"Thank you for the wine, it's great!" Blake Dolan raised the glass in his hand and thanked Scott Weidman: "But if there is nothing else, I want to go back and study the opponent for the next game."
Scott Weidman was a little drunk, and two large glasses of whiskey with water made him dizzy: "Blake! Kid! There is no need to be so nervous. It is only a pre-season match now, and the real highlight will not be until December."
Starting from now on, the outcome of the game during this period will not have much impact on the final selection, let’s have another drink!”
"Thanks, but whether it's a pre-season game or a regular season, I don't want to end with failure. Good night, Mr. Widman!" Blake Dolan took the coat from the bartender, put it on and walked outside.
Scott Weidman drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and said to himself: "I don't want to end with failure... All college coaches in the NCAA league will say this every year, but there is only one championship..."
…
Before Blake Dolan could stop a taxi, his cell phone rang, and Sheldon Cooper's voice came from inside:
"Blake! I'm glad you're not asleep! I just met Michael King on the Internet! You know, this guy first went to work as a security guard in a company after retiring..."
"Speak to the point! Sheldon!" Blake Doran said.
"Okay! To put it simply! Michael King became a mercenary and is now in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where he serves the former rebels and the current government. But this bastard met the son of a former government official, and the two became good friends.
Friends, now former government officials, including their family members, are either killed or imprisoned, and Michael King hopes you can help him find a way to rescue his friends and family!" Sheldon Cooper said very fast.
"Does this bastard know what he's talking about?" Black Dolan said in a cold tone.
"He said he figured you were going to say that. He said the guy's brother was a strong karate master and he was seven feet one! Well, that's because I told him you were now a college basketball coach and he said
Yes, he said that guy was a natural basketball player! Most importantly, the reason why Michael King became so enthusiastic was because this guy slept with that guy's sister and planned to get married!" Sheldon Cooper said.
"Then let that guy Michael settle in the Congo! I'm just a graduate student now, not the former U.S. Army captain!" Blake Dolan said.
"He said that it is the Republican Party that is secretly supporting the current Congolese government now, and he knows your..." Before Sheldon Cooper could finish speaking, Blake Dolan had already growled in a low voice: "Tell Michael King that son of a bitch! Even if
If he comes back alive, I will kill him too!"
"Do you need me to tell him that?" Sheldon Cooper laughed on the other end of the phone.
"Damn! Okay! Tell that bastard to wait for two days! I will go back to New York! That's it! If he is not my comrade, I will not help him! Tell him, don't let me see him again!" Blackmore
Lan hung up the phone immediately!
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new york msg headquarters
Black Dolan walked towards the elevator wearing a black suit that he had not yet had time to change out of.
"Sir! How can I help you?" A black security guard in uniform walked over quickly and stopped Black Dolan.
"I want to see the president here!" Black Dolan stopped and said to the security guard.
"Please ask the staff here to help you make arrangements. Please follow me." The security guard motioned towards Black Dolan.
"Okay!" Black Dolan walked to the navigation station and said to the woman inside: "I want to see the president here."
"I'm very sorry, Mr. President doesn't have time now because he is meeting with guests." The staff member said in a neither humble nor condescending manner...
"Meeting guests at nine o'clock in the morning? Madam, you think your president is so perfect! I want to see him now and call him." Black Dolan put one hand on the navigation console and spoke in a serious tone.
"Stim!" the woman called to the security guard who was watching eagerly next to her: "Send this gentleman out and tell him that he needs to make an appointment in advance to see the president."
The black security guard named Stim showed no scruples about the pistol hanging on his waist, and said to Black Dolan: "Sir, the exit is over there."
Black Dolan ignored him, took out his mobile phone, thought for a moment, and dialed the number:
"Aunt Nancy, long time no see. I'm downstairs in the building now because I don't have an appointment. Yes, I want to see him, please."
After that, he hung up the phone and said to the security guard opposite: "Wait a minute."
Then he said to the woman at the navigation desk: "Please, give me a Partagas cigar. I know that guy often puts some good stuff here."
Seeing that the woman was a little surprised, Black Dolan said: "Put it in the second drawer next to you."
As he was talking, the elevator that led directly to the president's office was opened, and a woman in her forties walked out of it. She walked in a hurry, ignored the polite greetings of other employees who stopped, and rushed directly to Blake Dolan and gave her a hug.
Stopping him, he said: "My child! God! I didn't expect you to call me. The Lord must have heard my prayer last night!"
"Aunt Nancy, you are still as beautiful as you were then." Black Dolan smiled and said.
"My little Blake, the last time I saw you was on your seventeenth birthday. I can't believe that little Blake has turned into a handsome boy!" The woman whom Blake called Aunt Nancy held Blake's face in her hands.
, his eyes seemed to be shining with tears, and he said in surprise.
"Is he okay?" Blake Doran asked.
"That idiot? He is the worst CEO on earth. Come on, let's go up and see him!" Aunt Nancy said, glancing at the awkward woman in the navigation station, and her tone turned indifferent: "You are doing the right thing, but
From today on, you must remember this face! Even if he wants to set this building on fire, you must help him pour gasoline on the building!"
After saying that, a smile appeared on his face again, and he took Blake Dolan's hand and walked towards the elevator: "Let's go, little Blake, let's see what the expression of that guy James will be when he sees you!"
Just two steps away, the woman at the navigation desk suddenly called out: "Sir, your cigar!"
Black Dolan turned around and took it, nodded and said, "Thank you."
A group of msg staff members were left stunned, and even a documentary director who was planning to go out for a photoshoot felt that he should record Pocher's expression and actions just now.
In the elevator, the only woman in the entire msg who can call James Dolan an idiot, a powerful talent who has been listed in the top ten lists of major headhunting companies but has never been available, is called the "Queen of the Dolan Family" by countless Wall Street experts.
", Katharina Pocher, who has been serving the Dolan family at HBO since 1979, is called Aunt Nancy by Blake Dolan. She is carefully helping Blake arrange his tie.
