(Yesterday I hit 17,000 words! It’s been a month since I published the book! For the sake of my hard work! Hand over the ticket! This is the most diligent I have ever done in coding...)
Just when Blake Dolan was looking for a suitable apartment in New York City with the abducted Liv Tyler to open a psychological clinic, his father, who had been silent for less than a month, called again:
"Blake, where are you?"
"New York, find an apartment with good lighting." Blake Dolan sat in the passenger seat with a phone in hand, while Liv Tyler drove the car and reached out to turn off the radio.
"I have a latest movie here, how about we come and watch it together. This is the heaviest movie I have seen in ten years." Although James Dolan said he felt heavy, there was no hint of depression in his tone.
"I guess you're trying to convince me to coach the Knicks, right? Let me guess which movie it is? 'Hot Coach'? Or 'Come on Marshall'?" Blake Dolan said.
"Son, I need you to come over and watch this movie to let you know your dad's current situation." James Dolan said on the other end of the phone.
"Okay, I'll go and give you a surprise by the way, a surprise you can't imagine." Blake Dolan hung up the phone and said to Liv Tyler next to him:
"Go to msg. My dad wants to show me a movie. I don't know what he wants to say."
Liv Tyler made a cute face and drove the car towards Madison Square Garden.
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When Blake Dolan and Liv Tyler pushed open James Dolan's huge office, they found that his father was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window admiring the street view of New York.
"Hi! Dad!" Black Dolan yelled.
James Dolan turned around, looked at the girl next to Blake Dolan first, and then smiled:
"It seems that the words I wrote on the airship still have an effect. They are perfect for your girl! Hello!"
Liv Tyler raised her finger: "Hello, Mr. Dolan."
Blake Dolan to James Dolan: "This is Liv, Liv Tyler, uh, my girlfriend."
James Dolan sat back behind his desk and said, "This is your surprise for me? Well, not bad, very beautiful."
"No, the surprise is that Liv is the daughter of Steve Tyler, the lead singer of the band Skysmith!" Blake Dolan said while looking at his father.
"What!" James Dolan exclaimed: "Steve Taylor's daughter?"
"That's absolutely true!" Black Dolan said.
"Hey! Hello!" James Dolan stood up from his seat and walked towards Liv Tyler:
"I am a die-hard fan of your father. I have all the albums of his band! When I went to Los Angeles to release a rock record! I was influenced by him! I even met him once! He held a concert in Madison, and I was with him
group photo!"
When he mentioned rock music, James Dolan immediately brightened up, turned around and walked towards his desk, pulled out a well-preserved photo and handed it to Liv Tyler:
"Look! It's his signature!"
Liv Tyler held Blake Dolan's arm and looked at the photo: "I know, Blake told me something about you, and you are full of love for rock and roll."
"Of course!" James Dolan said in a loud voice: "If my father Charles hadn't asked me to come back to host the company, maybe I would be able to work with Steve Tyler on a world tour now! I can also sing very well.
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"Didn't you say you wanted me to come back and watch a movie?" Black Dolan reminded him. He knew that if his father mentioned rock and roll, he might not be able to finish it all day long.
"Liv, I want to treat you and your parents to dinner sometime. I can't wait." James Dolan first said to Liv Tyler, and then said to Blake Dolan:...
"Of course, you can sit on the couch and watch! It's exciting!"
As he spoke, he picked up the remote control on the table and turned on the projector. An obviously unprocessed footage appeared. The first thing that appeared in the screen was a black man standing in front of the camera with a microphone. Black Dolan knew this black man.
, the Knicks’ number one fan and the famous director Spike Lee.
"James, as an old friend, this season has just ended. I sent you this video. I hope you like it. Look, this is the expression of the Knicks after 1999. It took me a long time to edit it.
,By the way, the name of this movie is Confusion."
Judging from the time displayed next to it, this is a very short video, only nineteen minutes, but Blake Dolan obviously understood why his father called him to watch it. Spike Lee watched it in nineteen minutes.
The clips show the expressions of countless fans, players, coaches and even James Dolan. None of them are positive, confused, incomprehensible, crazy, sad, silent, angry, roaring... The lower right corner of those pictures marks the time, 1999.
By the end of the season, this is where Knicks fans and players alike are confused.
It seems that Spike Lee knows how to use something to impress people. For example, this video is less than 20 minutes long. It has no narration or narration, just like a silent film, but those expressions are enough to make anyone think deeply about the New York Knicks.
What's the matter? Stars with big contracts can only show their helplessness by spreading their hands on the court again and again. Can coaches only shake their heads on the sidelines to express their disappointment?
The scene finally freezes on James Dolan's expression while watching the game from the sidelines. He has his hands folded across his chest and his face is expressionless.
Finally, Spike Lee appeared on camera again: "It's time to do something, James. New Yorkers shouldn't look like this. You know, think about when Patrick Ewing announced his retirement in Madison in February and all the fans were there.
Standing up and crying, when Ewing is gone and Alan Houston is old, the Knicks need new souls."
The video quickly finished playing. Black Dolan leaned back on the sofa, spread his hands out straight, stared at the ceiling and said:
"What do you want to say?"
"When you come back to coach, you can lead a low-level NCAA team to win the championship, and you can do it with the Knicks. Moreover, you can sign any player you like, such as Marbury, Iverson, etc.
Duncan, don't worry about money, I don't want to be the idiot owner of the Knicks after having the son of a championship coach!" James Dolan sat behind his desk, lit a cigar, and threw it to his son.
Blake Dolan picked up his cigar and looked at his father: "Are you sure this movie wasn't made by you and Spike Lee?"
James Dolan himself cut off the cap of a cigar again, heated it slowly with a cigarette lighter and said:
"I'm not interested. Moreover, now, the fans want to see you appear. This is the most important thing. As the owner of the team, you must meet the conditions of the fans. Only when you have the fans can you own the team."
"Are you sure I can get all the rights to the Knicks, under any conditions?" Blake Dolan asked: "Including trading those stars you like?"
James Dolan lit the cigar and took a puff and said: "That's not important. What's important is that you are more dazzling than those stars now. I, and those fans, know how to choose."
"Okay, let me give it a try?" Black Dolan took a puff of his cigar and then smiled: "I told all my friends a few days ago that I was going to be a psychiatrist."
"You can think of yourself as a psychiatrist and cure the Knicks' problems," James Dolan said.
"Last question, did you tell Sheldon Cooper that if I win the NBA championship, you will contribute the victory diamond you collected?" Blake Dolan turned sideways and looked at his old man
Dad asked.
"Why not, the victory diamond should be set in the championship ring." James Dolan shrugged and said.
"Well, okay, hold a press conference and tell them that Don Cheney and Scott Layden resigned, and Blake Dolan is here to heal the Knicks." Blake Dolan stood up and said to Liv Tyler:
"It seems that our psychological clinic will not open again for some time."
