Full of seductive lights, loud music, and swaying their bodies to release their enthusiasm, young men and women.

It's one of Houston's best nightclubs, and it's always been known for its "human" service, in other words, where you can do whatever you want as long as you have the money.

Well, I can't say that completely, at least the white trade (poison) won't work here, because the big boss won't let it.

The supreme VIP box on the top floor of the nightclub can see the scenery below through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, but this glass is one-way, the inside can see the outside, and the outside cannot see the inside.

An old man with silver hair was sitting on a luxurious leather sofa, sullenly drinking the red wine in front of him.

Well, judging by the traces on the table, the old man had already drained at least two bottles of red wine.

"Hey, you're the best coach in the league, and now you're not thinking about next season's tactics at home, but you actually went to a nightclub in the city next door to drink red wine and peeked at the young and beautiful girl below, do you believe me exposing this matter to the media?"

The door of the VIP box was pushed open, and an old man of tall stature and extraordinary bearing walked in, and when he came in, he spoke to the old man who was drinking as if he were a very serious person.

But this man was wearing a colorful shirt, a pair of wide beach pants, and a pair of large slippers with open toes.

"Excuse me? What did you do as the owner of the team? Open a bar and run next door, San Antonio has nowhere to open for you? "Well, after saying San Antonio, the identity of this drinking old man is obvious, who else can there be but Spurs coach Popovich?

That's natural, the tricky grandpa who walked in was Popovich's old comrade-in-arms and the new owner of the Spurs.

"You can't say that." The boss also sat on the sofa and poured himself a glass, "You know, Houston is the fourth city in the United States, and the business potential here is very great, don't forget, I still have to feed so many people on the team, who will pay if I don't work?" ”

Popovich glanced at the boss, nonsense, in terms of his worth, will he be short of this money?

This product is responsible for paying for it, and then Popovich is doing the rest of the things, and there is no one to shake off the shopkeeper like this!

"What's wrong? What's the trouble you've been having? Short of money? ”

The owner only knew that the team had just won the championship, and he also paid for a huge parade, and then gave everyone on the team a big bonus.

"Nope." Popovich shook his head, although he has been depressed lately, it is true that it is not a problem with money.

This year is the first time that the Spurs are not short of money, but there is money but nowhere to spend it, which really makes Popovich feel depressed.

Why didn't the two people in New York and Portland who were stupid and have a lot of money encounter this situation? I'm finally a local tyrant, it's easy for me?

"Then what are you doing with an unhappy look? Low salary? Or did you want to come here to find some sexual encounters but didn't work out? ”

Okay, just three sentences, Popovich rolled his eyes, and was rather speechless to his old friend.

"Hey, Greg, what's that look on your face? I'm your boss, okay? The boss was very dissatisfied with Popovich's white eyes, "You guy eats me, uses mine, and drinks every day, can you have a little conscience?" ”

"Yes, dear boss, now that the whole league is not willing to do business with your team, what should I do?" Popovich asked angrily.

Tactically, Popovich is a grandmaster-level existence, but in business, I have to say that the boss has a hand and can mix up the world in the underground world of the United States, how can he be a mediocre hand?

"I thought something was going on." The boss also understands now, indeed, the team has been too powerful in the past two years, two consecutive championships, as long as there is another championship next year, it will be the fourth dynasty in the league, and the number of championships has surpassed the Bulls.

Think about the era of the Bulls dynasty at that time, so many talents were suppressed and never won a championship, and now the Spurs are showing the dominance of the Bulls to match or even surpass it a little, which is obviously not what other teams in the league want to see.

No one wants to be the character of accompanying the prince to study, so needless to say, they can know that the whole league will go all out to snipe the Spurs next season, and they have privately formed the legendary "Anti-Spurs League".

Not trading with the Spurs and not giving them a chance to strengthen is the first step in the anti-Spurs league, after all, they also know that several important rotation players of the Spurs are going to retire or leave, as long as the Spurs are not allowed to succeed in reinforcing them, they will be finished next season.

"Do you have a way?" Popovich asked rhetorically, in fact he felt that his old friend would definitely have a way.

"How? So, who do you fancy and tell me, how about I tie him up and sign a contract with you? ”

The boss had an expression of "sharpening knives and huo huo to pigs and sheep", as if tying people up was as simple as acquaintance, eating and drinking water for him.

Popovich: "...... Do you have any other way? ”

This is the NBA, not your underworld! Or tie someone up to sign a contract?

"Otherwise...... Not at the moment. The boss thought about it very seriously, and then spread his hands and said helplessly.

Popovich stared at the boss for a moment, then jerked to his feet, picked up an unopened bottle of red wine and walked out.

"Give me a room where I can sleep quietly, and then you can think of it, as long as you can let us trade, it's not bad money anyway."

"It's not my money that's been spent." The boss muttered silently, but he did frown after Popovich went out.

Anyway, Spurs are now their own industry, so it's not okay to be bullied like this.

The boss pulled out his personal phone, then sent messages to certain numbers, and threw the phone on the couch.

It's a joke to kidnap people to sign contracts, but the boss doesn't mind letting those who stumble on their team suffer a little loss.

This summer, the Spurs are going to have an addiction to local tyrants, and no one wants to stop the Texas Rangers waving checks!

Whoever blocks it, then destroy whom, and directly tie up the extinguishing mouth!

The boss picked up his glass and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the people writhing below, and took a sip of wine.

That's the life you should enjoy as a boss, so let Greg continue to worry about those things, and I'm only responsible for giving him the fairest environment possible.

Popovich, who has already arrived in the rest room, does not know exactly what the boss has done, but he believes that when the sun rises tomorrow, he will be able to make the most of the reinforcements he wants!