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A number of the media have affirmed that Andy and Alexander are almost done talking. The members of the league are now being publicized, and you know that as long as the president of the league, David Stern, agrees, these team owners will not offend the very powerful young Andy Smith, not to mention the Smith family behind him.

Even Los Angeles fast fleet owner Donald Sterling, an old bastard who was so desperate to see Andy, was only half joking that Andy should buy his team, and Los Angeles was the best place for Andy to buy big toys.

Seeing Donald's arrogance and ridicule at himself, Alexander almost couldn't resist smoking him.

Leading Andy to meet other team owners Alexander's shady face, he whispered to Andy in disgust: "This old bastard has been having a rough time lately, and his real estate company lost a lot in this crisis. ”

Andy smiled softly and said to Alexander, "Let's go to Houston the day after tomorrow to finish the rest of the best program. Houston's media has been a mess lately. ”

“Well, it's time to close the deal, and the media are still optimistic about who you are, but some media are just petting the sales crowd, deliberately picking things to worry fans about causing team management turmoil, thus affecting the team's new season results, after all...” Alexander glanced at Andy with his glass in his eyes and couldn't help but relieve himself. The financial pressure for this period was too great for him, and two days later, he could finally be relieved.

“Huh.” Andy laughed softly and naturally understood that Alexander had not spoken after all, that the Giants' management earthquake had long been a secret, and that the inside of the Rocket Squad was already alarmed by the firing of senior executives on the day he became owner.

However, the team's players were optimistic about his upcoming main rocket, and Dayao, who competed in Asia, responded very implicitly to journalists' questions, "It must have had a more positive impact on the team. ”

After all, fans know the extent to which Alexander is stuck, second only to Los Angeles Express's jerk boss Sterling, Andy Smith's younger gold, is definitely going to play the big game for the overall championship, and that's something some media and fans have been talking about lately.

Several of the bosses in the league welcomed Andy into the league. The owner of the team in the West, who was present in the East, met Andy for a while, and one of the small owners of the Bobcats, Jordan at the door of the NBA, for this old hooligan, Andy was a fan of both his life and his past life.

But this old hoodlum, like the old Loch Los Angeles hoodlum Jerry Bass, came to the party with a young lady, and Jordan, who had just finished spending hundreds of millions of dollars ending his marriage, could be said to have regained his old hoodlum style.

When the party ended and a team owner complimented the media surrounding them on welcoming Andy to the league, making the league more vibrant, etc., fans, both in the media and among the people who saw the news, knew that the 23-year-old billionaire had joined Toyota Center as iron.

The black Maybach 62S travels fast on First Avenue, with Andy holding a slightly tired Ivana in his arms, her nostrils smelling of hair, her head kissed down, her eyes looking out the window across the river, the dilapidated bungalows are similarly arranged shoulder-to-shoulder, and Citibank's high-rise should be the most prominent sign across the river.

“It's been a long time, darling.” Andy squeezed Ivana in his arms and said softly.

Ivana opened her eyes and lay down in Andy's arms and laughed: "Nothing, it's just a shame that the team you're buying isn't Knicks, the rockets are in Houston, and it's a bit of a hassle to watch the game. ”

“Well, go see the Giants, and you'd better be in the boss's box when I'm not in New York, and I think it's going to be a beautiful view of the Giants.” Andy laughed softly.

The Dolan family treated Knicks as a family business. How could they let go of it? Even if they spent a lot of money, their grades were still messed up. They never thought of selling it. If the Knicks in New York were to sell it, they would have more competitors.

“Are you leaving the day after tomorrow?” Ivana wrapped her arms around Andy's waist, and her pretty white face clinging to Andy's arms asked.

“Well, I'm going to Houston to finish the deal, then I'm going to stay there for a few days, and then the schedule is full, and after the MTV awards in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, I need to go to England.” Andy talked about his schedule and stroked his hand on Ivana's delicate GUANG slip back.

“I really don't want to be separated from you.” Ivana raised her face, raised her red lips, looked at Andy with a relentless expression, and reached out and touched Andy's cheek and said softly.

“Huh.” Andy reached out and grabbed Ivana's jing coincidentally in the chin, and said, “Who said that before? ”

“Nasty ~” Ivana had a fog in her eyes, biting her lip horn, and a delicate and delicate face.

“Before I leave, I'll feed you full, and by the way, I'll wear the silk belly pockets I brought you back from Rabbit Country with silk WA. Hey, I'm sure you'll be very YOU... ”

Ivana seemed to think of something, the chun water in her eyes almost spilled out, her eyes lost and her head lowered wen lived her red chun Andy tangled up...

Late at night, the dusk lights added a little aimei to the bedroom, which had just gone through a terrible war and was filled with scattered hormones.

Andy stretched his arm out of the blanket and grabbed the phone buzzing from the nightstand, looking at Ivana, holding her tight to her coma, breathed a sigh of relief and stood up carefully, wearing only a black belly DOU Ivana, who couldn't shield the arrogant upper circumference, grabbed her phone and picked up her shorts from the carpet and walked out of the bedroom.

Walked barefoot into the restaurant, took a bottle of mineral water out of the fridge, unscrewed it, drank a large sip, and walked into the study with the bottle.

Sitting on the boss chair, he took a cigar out of the wooden box, quickly cut it with a cigar, the matches were scratched and roasted, lit a sip, spit out smoke, picked up the phone and flipped the missed call, saw that it was Li Xiaoying's phone, not called back by a slight frown.

The phone rang two times and was picked up immediately, "Sorry, boss, I'm interrupting your break. ”

“It's okay. I'm not asleep yet. Why? You rarely call this time.” Andy adjusted a comfortable sitting position with a cigar in his hand, unscrewed the cap, and worked hard to get him sweaty and needed a little moisture.

“Well, congratulations, boss. You bought the Houston rocket. Recently, news stories about you from the Heavenly Dynasty are paved, boss. You are now very well known in the Heavenly Dynasty.” Li Xiaoying looked down at the newspaper on the desk and couldn't help but sigh.

“Thanks, heh, I saw Dayao answering the press report, and he said that Tian Dynasty fans would definitely be curious about my new owner of the rocket team.” Andy also knows that Dayao is bragging about his suspicions, but in short, it's a good thing that makes the Rocket team much more popular in Heaven. After all, the media in Heaven has been using all sorts of bragging and stories to tie fans' feelings about the Rocket team that Dayao is on to increase the game's viewership.

Heavenly Dynasty Media has always liked to report things on a bunch of bees, and also wants to directly reproduce other people's news. Seeing a billionaire so young, not only is he young and gold, handsome, but also, most importantly, a good friend with their Dayao, but also of Tianjin descent.

People do have a little curiosity about what it's like to be this person. As a result, it broke the hearts of a bunch of losers. Whether they look like each other, wealth, or family, they are the top rich and handsome beings. One instant broke the glass heart of the ground. The problem is this condemnable foreigner, there is also a hot body, a pair of arrogant people around the screen can drool around the top white, rich and beautiful girlfriends, the damage caused is definitely a knockout.

Of course, just now, one of the two generations of the heavenly dynasty, known as the devalued rich generation, was also devastated, and before that, Andy, a decadent and dead-generation, was awakened to make 10 billion dollars a year of assets, which is a myth.