The distance between Washington and Philadelphia was very close, and the Wizards played early. The Nets and their team arrived in Philadelphia. It was less than 10 o'clock in the evening when they checked in the hotel.

As soon as Wang Jun put down his backpack, he heard someone knocking on the door.

After opening the door, Rodney smiled and asked, "Wang, have you brought casual clothes?"

"Take it, what's the matter?"

"Switch it in and go out together." Rodney urged.

"This time?"

"Of course, I haven't relaxed during the Chinese New Year... Are you a young man? Hurry up, otherwise I will tell Jason that you don't give you any face and will not pass the ball to you in the end."

Rodney was joking. The veteran still had to give face. Kidd had a share in this matter, and Wang Jun had to go.

He immediately changed his clothes and went to the hotel lobby and found that most of the players had arrived. Armstrong, the marginal man and the quiet Korver all came to join in the fun.

Veteran Pike is almost in spirit, and Scala Brian and Williams don't like the nightclub environment.

Seeing that one missing, Kidd asked, "Where is Collins?"

Martin, who was in charge of asking Collins, spread his hands. "He said he was a little tired and wanted to stay in the room to watch movies...god, the movie he ordered was actually "Hormones Fascinated by Hormones". Can you watch that kind of gay sissy movie?"

"Don't care about him, let's go." Kidd waved his arms and took the lead in the carnival.

Philadelphia's nightlife is rich, with lively restaurants, cocktail bars, performing arts halls and nightclubs. Whether you want to dance all night or watch live performances, Philadelphia can satisfy your wishes.

The group entered a high-end nightclub called "Walnut House", where celebrities gathered, and the famous DJ made people dance to the music.

Kidd initiated this event mainly because the team recently scored 19 wins and 1 loss. Everyone's nerves are tense and they need to relax properly. It will be better if they play.

Wang Jun's first time in a nightclub was very different from what he imagined.

First of all, it is impossible to see where this is from the outside. There are not so many exaggerated lanterns, and the buildings are also very ordinary.

Secondly, the internal environment is much quieter than the stadium.

When I entered the door, I checked the safety first, which was similar to before boarding the plane. My phone and camera were all placed in the front desk to store. Each person paid a ticket of 10 yuan. It is not allowed to enter under the age of 18.

After entering, I found three tables and everyone sat down.

At this time, people are almost full and there is no good position. They are far away from the stage.

On the stage in the middle, a plump blonde dancer was slowly dancing to the gentle music.

The guests were very quiet, some were enjoying it, some were talking softly, and there was not even a whistle. It was not the decay of capitalism in Wang Jun's impression of Wang Jun.

The most popular program in a nightclub is stripping, which will not take off naked, and will take off until the three-point style.

Other players have seen this market, only Wang Jun and Korver, who only knew that they would give tips to come here to play.

There are two ways to tip. One is to fold the money into a long strip. The dancer will pull the thong belt on one side of her and just don't put it on it. Don't pull it yourself. Don't touch the other person's body, otherwise it will be a violation.

The second is to directly throw money on the table, which is more heroic. If you throw too much, you will get applause.

Wang Jun asked awkwardly: "Why no one told me this in advance?"

"Please, you have all had a scandal with Theron, and your girlfriend is also a radio star. You are our idol. Who would have thought you were so inferior?" Martin laughed.

The teammates were also happy.

Wang Jun is rich and brings hundreds of dollars in cash for the away subsidy for the players. But he doesn't want to spend it generously on such things. He wants to ask Korver to wait here, not to go to the stripper stage, and not to find any separate performances.

Unexpectedly, Korver changed his mind to a hundred yuan change when he asked, and his expression was like a soldier preparing ammunition before going to the battlefield.

Everyone took turns to step forward. They were very skilled in watching striptease tips, and Korver did it as well.

Rodney came back and smiled and said to Wang Jun: "You go quickly. It would be too embarrassing not to tip for such a long time."

"Okay, I'll go."

This is not enjoyment, it is simply self-sacrifice.

Wang Jun didn't feel good at participating in this event purely for the team's sense of mind.

He walked to the front of the stage, and the dancer came over and put a few provocative poses. Wang Jun put twenty dollars in her belt like he completed the task.

He thought this was over, and was about to retreat when he suddenly heard a harsh voice.

"Are the Chinese so stingy when there are yellow-skinned monkeys coming to such places?"

A black man about two meters walked up and took a handful of ten yuan bills and spread it in front of the dancer. The money fell on the platform. On the ground, someone cheered and applauded not far away. They were all black people and they were quite big.

Wang Jun doesn't understand American culture, but this guy is just looking for trouble at first glance.

Wang Jun took a step forward, confronted him tit and said coldly: "You spend money until you lose everything and kneel down to beg for food, and I will not pay attention to you. But if you insult me ​​and insult Chinese people, you'd better apologize to me now."

The other party provokes first, let alone so many people in his team, even he will not retreat.

This guy is not small, but there is still a "Dali Pill" in Wang Jun's warehouse that is useless. If this guy dares to take action, he will definitely not be able to take it and no one can save him.

"Apology? Have you woken up?" The black man looked at Wang Jun contemptuously as if he had heard something funny.

The atmosphere was tense.

Kidd walked up, stood in front of the two of them, and snorted, "Big Dog, do you want to bully the newcomer of our team?"

"Glenn, what happened?" On the other side, a small man with a ridge-shaped hairstyle came over.

His eyes were big, and light flashed under the dim light, making people feel that he was an innocent child.

Wang Jun recognized at a glance that the little one was the 76ers star, Allen Iverson. The guy called "Big Dog" is Glen Robinson, who may face him tomorrow's game.

Wang Jun is not familiar with this guy, so he doesn't recognize him at all because of his appearance.

"It's okay, I'm just saying hello to the Chinese rookie."

"Say hello in the form of racial discrimination and insulting Chinese people? This is really new. With a bastard like you, no wonder the 76ers' record this year is not good." Wang Jun retorted without hesitation.

"Fuck, what did you say, a yellow monkey?" Robinson raised his tone.

Wang Jun did not speak, but looked at Iverson. As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner.

"Allen, look at your mad dog's attitude, you should be able to guess who is right and who is wrong." Kidd also looked at Iverson, waiting for him to express his opinion.

Iverson is a typical black man who came out of the slums. Even if he became famous, his work style was still like that of the lower-class black man. He was generous and raised a group of childhood playmates, met the underworld, and talked about brotherly loyalty.

But Robinson is not his brother, just joined the 76ers this season.

Iverson snorted, looked at Wang Jun and said seriously: "Wang, I apologize to you for him. This time he is wrong. Give me a face, let's just forget it."

"Ok." Kidd patted Wang Jun on the back. "Wang, it's not a big deal for you to shake hands with Aaron. Don't be angry about the brainless."

"Who do you think is crazy?" Robinson became angry, but seeing Iverson's bad eyes, he could only talk and dare not do it.

Wang Jun did what Kidd said. The veteran was experienced, not only on the court, but also off the court.

The bosses of both sides come forward and give each other a step. Otherwise, if the big thing is bad, it will be a bad end, and news will definitely not be a good thing.

Iverson and Wang Jun shook hands hard, and this matter was revealed.

Wang Jun felt angry and glanced at Robinson coldly.

Robinson stared at him and fought back, not knowing how lucky he was. If he really fought, he would not win. To be continued.

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