Min Congda made two calls to the NBA New York office, but found that he was busy. It seemed that New York was very busy.

"No matter what, the system protects the body, and the alliance won't do anything to me. Just hitting someone, it's not a big deal."

With systematic escort, Min Congda relaxed and looked at the time. It was already past five o'clock. At 7 o'clock in the evening, the team will usher in a preseason match against Maccabi.

Min Congda is going to watch the game on site, and even though he is at the center of a public opinion storm, he is still not afraid.

After three months of experience, this guy's face is already quite thick, no matter how winds you are from east, west, south, and north, I will remain unmoved.

If you have the ability, you can hit me?

I made some food at home and tidied it up. Min Congda drove to Stamps Center.

He arrived soon after driving. After parking the car, Min Congda tidied up his collar and hairstyle in front of the mirror and took a deep breath.

Even though I am very thick-skinned, it is not easy to stick to my own opinions when facing a bunch of reporters’ questions.

One advantage of Min Congda is that English is not his native language. Once many people stare at him and say it too quickly, he will not understand.

Since you don’t understand, you won’t take it to your heart. If you don’t take it to your heart, how can you care?

"Very good, let the storm come more violently!"

After getting off the car, Min Congda went straight to the players' locker room from the parking lot.

Generally, there are always many reporters who are ambushing the passage to the locker room. They carry cameras or cameras toward the players. The coach takes a snap and records the players' status before entering the court.

When Min Congda came to Stamps for the first time to watch the game, he was often criticized by reporters, which made him think he was at Paris Fashion Week.

But as the game began, there would be no reporters in the passage because the players had already entered the stadium and warmed up to prepare for the game. They all ran to the side of the stadium to grab a good position.

"Very good, no reporters, hurry up and don't get entangled."

Min Congda speeds up his pace through the player channel, but almost hits an old black cleaner at a turn.

This aunt's physique is stronger than Min Congda. After the two of them gently touched each other, Min Congda staggered and almost fell down.

The black aunt quickly said sorry. When she saw that it was Mr. Smart, the general manager of the Clippers, she immediately let go of the mop cart in her hand, shook Min Congda's hand, and said, "Thank you, thank you for speaking out for the players and standing on their side."

After saying that, the aunt pushed the mop car away, leaving the monk Min Congda and the second monk confused.

Why does this aunt want to thank me for speaking out for the players?

Judging from the skin color and body shape of this aunt, is he Randolph's mother?

Impossible. Randolph used to be poor, but now his life is better, how could he let his mother be a cleaner?

But what if his mother doesn’t want to live a good life at home and wants to do an ordinary job to realize her own value?

"Forget it, don't think about it. Go to the locker room and have a look. The game is about to begin. There are three main players missing today. I hope this game can collapse!"

Min Congda can hear his wishful thinking of playing against Cleveland. This game is against Tel Aviv Maccabi, a European team (Israel is located in Asia, but the Basketball Association belongs to the European Basketball Association, and so is football).

Theoretically, even the weakest team in the NBA is unattainable for European teams.

Because players who cannot play in the NBA are the main players when they go to Europe to play, and they can even Carry the whole team and win MVP.

For example, the 15th player PJ Tucker, signed by Min Congda, played in the Israeli League in the 2007-2008 season, helping the team win the league championship and being elected as MVP.

Playing in Ukraine's league in the 2008-2009 season, the first in the league in scoring per game!

And just such a player has played more than a dozen games in the NBA, averaging 1.8 points and 1.4 rebounds per game!

Min Congda thought, if I was on the NBA, I would get beaten up every game on average, cheating two free throws and being on time, and averaging 2 points per game.

This guy has less than two points in a game. He is MVP and scoring leader in the European league. How big is the gap?

Therefore, if the Clippers lose to Maccabi in the preseason, it will be a further blow to the team's morale and the team's future for the new season will be cast a deeper shadow.

The Maccabes' trip to the United States last game was the Knicks, who easily defeated their opponents at Madison Garden.

Look, even a European team that can easily defeat a team like the Knicks, you can't beat the Clippers, even in the preseason, it's embarrassing.

The more Min Congda thought about it, he became happier. When he arrived at the team's locker room, he opened the door to the locker room to see the dull atmosphere of the players. After all, the team was in a public opinion storm and had lost consecutive games recently. How could everyone have the intention to play well?

As soon as they entered the door, the players looked at Min Congda, with a hint of reverence in their eyes.

"Hmm? Respect? No... The atmosphere is wrong. Why does it feel a sense of solemnity? What's going on? I have a halo on my head?"

Min Congda felt that the atmosphere in the locker room was very wrong. Everyone’s eyes shouldn’t be like this. Why are they looking at me? I didn’t hit anyone.

Something even stranger came. I don’t know who took the lead. Everyone suddenly started applauding Min Congda, muttering without listening: “Thank you, Smart.”

"You're right, Smart."

"We're all on your side."

"We support you!"

As they were talking, the players got up and approached Min Congda.

What does it feel like when a group of black men clapped their hands and walked towards you?

If it weren't for their familiarity with these guys, Min Congda would have wanted to escape.

What exactly happened?

At this time, Ada ran into the locker room and saw Min Congda and said, "Mr. Smart, there are many reporters who want to interview you, and they want to know the specific situation."

"Scene? What's going on?"

Min Congda pulled Aida aside and whispered: "What happened? Why do you feel strange?"

Ada said in surprise: "Mr. Smart, don't you know? The Los Angeles Police Department just issued a notice explaining the fight in the nightclub last night. Randolph and the three of them were racially discriminated against by several white people in the nightclub. They made insulting gestures to Randolph and said some very excessive words. Randolph and Davis took action."

"These have been confirmed, and it is true. The NBA League Office held a press conference to express its firm opposition to racial discrimination. Although the players' violence is wrong, everyone will stand on the side of the players and fight against discrimination together."

What? Racial discrimination? Isn’t it a fight? No matter what the reason is he fighting, fighting is fighting, and violence is violence.

Violence cannot solve the problem, and violence should not be used under any circumstances. The theme of our book is to oppose violence...

Min Congda is in a very confused state, so what is the situation now? It has changed?

"Mr. Smart, you are a fighter against racism now, and many journalists are waiting for you."

I was just a clown, why have I become a fighter now?

This clown is not a serious clown.

"Wait for me, wait for me...I..."

A thought flashed through Min Congda's mind, to support discrimination in front of reporters!

This idea was ruthlessly banned by the system, forcing him to act extremely dying.

"Forget it... I'd better go and meet them and take me over to Ada."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!