The Way of Basketball: Never Talk Shit to Him!

LeBron remained silent throughout the call, only showing a hint of madness in his expression when he hung up at the end.

At the end of July, Su Wan participated in the latest round of labor negotiations.

The owners also brought in a big shot. Michael Jordan, representing the owners, slammed the table, "How much more do you damn want to make!"

Interestingly, he had said the same thing 13 years ago.

Only back then, he was a player slamming the table at the owners.

Thirteen years had passed, and Jordan was still Jordan, his personality unchanged, even his words...

Were exactly the same as before.

Only his role had changed!

Su Wan slammed the table back at him, "The League is making money because we play through each and every game. If you think you're not making enough, you can leave the court right now. I believe there are lots of owners waiting to take your place!"

"You can't play in the NBA without money!"

"Go fuck yourself!" Michael Jordan cursed outright.

Shocking the other owners beside him.

But Su Wan simply flipped the table.

End the talk!

With that, this round of negotiations came to an end...

Upon leaving the conference room, the two who argued most fiercely, Michael Jordan and Su Wan, acted as if nothing had happened, leaving the scene with smiles and laughter, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

"You know I'm going to train with Tim next, right? How many days are you staying in New York? Want to swing by the gym?" Su Wan extended the invite to Jordan before they parted ways.

Jordan looked at Su Wan's seemingly nonchalant expression, wondering what this guy was up to, but ultimately did not give a definite answer.

He always felt that the kid was up to something.

Su Wan did not extend the invitation further.

Fishing requires letting go and reeling in at just the right moments to catch the fish.

After Michael Jordan left, Su Wan made a call, "Jimmy, it's me, Su Wan. We're starting training in a couple of days. Did you shave your head like I told you? OK, see you then! What? Why did I ask you to go bald? Haven't you watched One Punch Man? You haven't, huh? Well, you better go check it out!"

Su Wan's training with the Nix Kindergarten was about to officially begin.

At this time, LeBron James had also arrived in Los Angeles. Diddy personally came to pick him up, showing great enthusiasm:

"LeBron, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

On the way from the airport to the villa, Diddy and LeBron agreed upon the terms:

Agreed.

Later on, LeBron would get a lot.

They would also share media resources in the future.

In the past two days, Diddy had discussed with his agent and thought that LeBron could focus on the black brothers in the slums, turning them into his solid base:

"I believe together with Jay-Z and others, you can become the leader of the black people in the United States."

"The new generation of black youths only think about sex."

"As long as you frequently post online about black people helping black people, I trust they'll see you as their Savior, of course, I'll use my influence to promote these matters too!"

"Just relax, LeBron, from now on..."

"We'll be family!"

By the end of the conversation, Diddy placed his hand on LeBron's.

LeBron struggled to control himself, trying to imagine a bright future.

It was at this moment that they reached Diddy's villa.

Thinking about what he was about to face, LeBron took a deep breath, reassuring himself:

This is the darkness before the dawn. As long as I get through this, everything will be alright.

At that moment, Diddy suddenly threw a set of clothes at LeBron. LeBron caught it with both hands, puzzled as he looked at Diddy.

Diddy had a lecherous look on his face as he told LeBron, "Open it up and have a look!"

LeBron unfolded the clothes, his vision darkening. Was this...

A maid outfit?

"Try it on, LeBron. I believe this will be very interesting!" Diddy could barely contain himself.

Change? Me?

Me wear it?

Diddy continued, "Right in front of me!"

"!!!!"

LeBron took several deep breaths.

He felt nauseous at the chest, especially when making eye contact with Diddy:

How could anyone in this world be so perverted?

It was beyond him.

But he convinced himself again and changed into the maid outfit right in front of Diddy.

During this process, a strong sense of satisfaction surged within Diddy.

The once "Chosen One" was about to become his plaything, and he felt like a God who created all things. But he controlled his impulse, telling LeBron, "You should take a selfie, keep it as a memento!"

LeBron's complexion finally changed.

Realizing this, Diddy quickly reassured him, stating that they had already signed a non-disclosure agreement and that there would be no accidents.

LeBron compromised once more.

He just wanted all this to end quickly.

Next was their time to talk in-depth.

...

The day after LeBron made a deal with the devil, Su Wan and several players of the New York Knicks officially began their off-season special training under the guidance of Tim Grover.

The participants were:

Stephen Curry, Paul George, Danilo Gallinari, Jimmy Butler, and Little Thomas.

Su Wan was the first to arrive, followed by Stephen Curry.

As Su Wan was chatting with Grover, Curry suddenly shouted towards the gym entrance, "Wow, Michael? Why is he... so young?"

Su Wan looked towards the voice to see none other than the bald-shaven Jimmy Butler.

Grover was also taken aback. When Jimmy Butler arrived beside him, he felt as if transported back 21 years to his first meeting with Michael Jordan, who seemed to look just the same as this.