"Okay, old K, ignore them, let's go in." Colangelo came over to block the reporter.
Wang Tiejun nodded, ignored the reporter's questions, and entered the hotel with his bag.
He doesn't have much luggage, and his clothes are very simple, so unlike other people, who all have a suitcase and a bag, just one bag is enough for him.
"Old K, please don't leave the hotel. The problem of racial discrimination and the proliferation of guns here is quite serious." After entering the hotel, Colangelo warned again.
"I understand, sir." He said quickly.
Buckley walked aside and added: "According to a survey last year, the proportion of non-white residents in Dallas who were forced to leave was as high as 92.7%, ranking sixth among such cities in the United States. All non-whites are excluded here.
popular."
"Damn racial discrimination," he cursed.
Kevin Johnson, who was in front, turned around and added: "Old K, the fifth place ahead of Dallas is Charlotte."
"What? Damn the Hornets!"
His eyes widened. He had a very unpleasant quarrel with Mourning at home last time. He touched his hands off the court, moved his elbows on the court, dunked on Mourning, and confiscated the Hornets' basket. The basket is still hanging.
With such a big grudge in his closet, what treatment will he receive next time he goes to Charlotte?
One night and the next day, no one from the Suns team left the hotel, so they stayed in the room all day and night.
In order to complete the systematic training content, Wang Tiejun always drags Barkley and Danny Ainge with him when he goes to the hotel gym, fearing that he will be punished if he is left alone.
The 21st, match day.
Went to the arena, American Airlines Center, at 3 p.m.
The title sponsor of this arena is owned by the same owner as the Suns' American West Arena, and the other two teams are both American Airlines, so it's either American Airlines West or American.
When he came to the arena, Wang Tiejun took a look and found that there were not many people of color here, and the vast majority were white.
The working attitude of these staff members, how should I put it, is definitely not enthusiastic, but can barely be regarded as having a certain professional working attitude.
But if you make a little extra request, such as turning on the heating in the locker room, they will ignore you.
So after entering the locker room and changing into their training clothes, the Suns players left immediately. They did not dare to stay longer and quickly went to the court to train, otherwise they would catch a cold.
The highest daytime temperature in Dallas this season is about ten degrees. At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the outdoor temperature will not exceed 5 degrees. There is no heating indoors, and the temperature will not be much higher. After a group of strong men left the locker room, they were running.
Going to the stadium.
"Shet, I think they wish they could turn on the air conditioning for us." Kevin Johnson, who didn't need to train, tightened his tight coat and shook his head.
"What the hell, I want to see how they deal with us today." Wang Tiejun cursed.
"Xie Chi, we should really be lucky that the hotel didn't stop heating us." Buckley cursed.
"Ha ha……"
Everyone laughed.
At this time, in the general manager's office of the American Airlines Center, Colangelo was discussing the locker room heating issue with the general manager, Mr. Lanter.
"Mr. Lant, you always have to go to our place to compete. Maybe when the weather gets hotter, our refrigeration machine will have some minor problems."
He was very angry, but he still controlled it, but his words contained an obvious threat, otherwise Rand would not pay attention to him.
Lant said helplessly: "It's really broken. Our heating pipes were bitten by nasty rats."
At this time, he shouted outside the door: "Alan, bring the guy who sabotaged the equipment and show it to Mr. Colangelo, he doesn't believe us."
"Okay, Mr. Lant."
Then a white staff member in his thirties came in carrying a big rat and threw it at Colangelo's feet.
Colangelo said displeasedly: "Then fix it as soon as possible, otherwise I can't guarantee that if you go to our place, a nest of cobras will suddenly appear in the locker room.
You know that thing is a specialty of our state of Arizona. They come in nests, and there may be dozens of them in each nest."
"Uh, okay, okay, Mr. Colangelo, we will fix it as soon as possible." Lant's face trembled, Shet, you are ruthless, you win.
At seven o'clock, the American Airlines Center was packed with Mavericks fans, almost all of whom were white.
At 7:40, the first team started, and the two teams met in the tunnel.
Terry Davis, the main power forward of the Mavericks who was severely beaten by Wang Tiejun, has not returned yet. He will be out for at least a month. It has only been half a month since today. Therefore, the Mavericks' lineup is not complete and their strength is not as good as last time.
"Hey, you're okay?"
When he saw Davis in the tunnel, Comrade Wang was very surprised.
"Damn it, I won't let you go." Terry Davis stared at Wang Tiejun fiercely and gritted his teeth.
He came here specifically today because he hated Wang Tiejun so much and wanted to see how the Mavericks fans would treat this damn Chinese coolie at his home stadium.
To put it simply, he hopes that today will make him feel good and vent his anger in advance.
"hehe……"
Lao Wang sneered twice and said, "Then you still won't take action?"
"you?"
Terry Davis is furious.
"No matter where you are, you bastard, as long as you dare to attack me, I will repay you twice as much, regardless of the consequences." Wang Tiejun's face showed undisguised ferocity.
"you?"
Terry Davis' eyes shrank. This was the first time he saw such reckless Chinese people, which made him very scrupulous.
After all, he doesn't want to lose his job as an NBA player. This is the only way for him to live a rich life.
"Let's go, old K, ignore this clown, let's go out together." Buckley greeted.
"snort!"
Terry Davis snorted after being called a clown by Barkley.
At this time, when the five Barkleys had just walked out of the tunnel, the American Airlines Center instantly erupted into a tsunami of boos.
"Ha ha……"
Davis laughed wildly.
"Damn yellow-skinned monkey!"
"Disgusting Chinese perverted coolie!"
"Get out of Dallas, your disgusting colors are polluting this place."
"Damn violent elements, get out of the United States and go back to your China."
Countless middle fingers stood out, and endless abuses poured out, all directed at Wang Tiejun.
"Hahaha……"
Stepping into the tunnel, Terry Davis laughed maniacally.
Now that Wang Tiejun knew how much pressure it was to face the abuse and roars of 20,000 people, a layer of dense sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
"Ouch!"
The pressure seemed tangible, and his breathing deepened involuntarily.
But deep in his eyes, a crazy look gradually emerged like a flame, burning and growing in an instant, filling his eyes.