person in that bus the flying dragon from Beijing?"

Amei had sharp eyes, and the bus happened to be less than fifty meters away from them, and she saw Zhao Dong.

"It seems like he is so popular here!" Arong sighed.

"Hong Kong media says he is a world-class sports superstar, but he seems to be a softie with a rich wife behind him." Amei laughed.

"Don't follow the media's nonsense. The media is not a good person. It's the same all over the world." Ah Rong, who is currently being attacked by the media, shook his head.

"But his wife is indeed rich. I heard that there are many investments in Hong Kong. Hutchison Whampoa, Hong Kong Electric Power, and many large companies have joined the board of directors. The media often reports that there is also an investment company of Storm Fund in Hong Kong." Amei smiled. .

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

Chenglong, who had just returned to the hotel, was a little confused and continued to call Zhao Dong.

The bus began to enter the underground parking lot. After Zhao Dong sat down, he found that his phone was vibrating. He saw that it was Chenglong's call.

"Brother Chenglong?"

"Ouch, Brother Feilong, I've called twenty times, brother, you finally answered."

"Haha, I came in from outside just now. It was too noisy and I didn't pay attention."

"Oh, you are entering the venue, no wonder. By the way, Brother Feilong, my two friends didn't buy tickets. Can you think of a way for me to get tickets?"

"Okay, my wife has reserved a VIP room here all year round and it's always vacant."

"That's great."

"They are outside, right? Then inform them and I will go to the entrance to pick them up now. Do they recognize me?"

"Ha, except the blind man, who doesn't know you now?"

"Okay, you ask them to go to entrance No. 1, and I'll hang up first."

A few minutes later, the bus stopped in the underground parking lot, and the players got off the bus with their bags. Zhao Dong handed the bag to Da Zhi, let his teammates get on first, and went to the entrance.

He came to entrance No. 1. There were very few people here. It was not like the crowds at other entrances because it was a VIP entrance.

"Hey, Fei Long."

"Hey, Arnold."

"Hey, Sylvester."

"Hey Liv, you're getting more and more attractive."

Celebrities and stars came in from time to time and greeted Zhao Dong. They only stood there for a few minutes before passing by Stallone, Schwarzenegger, beautiful stars Liv Tyler, Mariah Carey and others.

After waiting for more than ten minutes and dozens of acquaintances entering, he finally found the person he was waiting for.

"Zhang Guorong, Mei Yanfang?" Zhao Dong asked in surprise.

"Yes, hello Feilong, we asked Aaron to look for you. We're in trouble." Aaron smiled politely.

"No trouble, it's just a small matter. I like the magnificence of your cooperation very much."

After greeting each other, everyone started chatting as they headed inside.

"Are you coming to New York to shoot a movie or perform?" Zhao Dong asked casually.

"The performance just happened to coincide with your competition, so..." Leslie Cheung smiled.

"Oh, how is Hong Kong's economy now?" Zhao Dong said.

"It's okay, the market has improved a lot." Zhang Guorong said.

Mei Yanfang didn't say much and kept observing Zhao Dong curiously.

Although Zhao Dong's influence has long been out of the circle, this is not what attracts her. What attracts her is that since last August, the Storm Fund succeeded in the financial war and suddenly appeared in the Hong Kong business community. Dozens of well-known large companies have directors of Storm Fund. She is curious, how much money does Zhao Dong's wife have? Why are you so courageous and dare to buy the bottom when Hong Kong is in the most difficult time? If only she had the courage.

After arriving at Lindsay's VIP room and settling in Zhang Mei's room, Zhao Dong left.

After leaving, he made an appointment with the two of them. Chenglong would come over tomorrow and treat them to dinner yesterday.

He remembered that Mei Yanfang would be diagnosed with some problems this year, but it was not cancerous yet. After treatment, it would relapse next year, and then she would neglect treatment because of her singing career, which would eventually lead to cancer and spread. Maybe he could remind her to get better medical treatment. ?

In the home team's locker room, at seven o'clock, some reporters were allowed to enter for interviews. Before the interview was over, a large group of people came outside, but it was Pistons star Laimbeer who came with a group of bodyguards.

They wanted to approach the locker room, but were stopped by a team of security guards, and then several of Zhao Dong's bodyguards guarded the door of the locker room.

"Ranbir, what are you doing here?"

general manager Nell Grant said in surprise.

"I don't like that boy of yours, and I have something to say to him." Ranbir took off the cigar he was biting and said coldly with his chin raised.

"Flying dragon?"

Grant thought for a moment, motioned to Laimbeer to wait, then turned and entered the locker room.

"Ranbir is looking for me?" Zhao Dong was startled.

With a whoop, almost all the reporters in the locker room came out and took pictures of Ranbir.

CCTV reporter Yang Yi did not go out and said to Zhao Dong who stood up: "Feilong, he must be dissatisfied with your words about sweeping the Pistons."

"I want to sweep the Pistons, does he have the ability to stop me? Don't say he has retired, even if the Bad Boys are still there, do you think I am Jordan? If you want to see my blood, I will get them off the court first, and then on the court Keep doing it.”

Zhao Dong said disdainfully.

"Boss, if Ranbir dares to provoke us, let's defeat him first." Danny Fortson said eagerly.

"You are stupid, Danny, don't forget that we are the New York Gentlemen team, how can we just start fighting and killing? We must be polite before attacking." Zhao Dong lectured.

"Got it, boss."

Fordson looked confused. Didn't you just say you wanted to get them?

"Da Zhi, please teach Danny what it means to be polite before fighting." Zhao Dong ordered.

"oh."

Da Zhi thought about it and said to Fordson: "I just say hello first, and then I beat you down."

"Oh, I see." Fordson said excitedly.

Zhao Dong took his teammates outside and met Ranbir.

"Ranbir, I heard that you are not satisfied that I want to sweep the Pistons?" Zhao Dong spoke first.

Unexpectedly, Laimir shook his head and said: "I don't care whether the Pistons are swept by you. We are weak and deserve to be swept."

"Tell me, what do you want to say to me?" Zhao Dong asked.

Ranbir looked at Zhao Dong very curiously. He was not a fool. Although he didn't like Zhao Dong, he would not mess with Zhao Dong because he knew that behind Zhao Dong stood Lindsay, a giant of Wall Street. Not to mention the existence that can eat people, even if his father's Fortune 500 company messes with such a giant, it will be a loss more than the gain. Just look at the fate of Nike.

He came here today just to see, why should Zhao Dong eat this bowl of soft rice?

In his opinion, NBA superstars, active players, and world-class sports superstars have no weight in front of giants like Lindsay. No man can get a woman like Lindsay. Then why is Zhao Dong, a Chinese, such a free man?

Zhao Dong frowned and said unhappily: "Ranbir, if you have anything to say, just say it. I don't have time to spend with you."

"I don't think you are worthy of Miss Lindsay." Ranbir suddenly said.

Zhao Dong was startled, then laughed and said: "So you are an idiot, you wasted my time in vain." After saying that, he turned around and entered the locker room, no longer paying attention to Ranbir.

"Feilong, I haven't finished speaking yet." Ranbir shouted dissatisfied.

"Go away, if you interrupt my preparation for the battle again, I will beat you half to death. If you don't believe me, try it?" Zhao Dong's curse came from the locker room.

"Shet! Let's go."

Ranbir cursed in displeasure and led the people away.

"What is this person doing here?" Hu Weidong asked in confusion.

"The second generation of rich people are bored, looking for fun everywhere, and do whatever comes to mind." Zhao Dong said with a smile.

Back in the locker room, while chatting with his teammates, Zhao Dong turned on the system.

I still have a talent lottery I got from the last game against the Lakers, but I haven’t drawn it yet.

But he didn't really want to use this reward and wanted to save it for the future.

With his current strength, even if he draws out a good talent, it will only be the icing on the cake for him.

"System, if the system is reset in the future, what will happen to the talent lottery?" he asked.

"The lottery options will change according to the host's choice." The system responded.

"Then prepare it first."

Zhao Dong decided to keep this reward without hesitation.

Thirty minutes later, the game started.

In this game, Zhao Dong scored a 30+ triple-double and led the Knicks to a victory over the Pistons. They won easily, 81:108, a 27-point victory.

"Ranbir, does this score make you happy?"

At the end of the game, when he was leaving the field, Zhao Dong pointed at the score on the scoreboard and joked to Laimbeer on the sidelines.

"If it were in my time, I would have let you fall in the paint area." Laimbeer said viciously.

"If that happens, the only result is that I get up and destroy all of you, including you idiot." Zhao Dong said disdainfully.

Ranbir's face twitched and he snorted: "I bet you can't defend the dynasty?"

If you like this, Zhao Dong immediately said: "One billion dollars, I bet that I can defend the title, do you want to take it?"

"You're a bastard who brags about not paying taxes!"

Ranbir scolded: "Can you afford a billion? I bet Miss Lindsay won't give you that much money."

"Kacha kacha..."

All the reporters on the sidelines gathered around, and the cameras kept flashing.

"Idiot, I should ask you, can you come up with a billion dollars? Will I let you be so prodigal? Do you want to gamble? If you want to gamble, I will put down a billion dollar cashier's check and I will play a big game with you. If you don’t have money to play, just get out of here." Zhao Dong cursed.

"Ranbir, come on!"

"Ranbir, don't show weakness."

The reporters around were confused.

Ranbir glared at the reporters angrily, cursing in his mind that these guys were not good people, should they treat him as an idiot?

Looking at Ranbir's look, Zhao Dong knew that he couldn't afford it. He walked up to him and said coldly: "Remember, Ranbir, no matter how rich your father is, it belongs to him. You are just a rich second generation who spends money." It all depends on the look on your face. If your father is gone someday, you might not even be able to pay the inheritance tax.

But I am the rich generation. I can spend my money however I want. If I spend one billion today, I can earn another two billion tomorrow. You are a pure consumer and you can’t even spend a billion dollars. You are just kidding. I'm sorry, where do you have the confidence to be so arrogant in front of me? "

"you?"

Ranbir's face turned red and his chest was as tight as iron with anger.

He really wanted to know if Zhao Dong could really gamble a billion dollars, but he didn't have the ability to take the bet, because he really couldn't afford a billion dollars, let alone not having one. Even if he had, he wouldn't dare to play. That's one billion US dollars, not one billion rupiah.

After ridiculing Ranbir, Zhao Dong took the people away.

"Ranbir, why don't you bet?" a reporter asked.

"I bet that this guy can't come up with a billion dollars. He is stealing the machine." Looking at Zhao Dong's back, Ranbir said coldly.

"Then you should take it?" the reporter asked.

"Fetch your mother, do you think it's ten dollars?" Ranbir scolded.

"..."

The reporter who was watching the excitement and was not afraid of big troubles was startled and laughed.

"Shet! Damn the rich generation, I'd better go find a university to be a coach. It's better than being a freeloader." Ranbir, who had lost his face, cursed and left with the others.

That night, in addition to the Knicks winning the G1 game, the Bulls also defeated the Hawks. The Spurs and Lakers in the Western Conference also defeated their respective opponents and won the G1 game.

At three o'clock in the afternoon on the 10th, we flew from Los Angeles to New York by dragon. Zhang and Mei took their assistant to pick them up.

"How was it? Was the game last night good?" Chenglong asked with a smile after getting in the car.

"It's quite intense, much more intense than football." Zhang Guorong said.

Chenglong looked at Zhang Guorong and advised: "Brother, why not stay in the United States for a while and avoid the Hong Kong media?"

In the past two years, he knew that Zhang Guorong had been under a lot of pressure because of Mr. Tang's incident.

When Cha Xiaoxin, the mother of Hong Kong paparazzi, interviewed Zhang Guorong in January, Zhang Guorong said that he did not want to die, he wanted to live. This sentence actually clearly revealed Zhang Guorong's heart. In fact, he already had suicidal thoughts in his subconscious.

"I told you before, but he didn't listen." Mei Yanfang shook her head.

Zhang Guorong smiled bitterly and said: "I am here, and the paparazzi can find me."

Chenglong advised: "Why don't I ask Brother Feilong to help? He is very influential here, and his wife is a big boss on Wall Street, a top-notch person."

Mei Yanfang asked curiously: "Then how can he help his brother? We can't let the police arrest all the paparazzi, right?"

Zhang Guorong said helplessly: "It's useless to arrest people, they just write randomly."

Chenglong scratched his head and said awkwardly: "If you ask me, I don't know. I'm not at their level. Oh, don't think about it. You'll know if you ask him when you meet him later? He Very loyal, a real boss.”

"Oh." Zhang and Mei could only nod.

Zhang Guorong no longer objected. Of course he wanted to avoid the paparazzi who made him unable to breathe. This time he suddenly came to the United States to perform. The paparazzi responded a step slower and let him stay quiet for a few days. He was as happy as if he had gone to heaven. But today some paparazzi have come to find him, and his painful days are about to begin again.

At five o'clock, Zhao Dong received three people at a Chinese restaurant in Changdao.

"Brother Feilong, congratulations, I will definitely defend the title this year." Chenglong said with a smile as soon as they met.

"Thank you for your good wishes, haha!" Zhao Dong said with a smile, and then called Zhang Mei and said: "Sit down, come and take a seat."

After chatting for a while, the dishes were served and we continued chatting while eating.

Chenglong found an opportunity and said, "Brother Feilong, Ah Rong wants to rest here for a while. The paparazzi in Hong Kong are so powerful that I want to ask you for help."

"Paparazzi?"

Zhao Dong knew that in the last few years of Zhang Guorong's life, he was stared at by paparazzi without any privacy. He wanted to stop those paparazzi in the United States. He could help, but he could not solve the fundamental problem.

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