Although the reporters were crazy, they were not as good as being careless for the sake of news. After the female reporter was squeezed down, the reporters around them made way out. After Chamberlain helped the female reporter up, he ignored the 'THANK-YOU' that the latter said to him and seized the gap and fled into the player channel.

The reporters were in an uproar. After seeing the beautiful appearance of the female reporter, they thought Chamberlain would stay and say a few words to the female reporter, "It's not true for men, so they have the opportunity to ask Chamberlain's questions. Moreover, NBA players and beauties are a good topic and big news."

The female reporter watched Chamberlain's huge figure disappear into the player's passage. It was not until the figure disappeared that she realized and hurriedly participated in the pursuit with other reporters.

Chamberlain entered the locker room, and only Azubuk was playing video games. When he saw him in, Azubuk threw off the PSP in his hand and asked with a gaze: "Z, are the reporters very enthusiastic? You are famous now. God, you scored a triple-double when you first appeared. You are the first in the history of the league to do this! And you are not the starter yet, which is simply amazing!"

Davis cleaned his body and walked out. He wiped his sweat beads and laughed: "Z, today is your festival. I'll discuss with Lao Tang and let you attend the press conference? This must be great. Oh my God, this is the first time I have encountered such a powerful rookie, triple-double, and debut triple-double!"

Chamberlain rolled his eyes, patted the cabinet and shouted, "Stop pulling me all this, get the money, and hand over all the money that lost to me!"

He was also very satisfied with his performance today, but he was even more satisfied with it. According to their bets, except for him and Jackson, everyone else bet that Kobe would score more than 30 points. According to one dollar, it would be more than 20,000 dollars in total, which means that he earned 20,000 dollars tonight!

As for Jackson's part, Chamberlain wisely ignored it. It would be nice if he didn't go to settle the score with that old hooligan. He still wanted to ask for money from him? Go and dream.

The others also took a shower one after another and walked out. They just took a shower here. If they really wanted to take a shower, they would go back to the hotel to take a shower.

Chamberlain collected money one by one, but a group of people didn't want to give it to him, but in the face of Chamberlain's exaggerated chest muscles and Jackson's fists, he had to take out the money unwillingly.

After getting all the money, Jackson came over to share with Chamberlain. Chamberlain stuffed all the money into his pocket, clenched his fists and sneered: "Sage Wu, do you still have the face to come to me for money? Damn you are teasing me, are you? Damn, I haven't settled the score with you yet. Who made a condom for me just now lied to me to bet?"

Jackson angrily said, "Z, you must be fucking conscience when you speak. If it weren't for me, would you make so much money?"

Chamberlain glared at me, who was distracted? It was clearly these guys who wanted to win his money. If he hadn't been lucky, Kobe would have ended up after getting 30 points, then he would have been waiting to lose money.

When Jackson saw that Chamberlain was not a tough guy, he softened his expression and laughed: "Z, we are brothers. You can share half of the money with me - no, don't you have to share half of me, just give me five thousand dollars. What's the matter? You saw that if I hadn't helped you just now, you wouldn't have to get the money from these bastards!"

Chamberlain pressed his pocket tightly and clenched his fists and said, "Don't dream, unless anyone of you can beat me, don't try to touch my money!"

Davis, one of the team's captains, walked over and said, "Z, I know what you mean. You don't want to give us money, but you are willing to invite us to play, right? How about we go to Miami Beach tonight? You must have never been there, the girls there are so hot..."

"Damn, we are in Los Angeles now. Now we are going to Miami? And we are going to the damn beach?" Chamberlain interrupted Davis in surprise. Are these people human-shaped genitals? It's really a lot of money to pick up girls. They actually have to fly from the West Atlantic coast to the East Coast.

A group of people hilariously, Barnes explained: "Miami Beach is a stripper bar, right in Los Angeles, there are many beautiful chicks in it. How about going to have fun together?"

Chamberlain refused righteously: "I'm sorry, I'm still a virgin. I don't want to hand over my first time to those women!"

"Virgin?" Harrington curled his lips in disbelief, "Are you a lie? I don't believe that there are still virgins in the NBA. Even those little caddies have fucked pistols countless times. Don't give me this one!"

Jackson waved his hand to interrupt everyone's siege, and asked Chamberlain, "Are you really not going to Miami Beach?"

Chamberlain said confidently: "Yes, I will never know that place. Even if anyone of you treats me, I won't go!"

Jackson nodded and shouted, "Okay, guys, then I'll treat you tonight, who do you guys are like Z and not going to Miami Beach?"

"We'll all go!" a group of birdmen cheered loudly.

Chamberlain was stunned. He pulled Jackson and smiled silly, "That, Martial Saint, I also want to open my eyes. I was just kidding..."

"You pay!" Jackson tilted his head to look at Chamberlain.

Chamberlain took a deep breath and shouted, "I will never go to such a messy place. No matter who treats you, I won't go!"

Chamberlain regretted this decision. He stood in the empty parking lot, where there was no car, including the bus that picked them up and dropped them off. Jackson's bastards were so bad that they even took the bus while he was the last time he went to take the shower.

"I will make them regret these bitches!" Chamberlain roared with his fist and gritted his teeth, "Wait, dare you bully me? Do you think I'm a soft rookie? Wrong, I'm an angry bird!"

Samar followed Chamberlain as if he was slow. After the latter vented, he asked helplessly: "Man, what should we do? There is no fucking taxi here, it's really hateful!"

"It's nothing," Samar's face was light and light. "I have brothers in Los Angeles. If you wait a moment, someone will pick us up immediately, and it's definitely a luxury car to pick us up!"

It was true. Samar finished a phone call. Within ten minutes, a unique roar of a high-powered engine came into the ears of both of them, and then a golden Lamborghini Lightning Storm sports car rushed to the front of them.

"Hi, Samar, my brother, long time no see!" A middle-aged man with colorful hair jumped out of the car. He and Samar gave a warm hug, who pointed at Lamborghini and said proudly, "How about it, do I do what I say? Pick up and drop off in luxury cars!"

Chamberlain swallowed and stared at the supercar that he had only seen on TV and car magazines, shocked for no reason.

Samar was even more proud and said proudly: "How is it, aren't you very surprised? Tell you, my Samar's friends are everywhere all over the world. Don't say you want a car, you can even get a fighter or an aircraft carrier!"

"Wait," Chamberlain interrupted Samarl's smug words, and he asked with shock, "I'm fucking, Samarl, this car is a sports car for two of the fuck. We have three of us in total? How to go? And there is another question, the fucking seat is too small, right? Damn I can't even sit half of my butt!"

Samar turned back in shock. It was true. The white middle-aged man who was exposed to fashion trends everywhere shrugged helplessly and said to Samar: "Sorry, man, you didn't say on the phone that there was a super big man. You just asked me to drive a cool luxury car, so..."

Samar sighed and sat in the passenger seat, then shook his head at the middle-aged man, and smiled humbly: "In fact, you can just send me back, this guy will come to send him away."

So, in Chamberlain's incredible gaze, the middle-aged man jumped into the Lamborghini, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out quickly.

"Damn!" Chamberlain had nothing to say, "What the hell is going on? God, have I provoked you? Why did you torture me like this?"

His voice was still echoing in the empty parking lot, and another roar of a car started, and then a Hyundai Villax SUV drove out of the corner. The car turned around in the parking lot and drove past Chamberlain, spraying his exhaust on his face.

"It's amazing to have a car? Damn Korean cars. I bought two when I have money, smash one and hit one!" Chamberlain cursed angrily, "If you have the guts, come back. I'm going to smash your car!"

As if he heard his words, the car drove out not far away and fell back. With Chamberlain's face full of defense, the driver's seat window fell, and an elegant and exquisite face appeared at the window, and asked in surprise: "Hello, Mr. Chamberlain? Why are you here?"

Chamberlain suddenly recognized the identity of this woman, the beautiful female reporter he had helped up before, so he explained: "I missed the car, our bus left, and we didn't find the taxi, so we were trapped here."

The girl pushed open the car door and walked out of the car. She said apologetically: "It must be because my colleagues of journalism have wasted you too much time, right? If you don't mind, I can send you back to the Byron Garden Hotel where you are staying." As if she remembered something, she stretched out Haojie's arm generously and introduced herself, "My name is Li Qun, a Chinese, and she is an NBA reporter in the Asia-Pacific region of Sports Weekly."

When the two stood together, Chamberlain realized that this woman was not only very beautiful, with a good figure, but also very tall, about 1.8 meters tall. If she was a model, she would definitely have a promising future.

Since the other party invited him, Chamberlain was not shy. He shook hands with Li Qun and introduced himself solemnly: "My name is Chamberlain, a Chinese American. My ancestral home is Shandong, China, and we are compatriots."

The inner room of Villax is relatively spacious, but when Chamberlain is like a giant, it is still a bit crowded. Seeing Chamberlain being restrained, Li Qun smiled and pressed the seat in the passenger seat to adjust it, so that the space was as large as possible.

Repaying the favor, and when someone sends himself back to the hotel, Chamberlain has to give some news that can be revealed: "Well, where are you from? My hometown is from Shandong. When the Japanese devils occupied Qingdao, my grandfather and grandfather smuggled into the United States and now live in San Francisco. If you go to San Francisco in the future, remember to call me. I can help you if there is anything."

Li Qun smiled and said, "I am from Beijing. I just graduated from graduate school this year and studied sports media. I applied for the Beijing branch of Sports Weekly Asia Pacific. Because I have good English, I came to the NBA to do news reports. Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhang, you speak Chinese very well, which was beyond my expectations."
Chapter completed!