Soul of the Golden State

Chapter 458 Change the door
The noisy streets of Atlantic City are always full of traffic day and night. The distance is not far, but it takes a lot of time to drive.

Looking at the street blocked into the parking lot from the car, Tim Flage was a little annoyed. He turned his head and asked, "David, how long will it take?"

"Hurry up, a few minutes!" Falcao smiled at Fleger, signaling him to be patient.

Fleger sighed and leaned back. His head was a little dazed, and he was still immersed in the excitement of the Warriors' championship parade.

Yesterday's parade was crazy. Countless people flooded the streets to celebrate with the Warriors players. That scene still haunts Fleiger until now.

Because I was Li Weisi's trainer, I was fortunate enough to participate in the parade. Although I couldn't participate in the parade as a player, I was quite satisfied to be able to participate in the parade as a behind-the-scenes member of the team.

At the party last night, Li Weisi's agent, Falcao, suddenly approached him and told him that someone wanted to see him.

Originally, based on the principle of seeing one more client, Fleige agreed, but when he came to Las Vegas today, Fleige gradually had the answer in his heart, and he also guessed who he was going to meet .

Just when Flage was uneasy, the car finally drove into a casino named "Taj Mahal".

As a casino as famous as Las Vegas in the western United States, this casino named after the owner of the Taj Mahal is the largest casino in the city.

The front of the casino is full of Indian-style crown-shaped majestic buildings, connected to it is a 51-storey skyscraper, where there are more than 6500 staff members.

After the two got out of the car, they quickly took the elevator and came to a box.

"Hahaha, Michael, your luck tonight is really bad!" Before entering the door, a hearty laughter came from the box.

"Cut, isn't it just 50 knives? I just let you win some money first, so that you won't lose for a while."

"Michael, you are so stubborn!"

"Boom, boom, boom!" Falcao knocked on the door, and walked in with Freige.

Walking into the box, Fleger saw clearly who was in the box. There were five or six people sitting there, among them were two he knew, Jordan and Barkley.

Is it really him?
When the plane landed in Atlantic City, Fleger had already reacted. He knew that Falcao was the joint manager of Li Weisi and Jordan, and everyone knew that Atlantic City was Jordan's favorite.

But now, when he saw Jordan with his own eyes, the last bit of luck in his heart disappeared. He couldn't help complaining to Falcao. Everyone knew that Li Weisi and Jordan didn't get along. As Li Weisi's trainer, he came to be Jordan's Trainer, isn't this surrendering to the enemy?
"Hey, David, are you here? All right, let's play first! I'll deal with some things first, and I'll clean you up later!" Seeing Falcao coming in, Jordan threw the cards in his hand on the table and got up and said.

"Hahaha, we are waiting for you, don't run away from the ATM machine!" Barkley continued to joke about Jordan.

"Get out, I will definitely kill the Quartet tonight! Prepare your salary for this year!" Jordan angrily said something to Barkley, then walked around the gaming table and came to Falcao .

"Let's talk in the lounge here!" Jordan's tone was unquestionable, and then he pushed away from the next room and invited Flage to sit on the sofa.

"Hello, Tim!"

"Hello, Michael, I really didn't expect that you wanted to see me." Flagg smiled wryly.

"Don't be nervous, are you smoking a cigar?" Jordan looked very relaxed. He picked up the cigar box, opened it, and handed it to Flaige.

"no thank you!"

"Relax, I know West very well. For this reason, I asked him specifically. He has no objection to me looking for you. If you don't believe me, you can ask David."

Hearing what Jordan said, Fleige looked at Falcao, and Falcao nodded to Fleige, and said, "That's right, I asked West about this at the party last night. I have no opinion on this matter, and I respect your choice."

Hearing Falcao's words, Fleger felt a lot relieved.

"Think about it. I've heard some things about your work with West. Basically, there's not much you can do to help him. I heard that his training plan is all made by himself. That's it. Is it?" Jordan asked, taking a sip of his cigar and looking at Flage.

"Yeah, West's knowledge reserves far exceed mine, and my help to him is only auxiliary." Speaking of this, Fleger is also a little embarrassed. After all, he is a trainer, and in the end he faces what he should serve. Players, but professionally inferior to the opponent, which made Fleger very frustrated.

"So, do you feel that you have a sense of accomplishment in this job? To be honest, no matter what kind of trainer, his talents will not be displayed with him, am I right?"

Flagg didn't speak, but nodded anyway.

"But I'm different. I urgently need the best trainer in the world. I've had people inquire about you, and they all recommended you. I also believe that you have strength, but you don't get the chance to display your strength. But now I give you this chance."

"This..." For Jordan's invitation, Fleige was undoubtedly moved.

For a trainer, strength is one aspect, but fame is more important.

As for how a trainer can improve his reputation, it is naturally to serve famous stars. This is why Frank invited him, and he immediately agreed.

But when he took over Li Weisi, he realized that his talents could not be put to good use at all. Li Weisi's skills were very mature, and his training plan was perfect. He didn't even have the ability to modify it. Mostly, as a student, he studied behind Li Weisi, which made him very frustrated.

But now, Jordan, who is not less famous than Li Weisi, invited him. He is undoubtedly tempted. He is naturally familiar with Jordan, knows his strengths and weaknesses, and knows that Jordan has the determination to become stronger.

"Now that West has won the championship, what else can you get from him? Why don't you help me and win the championship with our joint efforts? Isn't this a better way to show your strength? Why are you still hesitating?" Jordan further persuaded.

Seeing Jordan's sincere expression, Fleger secretly made up his mind. He said, "If I become your trainer, will you completely listen to me in terms of training?"

Seeing that Fleger agreed, Jordan immediately smiled happily, and he quickly said, "Of course, don't worry about this, of course I will completely listen to you!"

"Very good, then can you quit the cigar?" Flage said, staring at Jordan's cigar.

"This..." These words made Jordan's face change color immediately, he looked at the cigar in his hand, whether he was holding it or not, and he ran out of words for a while.

(End of this chapter)