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Chapter 235 Christmas Eve Dinner

Noisily and laughingly, a group of people walked out of the locker room, Anna was already waiting for them outside.

"Let's go." Davis walked over, took Anna's hand naturally, and kissed Anna's forehead.

With a strange cry, Sprewell took O'Neill's hand next to him, imitating Davis' movements, closing his eyes and standing on tiptoe to kiss O'Neill.

"Oh, dear, I love..." Before he could finish speaking, Sprewell was kicked aside by O'Neill.

Recently, he has been shuttling between the real world and the system space, and DeWeese often feels a sense of confusion.

Let's put it this way, there are three versions of McGrady that DeWeese has come into contact with. The 15-year-old boy McGrady just participated in his training camp in the summer.

Rocket Mai during Yao Mai's period.

The pinnacle of the magic era.

This is better. After O'Neal was upgraded yesterday, Davis looked at O'Neal today, and his mind was full of O'Neal's bigger figure.

Driving their own car, a group of people came to Davis' villa in a mighty manner.

Then O'Neal and the others began to take things out of the trunk.

Christmas trees, turkeys, and of course Christmas presents.

"Michael, during my absence, do you miss me very much?" O'Neill easily took the largest Christmas tree into the living room, and easily put the Christmas tree on the base.

"Yeah, you're not here, and neither is Dennis. There's really no one inside."

DeWeese took a bunch of presents and began to hang them on the Christmas tree. Then he looked at Sprewell, who was doing nothing, put the presents on the ground, walked up to Sprewell and kicked him.

"Lart is not there, and the perimeter defense is much weaker."

Sprewell stood up helplessly from the sofa, walked to Davis and began to help him.

"Ratt, did the team doctor tell you when you can play?"

Sprewell strikes a bodybuilder pose.

"I thought I would be able to play the next day, but the team doctor refused to let me go."

At this time, Nasr and the three of them also walked into the living room, carrying large and small bags in their hands.

Those were dinners ordered by the restaurant. Because Davis was busy these days, he didn't ask the chef team to cook in advance like last time, but ordered something directly from the restaurant.

DeWeese watched as Sprewell began to take over his duties, stepped aside and cleaned the turkey and put it in the oven.

The turkey is processed and ready to eat in the oven.

After tidying up, everyone sat at the dining table, watching Davis bring the roasted turkey to the table eagerly like elementary school students.

Anna brought over the red wine that was in the decanter next to it.

"Would anyone like some wine?"

Everyone except DeWeese raised their hands.

Davis picked up the cup in his hand, which contained boiled water. . .

"Come on, Merry Christmas everyone!"

"Merry Christmas, Michael."

Eat and drink, and chat about trivial matters.

Inadvertently, Sprewell suddenly asked DeWeese.

"Michael, I heard that there was an offer about me some time ago?"

Davis nodded.

"Yes, the Pistons wanted to trade Joe Dumars for you, but I declined."

Sprewell's eyes flickered.

"Michael, have you ever thought about trading me out one day?"

Davis raised his head strangely. With Sprewell's professionalism, he was surprised to say such words.

"What's wrong, Ruth."

Everyone is very clear that this is a commercial league, and all teams operate around one word, that is, profit.

Although Sprewell is usually a bit messy, his mind is very simple, that is, to play well and get a big contract.

Sprewell bowed his head.

It has to be said that the Magic team is the team with the youngest average age in the entire league because of its relatively low average age. In addition, everything in this league is based on strength, so Davis' prestige in the team is still very high.

"Speak up, Lutter, there's nothing to hide."

The lively atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly fell silent.

Everyone has a hunch that something is going to happen tonight.

After a moment of silence, Sprewell raised his head.

He picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank the wine in the glass.

The precious red wine was poured into his mouth like water.

"Michael, I think my strength should not be limited to being a starter for a team."

Sprewell looked at Davis timidly.

"Of course, I'm not saying that I have stronger strength than you and Shaq. I am convinced of your two leading strengths."

All eyes were on Sprewell, and it was clearly stressing him out.

"However, I've been playing on the court lately, and it feels awkward."

Sprewell organized the language, but continued to speak.

"So, you still want to leave the team and go to a team where you can be the boss, right?"

Davis suddenly took over Sprewell's words and said bluntly.

Sprewell bowed his head again, like a prisoner awaiting trial.

"Take it easy, Ruth."

Davis grinned.

"There is a saying in ancient China that people go to high places and water flows to low places. It's normal for you to have this kind of thinking. If you have any request, you can ask for it, and no one will stand in your way. And I am very pleased that you have this kind of thinking. At least it shows that you have the courage to move on and have the heart to be the boss."

Sprewell raised his head in disbelief. He had thought about the reaction of Davis countless times, but he never thought that Davis would say such a thing.

"So, I want to ask you, are you sure you want to leave the Magic and go to a bigger stage?"

"Honestly, Michael, I haven't made up my mind yet."

"Ratt, to be honest, I am not going to let you leave the team this year, because you are a very important part of the team this year, even second only to me and Shaq, but if you insist on leaving, I will not force you to stay, but it must be in the interests of the team. Brothers belong to brothers, and interests belong to interests. I will not harm the interests of the team because of emotional factors."

Sprewell nodded.

"If you decide to leave next summer, the team will arrange more shots for you in the rest of this season, so that you can play better data and ensure that your transaction value is maximized."

"Hey, is there such a good thing? Then I want to make a deal." The heartless O'Neill said exaggeratedly beside him.

Davis gave O'Neill a blank look.

"Shaq, your contract extension has been confirmed, and it's exactly the same as mine."

"Wow, yeah? That must be pretty good, I decided it would be better to stay with the Magic."

Anna who knew the inside story burst out laughing.

"Shaq, have you never paid attention to Davis' contract situation?"

O'Neill looked at Anna strangely.

"I only care about my own contract, but now Michael's contract is also my concern. Tell me, how big is his contract? Is his annual salary tens of millions?"

"Well, to make 1000 million, he needs to play 1000 million years with the Magic."

(End of this chapter)