When the Heat rushed to Los Angeles, as expected by Yang Mo, the newspapers were filled with high-profile articles from various basketball commentators. They finally caught a game where the Heat lost and Yang Mo's statistics were not good either.
During the game, they directly equated Yang Mo with the team's cancer.
Yang Mo silently added these vicious words to his favorites, waiting for the day when he would be slapped in the face and go back. This was Yang Mo's fun. He liked to watch those funny scenes of stupid commentators eating their own words.
The Heat arrived in Los Angeles. As soon as Yang Mo turned on his phone, Lu Xueman called: "Hey, Yang Mo, where are you?"
"At the airport, I'm getting ready to go back to the hotel with the team to rest." Yang Mo simply replied.
"Wait for me at the airport. I'll come to pick you up right away. You still have a lot of work to arrange."
"But this doesn't comply with team rules, right?"
"I have already told Pat Riley and he agreed." Lu Xueman explained, and then added: "You are now the leader of the team. You have privileges in the team. There are some rules that you don't need to follow.
.This is the privilege of the strong, understand?"
"Uh..." Yang Mo promised.
"Okay, hang up. I'll call you when I get there."
Lu Xueman's acting style was vigorous and resolute. He hung up the phone immediately, and there was a busy tone immediately. Yang Mo smiled bitterly and hung up the phone. He was actually very happy to have such a beautiful agent, and he didn't have to worry about commercial sponsorship.
She will help you handle every detail, no matter how big or small. But at the same time, it still gives you a headache because she is indeed a little too forceful in some aspects.
About ten minutes later, the bus arranged by the team had not arrived yet, but Lu Xueman had already arrived. Punctuality and trustworthiness were also one of her characteristics. When she came here, she told Spoelstra that she would pick up Yang.
Of course, Spoelstra didn't agree with Yang Mo's decision to go shoot a commercial. Lu Xueman didn't dump him either. He simply said, "You can talk to Pat Riley about this matter," and then took Yang Mo with him.
Gone.
Spoelstra was left alone to sulk: Damn it, Pat Riley, Pat Riley, will you just use Pat Riley to suppress me?
Spoelstra felt that he had lost all face, but he really couldn't do anything against Yang Mo now. Yang Mo is now the core, and we must rely on him to win the game.
"Wait, brat, sooner or later you will be kicked out of my team!" Spoelster roared viciously in his heart. As Yang Mo became more and more powerful, he hated Yang Mo.
It becomes more and more intense.
Yang Mo didn't know what he was thinking. If he knew what he was thinking, and he directly went on strike to force the palace at this time, Pat Riley would definitely abandon his pawn to save the coach. There are managers of Spoelstra's level everywhere.
, but it is not common to have a core player like Yang Mo who can be used as a cornerstone. To compare the two, of course, it is to throw away Spoelstra.
And Spoelstra was obviously confused. At first, his grudge against Yang Mo was because of his national sentiment. Later, Yang Mo refused to sneer at him and became stronger and stronger. Finally, he directly
Becoming the core, this psychological gap from top to bottom turned all his jealousy into hatred, and gradually it took root in his bones.
After Yang Mo followed Lu Xueman out, he got into a luxurious extended Hummer. After sitting down on the luxurious sofa in the car, he asked in confusion: "Did you buy this car?"
"Of course not. This is a special car provided by McDonald's for you. It gives you enough face." Lu Xueman shook his head, took out a black bank card from his pocket and said, "Hey, this is your reward, after tax.
I deposited 7.5 million US dollars into Citibank for you, this is their limited black card."
"Black card? What the hell?" Yang Mo frowned. This was his first time seeing it.
"Put this card on the table when you go out for fun, and women who know the goods will seduce you in groups. It's much more useful than a Rolls-Royce car key." Lu Xueman said angrily.
After hearing this, Yang Mo chuckled, stretched out his hand to touch Lu Xueman's frosty cheek, and teased: "Are you so willing for me to go out and hook up with women? Your mother already recognizes me as her son-in-law."
Yang Mo spoke glibly, but Lu Xueman's cheeks turned red slightly after hearing this. His emotions were slightly confused, and then he said seriously: "In addition to filming this commercial today, you also have two exclusive interviews. One is an exclusive interview with Zhongyang TV Station, and the other one is with Zhongyang TV Station.
One of them is an exclusive interview with Basketball Pioneer, which is very important. You must have a good relationship with these mouthpieces that control public opinion, which is very important to your business prospects."
"The schedule is so full? I haven't had a good night's sleep in the past few days." Yang Mo clicked his tongue, slightly complaining.
"Think of piles of money and you'll feel better."
After Yang Mo heard this, he closed his eyes and thought about it, but his mood still didn't feel much better. Then he thought about women again, and finally felt much better.
Seeing the corners of Yang Mo's mouth slowly rising, Lu Xueman couldn't help but complain: "You can think like this about money? I didn't see it, little Grandet."
"What's money?" Yang Mo chuckled and said affectionately: "I'm thinking of you."
"Miss me?" Lu Xueman's heart sweetened subconsciously, and her tone couldn't help but soften: "What do you miss me for?"
"Imagine the two of us being naked and honest with each other on the bed, and then we start making love..."
Before Yang Mo finished speaking, Lu Xueman, who was blushing, had already roared angrily: "Shut up! You stinking scoundrel!"
She told Yang Mo to shut up, but Yang Mo didn't shut up. Instead, he said ruthlessly: "Unless you kiss me, I will keep talking about the scene in my head. I will take off your coat first, and then I will touch you."
I touched the root of the thigh, um, so slippery, so slippery! I then stretched out my hand to explore your chest. At this time, your eyes began to blur and your lips became slightly soft. I gently leaned in..."
Before Yang Mo finished speaking, Lu Xueman took a piece of bread next to him and stuffed it into his mouth. At this time, the blush on Lu Xueman's face had spread to the lower part of his neck, almost reaching the jurisdiction of the two snow-white jade rabbits.
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When Yang Mo saw Lu Xueman being so shy, he found it very funny. But that was enough and he did not continue talking.
Playing a hooligan also requires a certain degree of restraint. If you go too far, you will really become a hooligan. If you do it on the sidelines, it will look boring. This is a technical job, and Yang Mo also had the help of the six-pointed star.
He is so free and easy, but in the past he couldn't beat a girl with eight sticks, and it was difficult to talk to girls, let alone such high-end and classy behavior as picking up girls by acting like a gangster.
Soon, the extended Hummer took Yang Mo to the filming location, which was a studio in Hollywood. Entering the studio, Yang Mo saw a fairy-like woman at first sight, Liu Yifei??
Immediately, Yang Mo's eyes widened, he looked at it carefully twice, turned back to Lu Xueman and asked, "Do you think that person looks like the fairy sister Liu Yifei?"
"What are you looking at?" Lu Xueman said angrily: "She is the heroine of this advertisement, and you two are partners."
Is Liu Yifei co-starring in a commercial?
When Yang Mo thought of this keyword, he couldn't help but be confused. Because...Liu Yifei was the object of his fantasy when he was a teenager.
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[Eighth update, this chapter is a special update for the big alliance leader "Stop the Wounds of War".]
[ps, please vote to break into the top ten. It’s daylight now, and I’ve spent a long night. I was just scolded by my girlfriend. She said that I am not fighting for updates, but working hard. No.
Wrong, I am just working hard. Victory will never come to you on its own initiative, only you can take the initiative to win. Competitive sports are inherently niche. If I don’t fight, how can I win? Since there is always someone who wants to win, why can’t it be me?
