nycdaug Chapter 131 Trading Deadline
Chapter 131 Trading Deadline
Trading deadline
Watching Jenna close the door and leave, Wang Xiucheng could only sigh.
Wang Xiucheng, whose body was burning up, couldn't sleep at all, so he took out his phone and started scrolling through it, trying to distract himself.
Wang Xiucheng quickly saw the new official information released by the alliance.
However, since it was late at night, these messages did not cause much of a stir.
As he continued scrolling, a few minutes later, Wang Xiucheng suddenly saw a news article.
Then Wang Xiucheng sat up, thought for a moment, and made a phone call.
The call was answered after about ten seconds, and a sexy woman's voice came through.
"Brother Xiucheng? Still not asleep at this hour?"
Wang Xiucheng heard the sound of a television and the incessant sound of firecrackers coming from the phone.
Although many Chinese people in the United States celebrate the Lunar New Year, especially in Chinatown, it is clearly not on the same level as in China.
"Baby, are you alright?" Wang Xiucheng asked.
"You know?" The woman on the phone sighed. "Wait for me a moment, I'll change rooms."
The news that Wang Xiucheng saw was the news of Yang Ying's divorce a few days earlier.
This stirred something in Wang Xiucheng's heart, but he was more interested in knowing how the woman was doing.
Fortunately, it sounded like the other person was alright, which put Wang Xiucheng at ease.
Wang Xiucheng had liked this older sister since he was very young, back when the variety show "Running Man" hadn't been renamed yet and the first season had just aired.
Wang Xiucheng has never denied that he is a looks-obsessed person and simply likes pretty people.
Although the internet is flooded with negative news about Yang Ying, such as her poor acting skills and plastic surgery.
But Yang Ying also had her own principles, such as reaching out to pull Zhao Jinmai back to prevent her from falling into the bowl of noodles.
So people who like her really like her, and people who don't like her really don't like her at all.
Wang Xiucheng is the former.
About half a minute later, Wang Xiucheng heard the door close.
Then Yang Ying's voice came out: "Thank you for your concern. I'm as strong as steel, how could I be so discouraged by this?"
"Then I'm relieved." Wang Xiucheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Xiucheng didn't ask her why they got divorced; that was their own business, and no one had the right to interfere.
"Oh right, I haven't congratulated you yet. You won another game and you're going to participate in some dunk contest, right?" Yang Ying had obviously watched Wang Xiucheng's previous game.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiucheng's playful side was aroused: "Baby, tell me, wasn't my dunk cool?"
"Handsome, of course you're handsome, you're the most handsome." Yang Ying's voice was gentle. "Those foreigners are far inferior to you."
Hearing Yang Ying's answer, even Wang Xiucheng couldn't help but feel a little smug.
After all, she was my childhood goddess.
"I'm relieved to see you're alright." Wang Xiucheng yawned. "Happy New Year, Baby, and I wish your parents good health as well."
"Thank you, brother," Yang Ying replied, touched.
Wang Xiucheng was not the first to send his blessings, nor will he be the last.
But Yang Ying believed that Wang Xiucheng was definitely the most sincere one.
"Alright, little brother, go to sleep. Call me when you're coming back to China, and I'll treat you to a big meal."
"Okay, I'm hanging up now. Don't overthink it, there are still many people who like you..."
Yang Ying held the phone, listening to Wang Xiucheng's last words on the phone, and felt inexplicably moved.
"What are you doing? Come out and eat!"
The sound of her mother's voice from outside the door pulled Yang Ying back to reality.
So she smiled, put away her phone, opened the door, and went out.
……
The time soon came to October 2st.
This day is not only the Lantern Festival in China, but also the last day before the NBA trade deadline.
Strictly speaking, there are still five hours left until the trading deadline.
This time of year is the busiest time for NBA teams and league offices.
On this day, championship contenders try to acquire the players who best suit them, while tanking teams try to trade away their assets.
It's safe to say that no team's management would go home to sleep on this day.
Rocket Office.
A conference room filled with computers was packed with people.
Sitting at the front is the team's new CEO, Patrick Fertitta.
And standing next to him is Stone.
"Play me to every team one by one. I don't believe no one wants Porter Jr.!"
Stone's phone was plugged into the charger. He had been talking to several managers for a long time, but as soon as they heard that Stone was asking for a first-round fee for Porter, they immediately cursed Stone for being crazy and wasting their time.
This made Stone very angry.
What a bunch of idiots! Porter Jr. is such a good player, and all I want is a mere first-round pick from you guys, and you don't even want him?
Blind?
If they don't want it, they don't want it. But these people still asked if they could get in touch with Wang Xiucheng, and then they would want Little Potter.
I'll fuck you!
The Nuggets couldn't get Wang Xiucheng in four first-round picks? You guys are dreaming!
Patrick glanced up at Stone, then continued scrolling through his phone.
That idiot Stone, how could he have fallen for little Potter like that?
Suddenly, a phone rang among the group of people below.
In addition to the mobile phones of each employee, there were also more than a dozen old telephone lines in the office.
Sometimes these telephone lines are more reliable, and transactions won't be delayed due to power or signal problems.
"Manager, Line 1, Lakers on the phone." A man answered the phone and quickly spoke to Stone in front of him.
Stone's eyes lit up. See, there are still people who recognize talent. The Lakers must have seen Porter Jr.'s potential.
As he answered the phone, Stone asked with a smile, "Is this Mr. Pelinka?"
"Dear Stone, time is limited, let's not waste any more time. Wang Xiucheng, what price do you want?"
Pelinka didn't waste any words on the phone and went straight to the point.
“Wang Xiucheng?” Stone was taken aback. Wasn’t it Porter Jr., or Wood, or Gordon Sr.?
Why is it Wang Xiucheng?
“Wang Xiucheng is not for sale, you should know that.” Stone glanced at Patrick’s warning look beside him and then spoke into the phone.
"Don't be ridiculous. There are no untouchable players in this league. If the price is right, even LeBron James can be traded. Name your price," Pelinka replied with a sneer.
The NBA is a business league, and there has never been such a thing as untouchable players.
If so, it's because the price wasn't high enough.
“I said, Wang Xiucheng is not for sale,” Stone reiterated.
"Five first-round picks, besides James and Davis, you can pick any other player you want. That's practically all the Lakers have to offer."
Pelinka's firm voice rang out once again.
Stone was stunned by what he heard, and even Patrick next to him frowned.
Stone was surprised because the Lakers had offered such a high price.
Patrick, however, was filled with lingering fear. If he hadn't come today, that idiot Stone might have really betrayed Wang Xiucheng.
"This one……"
Stone's hesitant voice had barely escaped when Patrick slammed his phone on the table.