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Chapter 96 Jordan Visits
The four of them discussed in the study until midnight, and then went back to rest under Anna's urging. Of course, Davis had already prepared a room for the two of them.

The next morning, Davis opened his eyes at [-]:[-] a.m. on time. He got up and washed, ready to start his morning exercise.

After going downstairs, he unexpectedly met D'Antoni.

"So early?"

"So early?"

The two made their voices at the same time.

"I was so excited last night. I didn't sleep well after I went back. I simply got up and continued to study the tactics that Anna said yesterday. I have to say, she is really a genius. Why did you wake up so early?"

Hearing that Anna was praised by D'Antoni, DeWeese was also honored. He smiled and said to D'Antoni: "I get up at six o'clock every morning for morning exercises. I have been doing it for a long time."

D'Antoni nodded, very satisfied with DeWeese's professional attitude. Of course, this is based on the perspective of the coach to the player.

DeWeese ran around the villa twice, then went to the court to do some simple shooting drills, came back to take a shower, and prepared to have breakfast.

Anna and Donovan were also up.

"Did you sleep well last night?" DeWeese asked Donovan.

Donovan had obvious dark circles around his eyes. He said with a wry smile, "After listening to what Anna said yesterday, I feel like I've learned everything in vain. I can't fall asleep when I go back to my room."

Anna smiled embarrassedly.

"With Anna as the tactical coach of the Magic, I feel like I can be a hands-off shopkeeper." D'Antoni took Donovan's words with a smile.

"No, you are humble. The operation of a team is not only about tactical training, but also a lot of things that you need to worry about."

After a whole day of getting along, the relationship between the few people has become very harmonious, and D'Antoni's solid basketball expertise and kind-hearted style of dealing with others made DeWeese very satisfied. D'Antoni is 42 years old this year, and he is an out-and-out young coach. DeWeese is also looking forward to what kind of results he can produce in the Magic.

After a few people finished eating, D'Antoni and Donovan left. After sending the two away, Davis was going to find something to do. In theory, his sick leave was not over yet.

"Should I watch the video, or go to the backyard to continue practicing, or talk to Anna about life and ideals?" Davis leaned on the sofa thinking about what he would do next.

At this time, Davis's phone rang.

"Hello, this is Michael Davis."

"Little Michael, where are you now?"

"Michael? Why did you suddenly remember to call me? I'm at home in Orlando now."

"I'm almost in Orlando, please find someone to pick me up." Jordan's voice was very strange, it was not at all the Jordan's voice that Davis usually knew, and there was an indescribable feeling.

"Okay." Davis immediately agreed to Jordan and arranged for someone to pick him up at the airport.

Looking at the time, it is estimated that it should be time for lunch when Jordan came here, so Davis simply drove out to buy some ingredients, and prepared to cook a Chinese meal for Jordan at noon.

The timing was very accurate. Jordan had already arrived at the door of the house just after the meal was ready and placed on the table.

"Welcome, Michael, this is the first time you have come to my house as a guest. I hope you will have such an opportunity in the future." Davis looked at Jordan who walked in the door in a home dress, but did not go forward to shake Jordan's hand.

Not because he disrespected Jordan, but because he had things in both hands. . .

Davis held a bottle of sober red wine in his left hand and a box in his right.

Jordan greeted DeWeese with a smile, and his eyes were attracted by the box that DeWeese was holding in his right hand.

It turned out that it was a box of cigars. Thanks to the old Davis, there is a special wine and tobacco storage room in the villa here. Although Davis does not drink alcohol and tobacco, it is still very good for entertaining guests, such as the great god in front of him.

"It turned out to be the President of Cuba." Jordan was an old smoker. Everyone knew that Jordan smoked cigars, and the cigar Davis held in his hand was the President of Cuba, one of Jordan's favorite brands.

This cigar is not common. It is a Cuban diplomatic cigar. Cuban diplomatic cigars are not sold to the outside world. They are only given to foreign dignitaries. This one is the best among Cuban diplomatic cigars. It is one of the best and most expensive varieties of Cuban cigars.

But as an old DeWeese, it is relatively simple to get this kind of cigar.

Davis, Jordan and Anna sat at the dining table, and Jordan glanced at Anna with great interest.

"This is your girlfriend? You have a good eye, boy."

Davis nodded, smiled and said to Jordan: "Try the Chinese food I cook myself."

Jordan picked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth, full of praise for DeWeese's craftsmanship.

The three of them were talking and laughing while eating, but they never mentioned Jordan's purpose for coming here.

After eating, DeWeese invited Jordan to his study with great insight.

Jordan followed Davis into the study with the box of cigars in his hand. Davis handed him a pair of cigar cutters and a box of matches. Jordan skillfully cut off the cigar head, lit the cigar and took a puff.

Jordan let out the smoke contentedly.

"The authentic Cuban president must not have been bought by you."

"My father bought it, and I just borrowed flowers to present to Buddha." DeWeese sat on the chair and said to Jordan with a smile.

Jordan sat across from Davis, smoking a cigar intently, and Davis waited patiently there, even poured him a glass of red wine and placed it on the table in front of Jordan.

Amid the smog, the two sat facing each other like that, and the room was filled with the aroma of burning cigars.

"Little Michael, first of all, I want to formally thank you for saving my father." After smoking a whole cigar, Jordan finally spoke.

"You're welcome, Michael, even if I didn't know that it was your father who was in the car at that time, I would have shot, but I didn't expect the two robbers to be so ruthless." Davis said against his will.

Jordan nodded. The scene his father described to him made him completely believe what Davis said. After all, James Jordan had never met Davis at the time.

"Anyway, thank you." After Jordan finished speaking, he actually lit another cigar.

Davis deliberately stopped: "Michael, you are a basketball player, it's not good to smoke too much."

Jordan waved his hand dismissively.

"Basketball player? Little Michael, tell me, what should a basketball player, or an NBA player, pursue?"

Davis thought to himself, I haven't started playing in the NBA yet, what's the use of asking me, but he still tried to answer Jordan's question.

"Um, championship? MVP? FMVP? Olympic champion? Scoring champion?" Davis lowered his voice as he spoke. He already understood why Jordan wanted him.

"Hehe, I have all these honors. I have three championship rings. I also have three FMVPs. I have MVP, All-Star MVP, scoring champion, best defensive player, and even Olympic champion." Jordan took a sip of his cigar and looked up at Davis.

"Little Michael, I don't feel the challenge of the NBA anymore, I want to retire."

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