Chapter 531 05 Finals! Start!

Phil Knight, who had just hung up the phone, lit up a cigar.

Kobe and Battier took the initiative to go to the SuperSonics as free sparring partners?

They are really two rip-offs... Taking the money and contracts they gave them, but helping their competitors, this is simply ridiculous!

Next year, as long as he wins against the Sonics and wins LeBron, he will be able to get rid of all these frivolous things.

As for the competition...

Thinking of the finals, Phil Knight couldn't help but smile.

The Cavaliers' paper strength, except for the No. 3 position, is indeed above the Sonics in terms of individual strength at every other position.

But from a purely competitive perspective, Phil Knight knows that is not necessarily safe.

Because the Sonics have Lin Dong, that is the point he is most uncertain about. This is not a math problem. It cannot be said that 4 is greater than 1. Moreover, the Sonics still have the confidence and psychological advantage to win three consecutive championships. Moreover, their current lineup is definitely not bad. Phil Knight feels that the Sonics still have a 40% chance of winning.

But...those guys never understand that the NBA is just a show, let alone whose hands control the outcome.

Player? referee? Nike? Stern? alliance?

NO......

It's money!

As expected, that old guy Stern is related to Reebok. The old guy has no intention of giving up the basketball empire he built with his own hands.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the final say in the NBA alone.

Adidas completed the acquisition of Reebok yesterday. Paul has been squeezed out by Nike over the years and has lost all his energy. When he contacted Adidas, he was just trying to protect himself. He no longer had the same intention as when he acquired Reebok shares. An arrogant business tycoon. Now he has plans to retire after getting a large sum of money.

If Reebok and Adidas do not accept sponsorship from the NBA, then all NBA shareholders will have to stand on their own side. They do not want to lose a large amount of next year's income just for Stern.

On and off the court, the referees and referees are all their own, and the Cavaliers' overall lineup is still ahead of the SuperSonics.

The nuclear warhead was slapped in the face, how could we lose?

At this point, he still has the last pair of king bombs as a guarantee. If he is really forced to play this card, even if Lin Dong is really the son of destiny, he will not win!

The only thing that can win is capital, power, and money!

As for Stern? The old guy is really great at leading the NBA to what it is today, but since he is not of the same mind, this year will be his last term.

Everything is ready now, all we have to do is wait for the results.

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June 20th, 7pm, Cleveland, light rain...

The sky was a little dark, and sporadic raindrops were falling in the gray sky, but it seemed completely unable to cool down the already 'burning' city.

The whole city was brightly lit at this time, and countless fans wearing Cleveland Cavaliers jerseys poured into the streets, with American flags or Cleveland Cavaliers team flags printed on their faces.

They didn't just appear on the two streets around the Win Arena, but in the entire city!

The Cleveland city government has obviously been coveting the Seattle government with supersonics for a long time. Taking advantage of this wave of national attention, it has installed open-air projection screens everywhere in the city.

"LeBron! I love that guy so much! He is like the warrior from Return of the Jedi. I must kill the Asian this time!"

"It's three! Kill the three Asians together! We are the holy land of basketball!"

"Great Cleveland Cavaliers, great Miss Ballmer, great players!"

"The Cleveland Cavaliers must win! The Cleveland Cavaliers must win! The Cleveland Cavaliers must win!"

People cheered, gathered, and reveled in the streets and alleys.

Beer was moved into the venues with big screens in barrels. The stimulation of alcohol, coupled with the strong hormones exuding from the cool beauties and shirtless muscular men all over the streets, as well as the excitement on those big screens The live broadcast at Win Arena had already begun to go crazy. The drizzle overhead could not stop the passion of Cleveland citizens at all, and the city shrouded in dim sky was completely plunged into a carnival.

At this time, the Win Arena was already overcrowded. At this time, Swedish singer Nanne was invited to the stadium, and she was singing her new song "Hall Om Mig" this year. The exciting music made the already exciting scene even more exciting. Go crazy.

Young people danced wildly in the stands.

Reporters from various companies were constantly interviewing various targets in the front row.

There is LeBron’s mother who is crying, but her face is filled with great happiness, and she keeps thanking the world;

There is Dwyane Wade's star wife who played the role in Jedi Men. Although she was not nominated for an Oscar this year, she took advantage of her husband's popularity to wear a sexy evening dress and suck hard in front of the national cameras. A wave of eyes.

There is also a wife who recently broke up with O'Neal, but in front of the camera she encouraged her husband in an extremely sensational way... In fact, O'Neal could not see such encouragement at all, and did not know that the wife later mocked O'Neal in public about his incompetence and inability. Who is the wife encouraging her to the camera by satisfying her and making her never experience the true happiness of a woman?

In addition to the family interviews specially arranged by these knights, the reporters are actually more interested in the big guys sitting in the front row.

Political bigwigs, business tycoons, sports stars, Hollywood stars... even the figure of Little Bushi sitting in the VIP box frequently appeared on the big screen.

Any one of them is the top figure in various industries, and it is also difficult for reporters to get close to them at ordinary times, but now... they are everywhere, just pick them! And out of respect for the home court and wanting to tell everyone "I am here too", no matter how cold these people are at ordinary times, they will always smile and say a few words to the camera and reporters, making these reporters so excited that their hair stands up.

Many of them have never watched basketball. It may be that they gathered together like this, obviously not only because of basketball, but also because of the popularity and significance of the game itself that has been hyped up.

This is a show, and it is also a grand gathering of celebrities.

In normal times, Laura Ballmer would like such occasions very much. In such a place, as the owner of the stadium and a socialite, she will definitely shuttle among those bigwigs and feel at home.

But today she is not in the mood.

Because today is finally the time to "avenge" that ungrateful Asian guy in high school?

Of course not.

How could a momentary anger caused by shame in childhood really last for several years?

After all, Lin Dong was just a prey that she was excited about in high school. If she really got him, she might get tired of him in a few days. After all, Asians are all little sausages, and she has seen them before.

As early as when she was with LeBron, she had already disdained that Asian.

She was nervous because of something else.

She was able to make the Cavaliers so famous today, which was probably something she and her father had never thought of when they bought the Cavaliers.

She may not have made money yet, and she may even have been losing money, but the various reputations brought to her, her father, and Microsoft, and the benefits generated by this are far greater than the team's revenue.

Many media and friends around her father kindly praised her as a business genius.

To be honest, Laura never thought about becoming famous in the business world. Her biggest wish was to be a white, rich and beautiful woman. She would get up in the morning and do a morning of spa beauty treatments. She would go shopping and ride horses with celebrities in the afternoon. At night, she would bring a group of strong men to hold an all-night carnival party at home and enjoy the real life in the midst of luxury.

But in the past two years, when those reputations and praises kept drilling into her ears...she began to feel dizzy and began to feel that her father's blood was awakening in her body.

The sense of accomplishment, the greatest satisfaction of human nature, is irresistible even for a woman who has been in the midst of luxury for twenty years.

She has grown a lot and knows too well the importance of this battle with the Cavaliers.

When the media and American fans are crazy about the Cavaliers, she has already been pushed to the forefront and it is difficult to get off the tiger.

If she wins, she can win everything, whether it is money or fame; and if she loses, she will definitely fall from heaven to the bottom.

The rare recognition from her father, the praise from the bigwigs in the business world, the admiring eyes from the socialites around her... That kind of admiration, envy and jealousy from the bottom of her heart is something that she can't see from the eyes of those bitches even if she wears the latest and most expensive jewelry, even if she hooks the most powerful man in the world.

And even if she puts these aside, the old thing Phil Knight always makes her feel creepy.

Getting too close to Nike, Laura understands what preparations Phil Knight has made for this battle and what price he has paid.

The old guy can be said to have gambled on Nike, his entire fortune, and even... his life!

His crazy plans, even if Laura wants to win, she feels scared after knowing it.

She doesn't want that old madman to be pushed to the edge of desperation, which may implicate herself!

We must win this game!

But after all, the Sonics have dominated the league for too long, so long that people dare not even imagine that they will lose. Lola, who has recently started to pay real attention to basketball itself, has also begun to have some vision. She is in a stage where she is neither up nor down, and cannot really analyze the strengths and weaknesses of the two teams, which makes her more and more uneasy.

But one thing she is very clear about is that only by winning G1 can the Cavaliers establish a real psychological advantage for the entire team. On the contrary, if they lose G1 at home, whether it is the pressure from the players themselves or the crazy abuse from the Cavaliers fans, I am afraid that the Cavaliers will be like the Lakers.

While thinking about her worries, Lola hurried to the players' locker room.

This is the boss's privilege. When Lola first took over the Cavaliers, she loved to run to the locker room the most, because it was always full of strong hormones. Just staying here made her feel a surge of heart tide. She likes the smell of sweat.

But today she really didn't come to feel the hormones.

She was just too nervous and wanted to check the players' status again. Besides, as a beautiful boss, appearing in the locker room before the game always helped to stabilize the morale of the team.

Bang, bang, bang.

The muscular assistant beside her knocked on the door for her.

The door opened.

I thought I would see a quiet locker room. After all, facing the Supersonics and the new basketball god, Laura didn't believe that they didn't have any psychological pressure.

But when the door opened, laughter came out of the room.

O'Neal was wearing a pair of big shorts in the middle of the room, holding his hips with his hands, and twisting his fat buttocks, like a stripper... no, a male dancer!

It just lacked beauty. All he could see was his fat body and the ugly four-lobed buttocks because his shorts were pulled too high!

Laura couldn't help but frowned.

This idiot... is it time to dance now? Have you won the game? Or do you think the Cavaliers can easily beat the Supersonics like those idiot fans said?

Facing the Supersonics, facing such a crucial battle, Laura wanted to see the murderous aura of the whole team when she opened the door!

But the idiot in front of her turned this murderous aura into stupidity!

This damn thing!

"Hi! Baby! Come and relax! Feel my gentle dance steps! Oh, don't be so serious, dear, don't be nervous, join us, come on!"

Seeing the beautiful boss coming in, O'Neal did not restrain himself, but laughed and pushed his hips towards her, twisting his body even harder.

To be honest, Laura wanted to kick him in the ass, and then yelled: Get your stupid ass out of my sight! Never show up again!

However, how could she scold the main ace of a team just because of her mood at this time?

She suppressed her inner anger and smiled reluctantly, then turned her head to look to the side.

Needless had already been led by O'Neal to a stupid rhythm, and seeing that her boss did not get angry, they actually jumped up and got high, thinking that they were encouraging them to get high... Hi MB!

In addition to these insignificant guys, Dwyane Wade, who had climbed onto her bed, was a simple guy without a brain. When O'Neal got high, he got high too, without any opinions of his own.

Kidd is tying his knee pads. This guy has been with the Cavaliers for half a year. Laura knows his character very well.

This guy is not as stupid as Wade, but he is quite smooth and does not show his emotions. Of course, he will not tear down O'Neal. Instead, he is tying his knee pads while laughing and shaking his head along with the music. I don't know if his heart is integrated, but at least he seems to be integrated on the surface.

He is also a person who cannot take the lead!

As for Artest, the domestic violence man who has just joined the Cavaliers... When Laura heard about this guy's domestic violence and breaking Jordan's ribs, she thought he was quite manly, but she didn't expect that he was also led astray by O'Neal. He sat there and smiled stupidly, pretending to try hard to integrate into the team.

He is also a fool! Fuck!

It's really a rat shit that spoils the whole pot of soup!

Laura really can't stand this stupid joy. She was thinking about whether she should ask them to turn off the music first, and then she would re-stimulate their murderous spirit that should belong to the game, but the next second, she was firmly caught in the sight and heart by the man sitting in the innermost.

The naked, iron-like muscled upper body was as smooth and bright as if it had been smeared with essential oils. The neatly trimmed stubble on his face revealed a kind of hormonal exquisiteness, and his broad chest and shoulders were as majestic and majestic as the Alps.

He sat on the long bench at the innermost side with his eyes closed from beginning to end, not even looking at the farce in the room, as if he was completely isolated from the noise!

LeBron James!

The noise in the room seemed to be deaf to LeBron's ears at this time.

He was not thinking about the things on the court. He had already thought about and made enough preparations.

At this time, LeBron's mind was filled with scenes and sentences from the past...

-Mom, don't cry, it's okay to get hurt. Those guys just use such despicable means because they can't beat me on the court. Haha, this proves that I am strong!

-Mom, I plan to go to Coach Walker's house, where I can grow better. Don't worry, everything is just a transition, and I will be able to stand out soon! I will make a lot of money, and I will let you live in the most beautiful house!

——Mom, Nike plans to sign a 90 million contract with me. Do you know how much money that is? Hahaha, you will no longer need to rely on your friends soon. I will support you!

LeBron's mouth slightly raised a smile, but this smile and tenderness soon disappeared from his face.

——Despicable guy, drive him out! Drive him out!

——The son of a big star is squatting here again? Is it cold? Come into the house next time, I can cooperate with your mother to teach you how to be a real man, hahaha!

——No! Don't let Warren, he is still a child! I beg you, let him go! Police! Mr. Police, I kneel down for you, please protect him! Mr. Walker, it's all my fault! Please help him and save him!

——Listen, kid, I won't hurt you. You don't know what you are facing now. The school will not be a platform for you to display your talents. Even if you train hard, it will be useless.

——Get lost! Nigga! This bitch is a slut, it's none of your business! If you don't get lost, I'll poke a few holes in you!

——You idiot! Do you think you're still the 90 million man? An idiot like you will never be Lin Dong's opponent, you have to listen to me! Face the reality, you are just a chess piece of mine!

——Faster! Faster! If you want to surpass that guy, you have to be faster!

——We lost...

——Keep practicing! Do you want to go back to your slums? Do you want your mother to open her legs and feed you again? ! You have no right to rest before defeating that man!

——We lost again...

——No! That's because I'm not strong enough! I can be stronger! As long as I can defeat that man, I can do anything!

——You can't do it, that guy is too strong.

——I can do it! I definitely can, I definitely can!

——I want to tell everyone that I can get back what I lost with my own hands!

Ambulance, hospital, office in Cleveland;

Climbing to the NBA with difficulty, failure after failure, persistence after persistence, all the suffering and all the hope are embodied one by one, until they are stirred into a ball by the melting pot of reality, turning into a dark chaos with a flashing terrifying storm!

It roared, roared, and rampant in LeBron's mind, as if it wanted to devour the world, including himself!

Until...

Ding!

A crisp bell rang.

"The Knights are ready to enter!"

The electronic prompt in the room seemed to remind LeBron where the reality was, and it seemed to guide him.

The images that flashed faster and faster in his mind, the accumulated emotions, the erupting flames, the raging chaos, etc., were already blurred like a snowflake, but at this moment, it shrank into a bright spot with a swish, just like turning off the TV, and then sank into darkness.

Instead, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

A pair of daunting eyes!

And seeing LeBron's eyes, Laura swallowed her saliva involuntarily.

She originally just wanted to see a little murderous intent...

But at this time, what was flashing in LeBron's eyes was not just murderous intent, but the chaos that was extremely eager to devour everything.

It was full of chilling power and primitive animality!

The strong prey on the weak, and the fittest survive!

Not only Laura was shocked, but also the Cavaliers players in the room who were led astray by O'Neal seemed to be drawn to the killing intent in LeBron's eyes, and they involuntarily calmed down from the revelry just now.

"Lin Dong..."

LeBron stood up, without even glancing at Laura who was full of hearts, and said coldly: "It's finally our turn... Go!"