NBA backer king

Chapter 69 Away Team Treatment
"Okay, old K, ignore them, let's go in." Colangelo came over to block the reporter.

Wang Tiejun nodded, ignored the reporter's question, and entered the hotel with his bag.

He doesn't have much luggage, and his clothes are very simple, so unlike other people, everyone has a suitcase and a bag, and he only has one bag.

"Old K, don't leave the hotel. Racial discrimination and the proliferation of guns are quite serious here." After entering the hotel, Colangelo urged again.

"I see, sir." He said quickly.

Buckley walked aside and added: "A survey last year showed that the proportion of non-white residents in Dallas who were forced to leave was as high as 92.7%, which is No. 6 in such cities in the United States. All non-white people are not welcome here."

"Damn racism," he cursed.

Kevin Johnson in front turned around and added: "Old K, No.5 ahead of Dallas is Charlotte."

"What? Damn Hornets!"

He widened his eyes. Last time he had a very unpleasant fight with Mourning at home. He used hands off the court and an elbow on the court. He also dunked Mourning and confiscated the basket from the Hornets. The basket is still hanging in his closet. With such a big grievance, what will he do next time he goes to Charlotte?
One night, plus the next day, no one from the Suns left the hotel, so they stayed in the room for a day and a night.

In order to complete the systematic training content, Wang Tiejun always drags Barkley and Danny Angie when he goes to the hotel gym, fearing that they will be punished if they are left alone.

21th, game day.

Came to the arena at [-]:[-] pm, American Airlines Center.

The title sponsor of this arena is the owner of the Suns’ American West arena, and the other two teams are both American Airlines, so it’s either American Airlines or American West.

When he came to the arena, Wang Tiejun took a look. Sure enough, there were not many people of color here, and most of them were white.

The work attitude of these staff, how should I put it, is definitely not enthusiasm, but a certain professional work attitude.

But if you ask for something extra, like turning on the heating in the locker room, they don't bother you.

So after entering the locker room and changing into their training uniforms, the Suns players left immediately, not daring to stay longer, and hurried to the court for training, or they would catch a cold.

The highest daytime temperature in Dallas this season is about 5 degrees. At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the outdoor temperature will not exceed [-] degrees. There is no heating in the room, and the temperature will not be much higher. After leaving the locker room, a group of strong men ran to the stadium.

"Shet, I think they just want to turn on the air conditioner for us." Kevin Johnson, who didn't need to train, tightened his coat and trembled.

"What the hell, I want to see how they deal with us today." Wang Tiejun scolded.

"Xie Chi, we should really be thankful that the hotel didn't stop heating for us." Barkley cursed.

"Ha ha……"

The crowd laughed.

At this time, in the general manager's office of the American Airlines Center Arena, Colangelo was discussing the heating issue of the locker room with the general manager Mr. Lanter.

"Mr. Lanter, you are always going to our place to compete. Maybe when the weather gets hot, our refrigeration machine will have a little trouble."

He was very angry in his heart, but he still controlled it a bit, but what he said was clearly threatening, otherwise Rand would not talk to him.

Rand said helplessly: "It's really broken. Our heating pipe was bitten by a nasty rat."

At this time, he shouted towards the outside: "Alan, bring the guy who destroyed the equipment and show it to Mr. Colangelo. He doesn't believe us."

"Yes, Mr. Lanter."

Then a white worker in his thirties came in with a large rat and threw it at Colangelo's feet.

Colangelo said displeasedly: "Then let's fix it as soon as possible, otherwise I can't guarantee that if you go to our place, there will be a few nests of cobras suddenly appearing in the locker room.

You know that thing is our specialty in Arizona, and they come in litters, and there may be dozens of them in each litter. "

"Uh, ok, ok, Mr. Colangelo, we will fix it as soon as possible." Rand shuddered, Shet, you are ruthless, you won.

At seven, the American Airlines Center was packed with Mavericks fans, almost all white.

At [-]:[-], the starters started, and the two teams met in the player tunnel.

Terry Davis, the main power forward of the Mavericks who was beaten up by Wang Tiejun, has not returned yet. He will be on a truce for at least a month. It has only been half a month since today, so the Mavericks' lineup is not complete and their strength is not as good as last time.

"Hey, are you all right?"

When he saw Davis in the player tunnel, Comrade Wang was very surprised.

"Damn it, I won't let you go." Terry Davis stared fiercely at Wang Tiejun, gritted his teeth and said.

He came here specially today. He hated Wang Tiejun so much and wanted to see how the Mavericks fans would treat this damned Chinese coolie in his home court.

To put it simply, he was looking forward to letting him feel refreshed today, so that he could vent his anger in advance.

"Ha ha……"

Lao Wang sneered twice and said, "Then why don't you do it?"

"you?"

Terry Davis is pissed.

"No matter where you are, asshole, as long as you dare to attack me, I will repay you twice, regardless of the consequences." Wang Tiejun's face showed an undisguised fierceness.

"you?"

Terry Davis shrank his eyes. It was the first time he saw such a reckless Chinese, which made him very scrupulous.

After all, he doesn't want to lose his job as an NBA player. This is the only way he can live a rich life.

"Let's go, old K, ignore this clown, let's go out together." Barkley greeted.

"Humph!"

Called a clown by Barkley, Terry Davis snorted coldly.

At this time, when Barkley had just walked out of the player tunnel, the American Airlines Center erupted like a tsunami of boos.

"Ha ha……"

Davis laughed wildly.

"Damn yellow monkey!"

"Disgusting perverted coolie in China!"

"Get out of Dallas, your disgusting colors are polluting this place."

"Damn violent, get out of America and go back to your China."

Countless middle fingers stood everywhere, and endless abuse poured in, all aimed at Wang Tiejun alone.

"Hahaha……"

One step inside the player channel, Terry Davis laughed wildly.

Facing 2 people's insults and roars, how much pressure is there. Now that Wang Tiejun knows, a dense layer of sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

"Huh!"

As if the pressure was tangible, his breathing deepened involuntarily.

But in the depths of his eyes, a look of madness was gradually emerging like a flame, burning and growing instantly, filling his eyes.

(End of this chapter)