You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 222 The losing streak ends here!
With two straight losses at home and four straight away games, the Pistons are like those teams aspiring to compete for Tim Duncan. A dizzying six-game losing streak pushed them to the cusp.

"It's like a roller coaster. During the winning streak, we thought we could challenge Chicago, and then we actually played against Chicago, and then fell from the climax. I can't accept it!"

An old fan who has owned Pistons season tickets for 20 consecutive years said sadly in an interview.

"There's something wrong with this team."

Detroit

Mo Mengchen listened to Madeira's narration of yesterday's trial.

"They invited a local medical expert to testify on stage, and the other party's lawyer asked a few questions in an indirect way, trying to convince the audience that it was an infringement."

Madeira said with dancing.

As if she was the lawyer who asked the question, if the opposing lawyer was really like this, Mo Mengchen really wondered if the jury members would be bewitched.

Although this woman is quite pretty, she looks too silly, right?
"What's the problem?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Madeira couldn't remember.

Ephraim explained: "She asked the medical expert to describe the RNG virus, and then pointed out that one of the drug ingredients in Emery Hall's IG can effectively alleviate the RNG virus."

"And that ingredient is one of Tefdanla's patents." Medela hurriedly said.

As if to show that she had done a lot of homework, she puffed up her chest and waited for the praise.

"Do you have any additional questions?"

Mo Mengchen ignored the proud Medela, and his eyes fell directly on Ephraim.

Humph.
Madeira turned up the white smoke.

"No, for them, this is just a small victory." Ephraim said.

Indeed, there is no need to ask questions, the other party has already left an impression in the mind of the jury preconceivedly—the drug combined with a certain patented drug of Tefdanla may be the same drug, and she has infringed—although it is only a It is a seed, but if Ephraim's attempts to reverse this impression fail, it is possible for this seed to take root on the spot, so it is right to keep silent.

"Well, what about you?" Ephraim said, "I heard that you have been in a bad mood lately."

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "It's a bit bad, it's only temporary."

"Will you win the game tonight?"

"If you come and see, we'll win."

"you promise."

"I swear on the name of Amir Madeira."

Madeira bit her lip hard, thinking of throwing this man over the shoulder more than once to teach him a lesson.

The only reason remaining in his mind reminded him to quickly give up this unrealistic idea, her life had lost its color, and if she lost her job, she would really have to be autistic.

"This is the ticket." Mo Mengchen took it out.

"I still have training later, see you tonight."

Mo Mengchen waved lightly.

Madeira was sullen until he heard Ephraim say, "Amir, are you coming?"

"Dor.Mo didn't invite me to watch the game again." Madeira pouted and looked up.

Ephraim smiled and said, "He gave me three tickets, one for me, one for Adrian, and one here. Who do you think it was for?"

After Mo Mengchen asked about the Grand Rapids case, he left the apartment alone.

Outside the apartment, the assistant's assistant, Aaron Bennett, was already waiting for him in the car.

"Go to Henry Ford." Mo Mengchen said, "How about what I asked you to do?"

Bennett said with high spirits: "I have found out all the details about Tefdanla."

"Tell me." Mo Mengchen said.

"Their decline did not start last year. To be precise, it should have been five years ago when their founder, Scott Turfdanla, handed over the management rights to his eldest son, Yavi Turfdanla. This young man has a big heart and big eyes, and he doesn't care about the little income from the old man. He hopes to develop Tefdanla into a leader in the world."

Hmph, the tone is not small.

Just after listening to the beginning, Mo Mengchen knew what happened next.

It's another comedy story about an extremely self-confident son spoiling his father's hard work.

This is not the first rich second generation he has met. Why don't Little Dura and Joseph Solon have this bad problem?They don't have this kind of ambition, they just focus on keeping their father's foundation, and then start some side jobs while trying to be as stable as possible.

"He invested a lot of money in the development of new drugs to treat intractable diseases, but the effect was not good. Last year they launched a new drug, which was very famous, but..." Bennett frowned, "There are side effects , resulting in nearly ten deaths, and the aggravation or relapse of countless people’s illnesses, Tefdanla’s reputation for decades was almost ruined, if he hadn’t used huge sums of money to dominate public opinion to suppress things, hehe.”

Can this person speak well?Mo Mengchen found that this guy was getting more and more drifting, which was not the case when he was with him last year.

"By the way, I also found an interesting piece of news." Just at a red light, Bennett stopped and handed a stack of newspapers to Mo Mengchen.

Bennett said: "A few months ago, they launched a total of three new drugs, one of which is a new drug that can alleviate the RNG virus, and the other two drugs are driven by the new drug and are selling well, but they don't seem to be very safe. medicine."

Mo Mengchen looked at the news and asked, "Since there is such a serious problem, why didn't this patient sue Tefdanla to court?"

"He has no money."

"I have money."

Mo Mengchen said reflexively.

"So you want to."

"Make it a big deal, notify all the media that we have dealings with, and let them report this matter." Mo Mengchen looked out the window, "Go to contact this person, we will pay for it, hire the best lawyer, and sue them pile."

Bennett smiled and said, "Mo, isn't Ephraim the best lawyer in your heart?"

"You also said it, in my heart. We now need a recognized best lawyer with real talents." Mo Mengchen said with a smile, "Also, if your nonsense continues so much, there is still a lot of money in the trunk." a medical kit."

Bennett's crotch felt cold.

"Understood, I shut up."

"Don't force it, say what you want, I don't like to force others."

"I really have nothing more to say."

"really?"

"Uh-huh."

Henry Ford Training Center
The team suffered a six-game losing streak and will play their seventh game at home tonight. Some fans have decided to enter the stadium with embarrassing posters.

What makes Collins most incomprehensible is that they lost six games. The media and players were the ones who criticized him, and no one criticized the players.

All this makes Collins feel that he is deeply involved in the conspiracy.

He suspected it was Mark Jones, but Jones didn't have such energy.

Hill?It is also impossible.

Now what he has to solve is the team's morale problem, which has lasted for a long time, and he was lifeless during training. If this continues, how will he play against the Suns at night?
"Charles, are you all right?"

Collins walked up to Barkley, trying to get close to him.

In the first few games, because Barkley took the lead in messing around, Collins banned him for a game, which caused a violent backlash. He never imagined that this fat man who just joined the team this season is so popular.

"Doug, tell me what you have to say." Barkley didn't bother to talk to him.

"Tonight's opponent is Phoenix. No matter what you think, I hope you will treat it seriously."

Barkley and the Suns can be regarded as a violent breakup. Such a breakup usually hits each other hard after the reunion. Barkley is so straight-tempered that he should not continue to pick things up.

"Don't worry, I will go all out tonight." Barkley said.

"Okay, I look forward to your performance." Collins walked away with a smile.

After that, Collins went to Thorpe, Ratliff, and Michael Curry, hoping to inspire them. To his disappointment, these few were vague and did not express their views to him at all.

This made him worry a little more.

He can't lose any more, and if he loses any more, the pressure from inside will destroy him if the outside world doesn't talk about it.

A team that won [-] consecutive victories not long ago suddenly suffered a [-]-game losing streak?And it's the kind that has no temper at all. The high-level people know that there is an internal problem even if they don't know how to play. If there is an internal problem, who to turn to?Naturally, he was the head coach.

After the training, Mo Mengchen gathered everyone together.

"Let me just say yes, I want to win tonight."

Mo Mengchen whispered: "No matter who you are dissatisfied with, no matter what complaints you have, you should not let the fans down."

"We can't lose tonight, understand?"

"123!"

"DET!"

This scene is disappointing.

Collins tried hard to persuade them for so long, but in the end it was better for Mo Mengchen to call them together and say a few words casually.

The huge gap made Collins physically and mentally exhausted.

For the first time, he felt that the decision to concurrently serve as the head coach was wrong. Not only did he fail to do a good job as the general manager, he also failed to do a good job as the head coach.

Now he has lost the hearts of the team, the outside world regards him as a cancer of the Pistons, and the dissatisfaction with him is increasing day by day.

At this point, any system disputes or off-court turmoil are no longer important.

He just wants the team to settle down and play seriously.

This is the foundation of a team, but he has been unable to restore the Pistons, he does not know when this started.

Form has completely gotten out of hand.

That night: 21:00.

Existing attribute points: 22000.

"Let me tell!"

Barkley took Hill's job and surrounded everyone.

"Excuse me, Charles needs more room," Hill joked.

Barkley laughed: "Be serious, I'm fucking serious, we must win tonight! Dad is right, no matter how dissatisfied we are with that person, we should not disappoint the fans Love, we must win this game tonight!"

"This is the end of the losing streak, you bastards who don't work hard!"

"YES!"

"Damn, yell at me!"

"Fuck the Suns!"

(End of this chapter)