"It's me, Mr. Mitch Kupchak." An Eastern accent came into Mitch Kupchak's ears.

"Is it you? China hot???" Mitch Kupchak turned to look at the door, where three Lakers players were standing, Matt Barnes, Ci Shiping, and China Tang Qian.

"Yes, that's my husband." Tang Qian said with a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Why are you back? Aren't you supposed to be in San Antonio..." Before Kupchak could finish speaking, Tang Qian interrupted him and said, "What's wrong? Could it be that Mr. Kupchak really wants me to carry out the operation?"

Cranial surgery?”

Tang Qian emphasized the word "craniotomy" very hard, and the irony in his words was palpable.

After all, Mitch Kupchak is the general manager of the Lakers and someone who has the ambition to become the "godfather" of the team. So soon, he came back to his senses and said: "Hot, you have seen the matter. We are not the Lakers."

The team doesn't respect you, it's just that your physical condition is no longer suitable to continue playing in the NBA. The team is not a relief station, so there is no other way."

"But I will change your contract into a guaranteed contract, and I will not pay you a penny less in salary."

"Then what?" Tang Qian said with a very indifferent expression, unmoved at all.

"This is the best outcome for you and the team. Otherwise, according to the contract, I wouldn't have paid you a dime." Mitch Cupp regained his true nature as a businessman and threatened and lured you.

"What???" Matt Barnes got angry as soon as he heard this, and rushed forward to take action: "Are you still prepared not to pay?"

"Barnes, your contract is about to expire. I advise you not to be too impulsive." Mitch Kupchak said without fear at all: "This is the NBA, isn't it? This is a business league, no.

It’s a charity gala, so everyone should be well aware of it.”

"I'm so disappointed." Tang Qian repeated what Mitch Kupchak just said: "You know, if it weren't for Mr. Black Mamba, I would have turned around and left and joined the Green Army.

, completely defeated the Lakers."

"What? Are you talking in your sleep?" Mitch Kupchak said: "With your current physical condition, which team would dare to recruit you? Do you still want to go to Boston? Hot, I advise you to go back to the hospital bed.

Recuperate."

"My physical condition, what's my physical condition?" Tang Qian suddenly said something.

"What's going on? Of course it's intracranial congestion, don't pretend to be confused with me!" Mitch Kupchak said.

"Oh, what if I say that I have recovered?" Tang Qian looked at Kupchak and said somewhat intriguingly.

"Recovered? Haha! Perm, are you kidding me? If you recover, I will immediately apologize to you publicly and then privately compensate you 500,000 US dollars. How about that?" Mitch Kupchak said smoothly,

I immediately felt "something bad" because the other party's attitude was a little too calm.
Chapter completed!