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Chapter 327 When the transaction is in progress

"Tracey, have you received the invitation?"

"Yes, when are we leaving?"

"I'm going to leave tomorrow."

"Okay, see you in Orlando tomorrow."

"See you in Orlando, I will definitely blow you up this time."

Kobe hung up the phone and said to his father excitedly, "Dad, help me book a ticket to Orlando tomorrow."

"Kobe, you must listen to Michael carefully in the training camp, and don't cause trouble."

"I know, I know, playing in high school is really boring, this time I must have a good time!"

Lower Merion High School has become Kobe's territory alone, and he is simply seeking defeat alone in the American high school circle. . . .It also made Kobe more excited when he met Tracy McGrady and Garnett. Unfortunately, there are only a handful of such opportunities in a year.

At the same time, DeWeese is discussing a very important matter with the Warriors.

Old Nelson was on the other end of the phone.

"Don, we want your No. [-] lottery." Davis said to Old Nelson straight to the point.

"The No. [-] lottery? That's fine, trade it for O'Neill."

Old Nelson said without hesitation.

"I'm not kidding, how about Nick Anderson plus our two-year first-round pick?"

"I think you're just kidding, Michael, that's not how business is done. If you really want our first-round pick, show your sincerity."

Old Nelson said bluntly on the phone.

Davis smiled embarrassedly, although Old Nelson couldn't see it. . .

"I know you guys want Joe Smith, so how about I trade with you with the No. [-] pick?"

"Where did you get the number two pick?"

"Don't worry about it, I promise I won't trade the No. [-] pick for Joe Smith, how about it?"

"The No. [-] pick is not something that can be exchanged for the No. [-] pick. Michael, you need more sincerity."

"Sincerity? Of course, how about I add another first-round pick?"

Old Nelson pouted.

But soon, he reacted.

"Hey, how did you know we wanted Joe Smith."

"Of course I have my own channels."

Davis said with a smile.

Old Nelson thought about it.

"How about this, you take your first-round picks for this year and next year, plus this year's second pick in exchange, and make sure that you won't pick Joe Smith with the first pick." He directly gave Davis a showdown.

"No problem, happy cooperation. I will fax the contract to you later." Davis was in a good mood.

Then he made another call.After connecting, Davis was silent for a while, and pressed the recording button on the phone.

"Hey, Don, this is Michael DeWeese." DeWeese answered the phone with a hint of disgust on his face.

"Oh, it's Mr. Michael, what's the matter?" There was silence on the phone for a while, as if remembering who Michael DeWeese really was, his voice suddenly became flattering.

"I want your Clippers' No. [-] pick this year, please make a price." Davis said straight to the point, he didn't want to have anything to do with this person.

"Oh, Michael, this year is a big draft year. There are so many future superstars. The second pick this year should be very valuable."

"Just make an offer." Davis interrupted impatiently.

Logically speaking, the first-round pick cannot be directly exchanged for money, but Davis believes that facing Donald Sterling, a Jew who changed his surname to gold pounds, there is nothing that cannot be traded, including his dignity.

"Let's talk about your bargaining chip first. You must know that the first-round pick, especially the second pick, is generally not traded." Sterling's tone did not change at all, and Davis heard greed in his voice.

"I play Nick - Anderson." Davis threw out his chips.

Anderson, who has been unable to play as the main player in the Magic, still has a one-year contract. He will definitely leave. In the contract year, he will definitely find a team that can play the main team to show his value.

"Oh, Mr. Michael, we both know that a mere Nick Anderson, a nigger, is definitely not as good as the No. [-] pick in my hand. Even if you want to use this No. [-] pick to choose another nigger, it is still a more valuable nigger." Sterling's mouthful of "nigger" made Davis very uncomfortable, but remembering that he had already recorded the phone call, his brows relaxed a little.

"Add another $500 million, private transaction, directly into your account." Davis once again interrupted Sterling's boast.

"Five million? Oh, Mr. Michael, you know, five million..."

"The deal is cancelled." Davis hung up the phone directly, and then counted down silently beside him.

"3... 2... 1..."

The phone call came as expected.

"Have you considered it?"

"Add 100 million more, only 100 million is needed, and Nick Anderson, this precious second pick, belongs to the Magic." Sterling's eager voice came from over there.

"Deal! I will draw up the contract and send it to you right away. Don't play tricks on me. At worst, I will lose my status as the management of the Magic. You have to believe that if you do something wrong, the Clippers will end in a very miserable way!" DeWeese said to Sterling in a cold tone.

Next, DeWeese arranged for an assistant to draw up contracts with the Clippers and the Warriors, and then made a third call.

"This is Philip Sanders, who is it?"

"Hey, Coach Phillips, hello, I'm Michael Davis from the Magic."

"Hey Michael, how are your injuries?"

"It's recovering well, thank you for your concern."

"So, what do you want from me?"

"I want the No. [-] pick from the Timberwolves this year."

"Oh? Then who are you going to trade for?"

"Dennis Rodman will exchange your No. [-] pick, or use Sprewell to exchange your No. [-] pick plus next year's first-round pick." Davis directly made his own offer.

Hearing DeWeese's offer, Philip Sanders' eyes lit up instantly.

The Magic's offer is full of sincerity.

Rodman, the rebounding leader for four consecutive years, although he has a rebellious personality, he has been honest with the Magic in recent years.

Sprewell, the outside core of the Magic, is one of the hottest new-generation small forwards in the league. Everyone knows that he has unlimited potential.

"Michael, with all due respect, is the Magic ready to rebuild?" Sanders asked Davis cautiously.

"This... the team is confidential, and it is not convenient for me to disclose it."

On the other end of the phone, there was a long silence.

(End of this chapter)