At the same time, in another corner of the beautiful country - Las Vegas, Fisher eagerly asked his assistant to start the transfer process.
"Complete the process as soon as possible, and I will go to Houston to take office tomorrow."
"Also, help me inform my dad that I bought the Rockets for only 800 million, so that he will be happy!"
Fisher said to his assistant.
"Boss, I still think things won't be that simple. Can you show us the contract?"
"Yes, it's not that we don't believe you, we just want to confirm the contract details again."
Omega's think tanks made suggestions one after another.
"It's so long-winded... How can such a thing be false?"
"Don't worry, I've read the contract. It says in black and white that all shares will be transferred for US$800 million."
"Forget it, let me take a look at it so you don't have to bother me all the time."
Fisher finished speaking and threw the contract on the table.
The think tanks got together and began to study page by page carefully.
After a while, the expressions of several people changed drastically, and some of the people with poor mental quality even started to tremble a little!
Fisher also noticed that several people had something wrong with their expressions, but just as he was about to ask, his cell phone rang.
"Who is bothering me at this time?"
He complained and took out his cell phone, only to find that it was his father, Donald's call.
"Dad, are you looking for me?"
Fisher immediately switched to a humble tone.
"Did you see Alexander's tweet? Is he telling the truth?"
Donald didn't even bother to say hello. He started asking questions and couldn't hide the anger in his voice.
"Alexander? That old man from the Rockets? Did he announce the acquisition of the team?"
"Dad, what did I think was going on...I was planning to tell you the good news!"
Fisher breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.
"Bringing good news? Tell me, is there anything worthy of good news?"
Donald laughed angrily, but he still had a sense of luck in his heart.
At this moment, he desperately hopes that his son can tell him that Alexander's tweet is wrong!
"Don't worry, let me see what Alexander said on Twitter first."
With that said, Fisher opened Twitter, and as soon as he entered the software, he was immediately attracted by a push——
Rockets general manager Alexander issued a statement saying that all his teams have been sold.
Fisher clicked in and soon saw the original tweet.
The next moment, he panicked!
"What the hell? Why did the Rockets sell to Shen Fei? I still have a copy of the contract, can I still cheat?"
"Team Vipers? What kind of team is this???"
Fisher looked in disbelief and quickly looked to his think tank for help.
But when I looked up, I saw the despairing expressions of several people.
"What's going on? Speak!"
Donald was very irritated by the sudden silence and asked sharply.
"Dad, give me some time and I'll get back to you after I figure things out!"
After that, Fisher ignored the anxious voice on the other end of the phone and ended the call.
"What's going on? Is there something wrong with the contract?"
He took the contract back and asked while flipping it over.
"My young boss... what you are signing is the transfer agreement for the Rockets' affiliated team, the Vipers!"
"If the US$800 million acquisition of a Development League team goes through, we will not only become the laughing stock of the whole world, but it will also have a lot of bad effects!"
"Yeah, this kind of second-tier team basically doesn't have much market value, which is equivalent to 800 million US dollars wasted."
"Young Master, didn't they really force you to sign this contract?"
"Or...you didn't read the terms of the contract carefully and were set up?"
The think tanks were talking to each other, and everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
Fisher already knew that he had been deceived and was furious.
Just when he was about to have a seizure, a think tank said: "The most urgent task now is to see if the money has been remitted. If not, there may be room for reversal!"
Fisher nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, hurry up and contact your assistant to tell you to stop!"
............
The next 10 minutes may be the longest 10 minutes in Fisher's life.
Finally, the assistant called.
A wise man named Maupassant answered the phone.
After another minute, he turned to look at Fisher: "Young Master... the bank has passed the approval, and US$800 million has been transferred from multiple branches."
"Snapped!"
As soon as Maupassant finished speaking, he was slapped on the face.
"waste!"
Fisher was completely panicked, and even after being slapped, he kicked the opponent to the ground again.
Then, he quickly dialed Donald's phone number. This was his last straw!
"Dad...I got into trouble..."
"That old man Alexander tricked me! All I talked about with him the whole time was the acquisition of the Rockets, and he actually tampered with the contract!"
Fisher said with a cry.
800 million US dollars, no matter how dandy he is, he still knows how terrifying this figure is.
"It took you so long to call...the funds have already started to be transferred, right?"
"You...how many times have I reminded you to report anything to me first."
"You're good at making decisions, and yet you make such a stupid mistake!"
"You! How could I have a stupid son like you!"
Donald sighed and said stubbornly.
"I know I was wrong, dad...what should we do now?"
Fisher had lost his soul at this moment and could not think.
"What should I do? The money has already passed, so we can only file a lawsuit."
"I will arrange this matter when the time comes. Get back to the headquarters immediately and you are not allowed to leave at all!"
Donald ordered.
"Okay, I'll come over now..."
Fisher had already foreseen the situation of being beaten by Fatty, and sighed.
............
The focus shifted to a mansion in Sacramento.
"Dad, can we take action?"
A clear and melodious voice sounded.
The person who spoke was the daughter of the Kings - Ajiali.
"Well, you've been busy working on this matter for so long, you can close the net now."