"How's the water temperature?"

"It seems a little high."

"Would you like to try it a little higher?"

"That...... Let's make a soup if it's a little higher. ”

"You little fat man can't do it, it's better than us two old men."

……

"Comfortable?"

"Oh~ so comfortable."

"Hehe, now you know the benefits of high temperatures, come, drink!"

"Oh, oh, ah, oh~"

"Little fat man, be quiet!"

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It's a Japanese-style box, with classic Japanese murals painted on the walls and a lot of ornaments, but it's foggy inside, and you can't see the decorations on the walls or what's going on inside.

Oh no, I don't know what's going on inside? One can only guess from the occasional voice and discourse.

Of course, there is certainly nothing inappropriate to do in it.

It is a Japanese-style artificial hot spring bath, and this private room is the most luxurious, and it can only be used by the owner, the owner.

That's right, it's the boss, the guy who still likes to dress up as a ramen old man last year, who pressured the Bobcats at the draft to make the Bobcats trade the list to the Spurs, invited the three gods to train Qin Yan last summer, and invited Rodman's guy this year!

At the same time, he is also Popovich's old comrade-in-arms, one of the bigwigs of the American underground industry, known as "The Boss".

A tycoon who comes to all kinds of dance halls, casinos, baths, bars, etc., which sounds like a sluggish industry, personally entertains guests in the most luxurious private rooms in his own bathhouse, which is naturally very noble.

Ahem, that's generally the case, but the two people who are staying with the boss now, although they also have a certain social status, have nothing to do with the word "honorable......

The boss soaked in the hot spring, showing his head and neck, and at the same time holding a small wine glass placed on a floating tray in his hand, taking a sip from time to time.

Opposite him, a silver-haired guy was also soaked in it, and he was still squinting with a pleasant expression on his face.

If the Spurs were here, they would have recognized that this guy was none other than their head coach, Popovich.

And in the middle of the two, near the shore, there was also a chubby head, this guy seemed to be a little unbearable and was about to sneak up.

Of course, he moved his body as carefully as possible, not wanting to alarm the old man over there who was drinking with his eyes closed.

In front of the old man, he felt like a rabbit in front of a lion, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Little fat man, are you planning to run away?"

The boss's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and then his upper body emerged from the water, staring directly at the little fat man who was about to slip away.

The little fat man who was about to walk away froze suddenly, and could only turn back silently, and then continued to soak in the water with a smile on his face.

The baby cries in his heart, but the baby doesn't say it.

"Haha, this is like a man, you see me and Greg, we are so much older than you, aren't we all still soaked in it, you are so young, you can't say no!"

The boss laughed, if the Spurs players were here, they would be surprised, this old guy with the same silver hair, his muscles are simply better than all of them, and his abdominal muscles can be used directly as a washboard!

"Okay, he's also my boss, don't scare him."

Popovich also opened his eyes and said to his old friend.

"Oh, young man now, it's boring, and, Greg, correct, he's not your boss soon, I am." The boss looked unconcerned.

"Wait...... Sir, what did you just say? "The little fat man who has never dared to speak has heard some heavy news, what do you mean that he is not Popovich's boss right away, is Popovich going to change jobs?

Oh my God, how can this work! Popovich is very important to the Spurs, the little fat man knows very well in his heart, without Popovich, there would be no Spurs today, so although the little fat man was afraid of the boss, he still asked.

"Yo, little fat man, you're finally talking, come, I'll ask you a few questions first." The boss seemed to have a new understanding of the little fat man, and began to ask, "You sell tractors at home, right?" ”

"Yes, starting with my grandfather, we were one of the largest agricultural machinery merchants in Texas." Speaking of the ancestors, the little fat man is quite proud.

"How much profit do you make in a year?" Why is the second question so sharp all of a sudden?

"Well, this is not as good as you, but it's okay." The little fat man's forehead was also full of sweat, and he didn't know if he was scared out.

"Oh, then the Spurs are the majority shareholder, right?"

"Yes, that's right." The thing that the little fat man is most proud of is that he has such a strong team as the Spurs in his hands.

Especially after the selection of Qin Yan last year, the market value of the Spurs began to rise sharply, think about the Rockets because of the selection of Yao Ming, Alexander's miser's assets directly increased more than ten times!

Now, the little fat man also fantasizes about the assets of the future section can also be increased more than ten times!

"Oh, tell me, how much, sell it to me." The boss spoke lightly.

"What, what?" The little fat man was still thinking that his assets had multiplied more than ten times, and he was really shocked to hear this kind of news suddenly.

"You're running a Spurs, is there any pressure?" The boss raised an eyebrow, "Or I'll just point it, can you afford to pay the luxury tax?" ”

"This ......" The little fat man stopped talking for a while, to be honest, Spurs really can't help it, at least not now.

"Then you also know that the Spurs have a bunch of young talents right now, and when they are all ready to renew their contracts, you should be under a lot of pressure, right?"

"Hmm......" The little fat man clutched his chest, this is really a critical hit, and the Spurs really can't pay the luxury tax now.

"Also, your arena is so dilapidated that a lot of things need to be renovated."

"Hmm......" The little fat man covered his chest again, it is precious to renovate the stadium......

"Well, it's time for the Spurs to get a good charter plane, and it's time for the boats and cars that march every year to change."

！ The little fat man said that he would admit defeat, I am just an ordinary good boy who sells tractors, and I really can't afford to mess with you, big guy.

"How many shares do you want?" Since you can't afford to mess with it, it's better to admit defeat, but even if you want to sell it, you have to sell it for a good price.

"Don't be so sad, I just want 60%." The boss is still very authentic, "And you are still the boss of Spurs, after all, your family has bought Spurs for so many years." ”

"So, what about my shares?" The little fat man asked.

"You take 25%, then Greg 5%, and the general manager is still him, and the rest is left to the others." The boss is worthy of being a big man, and he is so generous.

"Don't sigh, I'll inject more money into the team, your current 25%, the value will not be less than before."

Seeing that the little fat man was a little hesitant, the boss opened his mouth again to explain.

"Okay, I promise you." If you don't agree, you can't help it, and I'm still the boss of Spurs on the surface, and I only have a lot more than before, so why not do this kind of good thing?

"Good, that's the signature."

The boss snapped his fingers, and then a tray floated over with a stack of papers, which was the new equity agreement.

"Greg, I'll be your boss from now on."

When the little fat man finished signing, the boss pointed to the document and said to Popovich with satisfaction.

"Well, whatever you want, but now I can go back and tell those kids that in the future, the team will have money." Popovich did not express his opinion from beginning to end, as if such a thing had nothing to do with him.

"Hey, you're a little more upright!"

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