The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!

"Of course, Justin Bieber, and let me put it this way, LeBron, at least half of the rappers on the West Coast, have let him do that..."

"!!!" LeBron was stunned.

"And that's the rule of the game in this circle, that's what Diddy considers binding, so those rappers under his protection have to go through such things, but I didn't expect he would do it to you..."

"Hasn't anyone reported him?" LeBron still couldn't believe it.

Jay-Z's tone became serious at this moment, "Don't even think about it, LeBron, you might not know how dangerous Diddy is! And..."

"All the rappers who offered their words got substantial benefits from Diddy, they rose up together. You should know Diddy's influence in the circle."

"In my view, now that he has set his sights on you, he won't let go easily."

Hmm...

This was Jay-Z's line of thinking.

Seeing things from LeBron James's perspective and incidentally conveying what Diddy wanted to say.

Whether LeBron would agree, Jay-Z didn't know, but one thing he was sure of:

LeBron would listen to him through to the end!

Instead of just hanging up the call.

Sure enough, LeBron, after a pause, asked, "Jay, what should I do now?"

Jay-Z said, "You can avoid him, LeBron, it's simple, just don't show up in the circles where he appears."

This...

Indeed a solution!

But for LeBron, who was keen on squeezing into the United States's elite circle, this was not a good solution.

Jay-Z also noticed LeBron's reluctance, his lips curling unconsciously, his tone still serious, "Or... LeBron, treat this as a transaction, like I said, just like those rappers, get some benefits from Diddy."

"Money, support from public opinion... these are things you want to gain, and Diddy can help you."

"At least, from then on, the entire black community of the lower classes in the United States will support you, taking your word as God's will!"

"How about joining me in leading the lower-class black people of the United States? Isn't that great?"

Jay-Z's words carried an enticing tone, and LeBron James's gaze was complex, shifting within a few seconds.

He needed to think carefully.

Jay-Z didn't press him. After hanging up, he contacted Diddy, "LeBron says he needs to think it over."

Diddy was satisfied with this outcome, "OKOK, tell LeBron, I can meet any of his demands, even if he wants a hundred million US dollars, I can give it to him, no problem!"

"Looks like your hunting plan is quite successful!" West heard again.

Diddy ignored him, gathered everyone together, and had the server bring up the white powder and various usage tools.

Then he moved directly towards one of the female servers.

Excitedly shouting to the others:

"Time's up, ladies and gentlemen!"

"The real celebration starts now!"

Su Wan was taken home by Kobe, Vanessa had prepared dinner.

During this, even Vanessa brought up Ivanka, asking Su Wan how far he had progressed.

Su Wan said, "It's like this, Vanessa, it requires Kobe's effort!"

Kobe, to show Vanessa's cooking was delicious, kept his head down eating, but when Su Wan mentioned him, he looked up briefly:

Mind your own business.

Su Wan blurted out casually:

"I thought, after being defeated by Kobe in the finals, I would pursue Ivanka, but unfortunately, Kobe has been defeated by me three times. This must be God's directive; it's not time yet!"

"Fuck off!"

Kobe immediately lost his appetite, wiped his mouth with a napkin, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got, pulling Su Wan to go bullfighting right then.

Su Wan refused:

"I don't want my stomach to sag!"

"You're just scared!" Kobe gloated.

Su Wan smiled without speaking, took out championship rings from his casually carried bag, and put them on his fingers.

A total of five.

And there would be another to be worn after the first game of the new season.

Kobe suddenly stopped teasing, it took a while before he cursed:

"Freak!"

Who carries around five championship rings all the time?

Su Wan: I wouldn't wear them anywhere else, but coming to Los Angeles, it's a must.

What if we run into each other?

See, isn't it fitted just right!

On June 20, Su Wan returned to New York, met with Donnie and after completing "Su Wan's prediction," he was to fly back to Wuhan to participate in this year's Asian Championship. This battle was crucial for next year's Olympic tickets, leaving no room for error. So, after communicating with the rotten association, they joyously made space for him.

Now the rotten association had also come around, realizing they had to rely on Su Wan to perform, creating strained relationships would only bring them misfortune when the time came; they might as well give Su Wan a "green pass":

Play if you want, don't if you don't.

Pay the fees if you desire, or don't.

If other players have complaints, it's fine, as long as they can perform at Su Wan's level, they can be treated equally.

See?

This world has always made way for the strong.

Without exception.

The meeting between Su Wan and Donnie Walsh was mainly about two things, the first was completing the renewal with Su Wan; the second matter was about this year's draft picks.

Before getting to these tasks, Walsh signed his new contract:

3 years for 15 million.

In the realm of NBA general managers, this contract was already considered very top-notch.