i'm really an insider

Chapter 172 169: The Strange Thing in the Suit (5K begging tickets)

New York, Plaza Hotel.

Since its opening in 1907, it has been the preferred location for celebrities visiting New York.

This retro building in the style of a French castle during the Renaissance is considered synonymous with celebrities.

It is not only a restaurant, but also one of the landmark buildings in New York.

Wayne's special car got stuck in a traffic jam as soon as it approached the Plaza Hotel.

Here, no matter what car you take, you have to queue.

"What's going on? Isn't it coming soon?" Wayne glanced out the window, good guy, there are huge crowds of people outside the Plaza Hotel.

The flashlights of the reporters never stopped.

On the outer wall of the hotel, there are huge posters of Sharapova and a huge logo of Motorola.

Birthday parties can be commercialized like this, evil capitalism!

"This is the first time you have come to the Plaza Hotel to participate in this kind of event, Mr. Wei." Wayne's driver turned his head and smiled at Wayne. "In this case, traffic jams are normal. Because everyone who gets off the bus will have a good show in front of the red carpet."

"Red carpet?" Wayne people were dumbfounded. Is this Nima a birthday party or a fashion show?

"This is New York, Mr. Way. Everything is luxurious here."

Wayne looked out the window at the long motorcade and sighed.

Good thing Nike didn't ask me to have a birthday party like this, it's just too damn bad.

At this time, Wayne's cell phone received a text message from Sharapova, the protagonist of today.

"Where have you been, Way?"

"It's right at the door, well, I'm stuck in traffic at the door!"

"Haha, there are quite a lot of people today. Can't wait to see you, Wei~"

"see you later."

In this way, after sitting in the car for about 10 minutes, Wayne's car finally arrived at the gate of the Plaza Hotel.

Wayne turned his head and looked out the window, the situation was really exaggerated.

A long red carpet stretched from the parking lot to the entrance of the hotel, with serious security guards wearing sunglasses on both sides.

On the periphery, there are countless reporters in the dark.

It has to be said that Sharapova's commercial value and popularity at this time are indeed very high.

Even people who don't watch tennis, many have heard of the name.

This morning, Wayne also heard a piece of news that Whale Striker wrote Sharapova a congratulatory letter to celebrate her birthday.

May I ask how many athletes in this world can receive a congratulatory letter from the president on their 18th birthday?

She may not be the strongest female tennis player, but she is definitely one of the most commercially valuable.

Yes, I bought a villa next to Manhattan Beach in Los Angeles at a young age. Can this commercial value be low?

Before Wayne could react, a waiter came to help Wayne open the car door.

"Have a good time, Mr. Wei. If you need to leave, call me anytime, I'm always on call, Boss." The driver smiled and nodded at Wayne, as if to say, "You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself, kid."

Wayne took a deep breath and got out of the car.

All of a sudden, there was a flash of light all around.

"Wei, is your relationship with Sharapova real?"

"How long have you been together? How did you meet?"

"Will going to Sharapova's birthday party affect your playoff preparation?"

In addition to flashing lights, the reporters also threw a series of questions to Wayne.

When did you and Sharapova get together?

I still want to ask you!

Of course, Wayne didn't have to answer any questions since the reporters were kept out.

Walking on the red carpet, Wayne strutted towards the hotel.

After all, he is also a star player, so he still has some confidence.

Wayne is wearing a black suit today, um, he never dares to wear red again!

The appearance in the last draft conference is simply Wayne's non-mainstream dark history.

Wayne did not pose on the red carpet like those female stars, but passed at a normal speed, very calm.

Walking to the door of the hotel, Wayne shook hands with Sharapova's manager, Max.

"Welcome, Wei. Come in, she's already waiting for you."

Wayne nodded and walked into the hotel lobby.

Suddenly, the surroundings became less noisy.

Although there were still many people in the hall, the soothing music played by the live band made Wayne relax quickly.

Among the crowd, Wayne saw today's protagonist at a glance.

Sharapova wore a light blue dress and fluffy hair today.Makeup is on, but not as thick as expected.

At this point, she was surrounded by cameras and a few privileged reporters, and Sharapova appeared to be being interviewed by them.

Inadvertently, Sharapova saw Wayne.

Well, after all, Wayne's size is indeed very conspicuous, no amount of people can bury him.

Then, Sharapova, who was expressionless just now, suddenly smiled.

"Wei, you're finally here."

Sharapova ignored the surrounding reporters, but walked straight to Wayne and gave him a warm hug.

Among all the male guests present today, Wayne can be said to be the only one who does not lose his height in front of Sharapova wearing high heels.

In front of Wayne, Sharapova, who was originally tall, became a small bird in an instant.

"Happy birthday, Maria."

"Thank you, glad you came~"

As the two hugged and exchanged pleasantries, the surrounding journalists went on a film murder spree.

Many of the guests present all turned their attention to the two of them.

Today, 90% of the people present can only get one chance to shake hands with Sharapova at most.

Wayne is the only one who is actively embraced by today's heroine.

Coupled with the various scandals between the two after the All-Star Game, can this not attract attention?

"You go around first, I'll come to you later, okay?" When she said this, Sharapova unconsciously grabbed Wayne's hand.

"Yeah, go get busy first, it's still long tonight."

After Sharapova left, Wayne roughly glanced at the lobby.

Sure enough, none of the well-known tennis players came to cheer for Sharapova.

Anyway, Wayne has not seen any of the top ten players in the world.

She is worthy of being the female version of herself, and a reverse courtesan in the tennis world.

Sharapova has very few friends in tennis because of her paranoid and almost inhuman desire to win on the court.

Tennis is not the same as basketball. Basketball is a team sport after all. Even if you have a bad relationship with your opponent, you can still have a good relationship with your teammates, so you won’t have no friends in the circle.

But tennis is mostly played alone. If you don't have a good relationship with your opponent, then you really have no friends.

There were a lot of people, but apart from being rich, they had little in common.

After all, it was a commercial party, and most of the people who came were invited by Motorola, and there were all kinds of people.

If you only count the friends invited by Sharapova herself, it would not take an entire hall at all, and only one private room is enough.

"Hey, Wayne, Wassup." At this moment, someone walked up to Wayne to say hello.

Wayne turned his head curiously, is there anyone in the basketball world on this occasion?

Because if it is a business cooperation, they will not come directly to Wayne, but to Schwartz.

Therefore, there is a high probability that only people in the basketball world will greet Wayne.

Wayne turned his head and looked, hey, there really is, isn't this Spike Lee.

It's the one sitting on the sidelines of Madison Square Garden, with Miller choking him in the air.

"Spike, hello."

"Hello, how is that old Reggie doing? His body should be fine for the playoffs, right?"

Wayne never expected that the first question Spike Lee asked was actually related to Miller.

Care about him so much?Are you not enemies?

This is really dark and dark, and the feelings are black.

"Reggie's physical condition is very good, and his performance in the playoffs must be very brilliant." Wayne replied.

"Really? That's great. You know, the playoffs without Reggie always feel like something is missing. By the way, did Reggie tell you about his retirement plan, will he stay after this season?"

Spike Lee is so concerned, I am afraid that he will lose an old friend he is familiar with.

"Reggie hasn't said anything about his retirement yet. No one knows whether he will be seen in the locker room next season." Wayne shrugged. Miller really hasn't said anything about his retirement so far.

Although in the original history, this is Miller's last season, Wayne can't guarantee that history will follow the original path.

If he wins the championship this season, will Miller be willing to continue playing?

When Miller retired in the original history, it was generally believed that Miller was capable of continuing to play, and his condition was maintained very well.

Even in 2007, when the Celtics Big Three were formed, they all invited Miller to come out again, but they were still optimistic about Miller's state.

But Miller declined the invitation. Maybe he felt that if he didn't win the championship with the Pacers, it would be meaningless to win the championship.

"I really hope he can play for a few more years. In this league, there are fewer and fewer figures we are familiar with, isn't it?" Spike Lee took a sip of his wine, looking very sad.

Wayne really wanted to tell him: "Actually, those figures I'm familiar with are still young now."

At this time, the entrance of the hotel flashed again.

Wayne thought it was someone who had brought a celebrity, but when he took a closer look, it was Sharapova posing on the red carpet again.

No way, this is a business party.

Every hour on the hour, Sharapova would go out and pose for Motorola for a few minutes.

"By the way, can I ask a question? Are you and her really a couple?" Looking at the radiant Sharapova outside, Spike Lee poked Wayne with his elbow.

"Well let's talk about Reggie, Spike."

Spike Lee is an old fan after all, and the two still have a lot in common.

Although he had a lot of trouble with Reggie Miller, Spike Lee didn't have much resentment or prejudice against the Pacers.

In his own words: "I have had problems with many players. The "bad boy" of the Pistons once smashed my glasses with a ball before warm-up. But I don't think this is a despicable behavior, just like I don't think that Miller, who has a problem with me, is a despicable person.

Reggie doesn't have Barkley's rebounding ability or Michael's flying in the air, but he's a fighter and he has a big heart.Honestly, I respect him. "

Wayne then asked Spike Lee a question: "So is there a player you really hate?"

The famous New York director nodded very positively: "Scott Pippen."

"Huh?" This answer really surprised Wayne.

"He's a little guy, when Michael was there, he was going to rebel. Michael's gone, he's proven what he's capable of, but every day he's jealous of Kukoc getting twice his salary.

Also, the dunk he humiliated Ewing is probably the real reason I hate him. "

Just like that, during the chat with Spike Lee, the party became less boring.

Spike Lee told Wayne a lot of stories about him and NBA stars, and at the end, he wished the Pacers good results in the playoffs.

Of course, the blessing was very hardcore: "I hope that old Reggie can last a few more rounds, and I want to see more of his funny shots."

Finally, at ten o'clock in the evening, Sharapova was free to enjoy her 18th birthday party.

"Wei, I've been waiting for a long time." Although she was exhausted, Sharapova still had a smile on her face when she returned to Wayne.

"Whatever, I enjoyed your party."

"By the way, the band performance is about to start, let's go there."

Sharapova dragged Wayne to a stage where several handsome singers were getting ready.

The magic red band is said to be a very popular rock band in the United States.

Anyway, Wayne doesn't know him.

When the band began to perform, Sharapova took Wayne's hand and shook it, bouncing and bouncing to the music, completely oblivious to the eyes of the people around her.

Wayne felt as though this was the real start of her birthday party.

After the band performed, Sharapova cut a super-exaggerated five-story cake under the witness of everyone, announcing that she had officially entered the world of adults, and the birthday party entered its climax.

Everyone raised their glasses and wished Sharapova a happy birthday.

After the climax, the atmosphere fell faster than Wayne imagined.

The party is over and everyone leaves one by one.

Many of these people, Sharapova can't even pronounce their names, and may never meet them again in this life.

But it was this group of people who appeared in his grand 18th birthday party.

A commercial birthday party, that's how ridiculous it is.

Wayne was also about to call the driver to get away, but was held down by Sharapova.

"Are you leaving?" Sharapova looked at Wayne with reluctance in her eyes.

"Well, I'm not in a hurry."

"Then can you accompany me back to the room first? I have too many things that I can't carry alone."

"Oh, it's okay, I'll wait for you." Wayne nodded and continued to sit where he was.

Watching people leave the hotel, step into luxury cars, and walk away under the eyes of reporters and envious pedestrians

Tonight, Wayne has a deeper understanding of the word luxury.

Indeed, it is easy to get lost in this atmosphere.

Wayne couldn't help but patted his chest—fortunately, I'm strong enough!

Um?Why does it feel like there is something strange in my chest?

Half an hour later, everyone had almost left, and Sharapova's car also arrived at the door.

Wayne helped her carry some greeting cards and small gifts into the car, but when she arrived at the hotel where she was staying, Sharapova said no need to take them!

"The waiter will deliver it to the door of the room for me later."

"I'll wipe it, so what did you ask me to do!?" Wayne asked silently in his heart.

How come there is a feeling that I have been kidnapped?

Yes, there is a trick!

I didn't expect you to be such a little Sharapova!

I regard you as a good friend, but you want

"Actually, I want to share a small cake with you alone. Haha, to be honest, I don't feel like it's my birthday at all. It's just a show.

So, would you like to join me in cutting a real birthday cake, Way. "

Oh, it turned out to be eating cake, that's all right.

As soon as she followed Sharapova into the room, she immediately took out a small cake from the refrigerator.

Wayne helped her light the candles and put on her birthday hat.

Sharapova had a good laugh, at least more genuinely than she had just smiled at the party.

"Then, I will make a wish." Looking at the candle in front of her, Sharapova put her hands on her chest and made a wish earnestly.

Wayne looked at the candlelight and lost his mind. How long has it been since he celebrated his birthday?

"Whoo~"

Sharapova blew out all the candles in one breath. At this time, the time was just past 12 o'clock.

She's really grown up.

"Thank you, Wayne, it's good to have you with me tonight."

"Well, it's an honor to be at your coming-of-age birthday party."

"Wei..." Suddenly, Sharapova took Wayne's arm with both hands, and leaned forward.

There are no more excuses!

Things were also moved, and the secret cake was cut.

It's time for a showdown.

"Do you know what I just wished for?"

Wayne froze, shaking his head mechanically.

Because at this time Sharapova almost threw herself on Wayne.

What about eating cake?You eat it!

Sharapova slowly approached Wayne's ear, and said something softly.

"My wish is that you can be my boyfriend~ Can you fulfill my wish, Wei."

"I"

Wayne didn't continue to answer because his mouth was gagged.

Between dry wood and fire, Sharapova's hand reached into Wayne's suit.

Then she inadvertently found Artest's gift to Wayne.

Wayne:! ! !

Damn, when! ?No wonder I just felt something strange in my chest!

"Wei, you are really good." Sharapova blushed and held the gift in her palm.

"No, this thing." Wayne remembered that only Artest had touched this suit after he bought it.

That bastard!

I knew I was coming to New York to celebrate Sharapova's birthday, so I did it on purpose!

Don't put weird things in my suit pocket, hey!

"Don't explain, I don't need to explain." Sharapova put her index finger lightly on Wayne's lips.

The beautiful blue skirt also fell to the ground.

　Thank you Chaobai Layman for the 5000 reward, thank you Shen Ye alone, Bibai and book friend 151219021255659 for your rewards, thank you~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)