You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 369
Chapter 369 A Ball of Words Caused by a Ball
"Shouldn't you eat the ball?"

Mo Mengchen approached Marbury with a basketball, as if he insisted on fulfilling this impossible promise.

Marbury didn't expect him to be so serious, and he didn't know what to do for a moment: "Do you fucking think I'm an idiot?"

When he said that, Mo Mengchen was even more shocked than him: "Aren't you?"

After losing the game and making a promise like "Eat shit if you do", Marbury can only slip away at this moment, because if he stays any longer, he will be humiliated by Mo Mengchen.

It's not so easy to slip away, Mo Mengchen insisted that he fail to step down tonight, why didn't this vicious bastard die?

If it weren't for the reporters on the scene to come forward to make a rescue, Marbury really didn't know what to do. He couldn't really eat the ball, right?
The reporters at the scene stepped forward to interview Mo Mengchen, and Marbury took the opportunity to escape.

He will never forget the reporter's great kindness, but he ran so fast that he didn't even see the reporter's face clearly, so he really didn't know who to turn to to repay his favor in the future.

"Mo, you guys scored 125 points tonight, which is an astonishing number."

Unfortunately, we've scored more than that number in at least half of our games this season.

"What do you think you can improve?"

"We can do it more perfectly." Mo Mengchen said from his heart, "It's even more perfect than tonight."

The reporter didn't expect him to answer like this. The performance of the Pistons tonight was flawless in the eyes of many people.

"Aren't you perfect tonight?"

Just like your face is not suitable for bangs, you have a perfect face, but you have the wrong hairstyle, so you are not perfect.

Mo Mengchen said with a smile: "Some people may think that we play perfectly, maybe we are really perfect in some aspects, but critics are never short of breakthroughs, we need to be so perfect that even the most picky guys can't find fault. "

"Okay, thanks Dor.Mo for accepting our live interview, here is the front interview of Apolis TV"

Mo Mengchen still holds the ball, but the person who claimed to eat it has disappeared without a trace.

This stalk is hard to pass, Mo Mengchen thought to himself.

At the press conference that night, Mo Mengchen took the game ball to the scene. At the beginning of the interview, he specifically asked: "Is Stephen Marbury next door?"

"No, their interview is over."

Marbury is said to have left in a hurry.

Mo Mengchen didn't expect this guy to be so dull on the court, but he is very clever off the court. How good is the 36 plan to use it?
As expected of the political commissar of Ma, he has laid a solid foundation for accepting socialist transformation more than ten years later.

Mo Mengchen didn't say much about this matter, he believed that some curious reporters would take the initiative to ask why he was looking for Marbury, and he would be able to tell the matter.

This will give fans more to talk about and make Marbury lose face.

“Mo, did you have something to do with Stephen just now?”

Here he is, and he's a reporter with a lot of background.

Looking at his sign, it turned out to be someone from The New York Times.

Mo Mengchen held the basketball that was placed on the table, which was very unsuitable for this occasion, and said, "If you go back to tonight's game, you will see that I made a difficult float shot against Stephen."

It's quite difficult, but you still have to be humble.

"I just made a shot, and Stephen said that if he can score, he will eat the ball. I hope he can fulfill his promise." Mo Mengchen stared at the reporter of the "New York Times", "I heard that New Yorkers will keep their promises. "

Actually I've never heard of it, I swear.

The reporter patted his chest, and said forcefully, "That's right, I'm a big New Yorker, every spittle is a nail!"

"Very good. It seems that Stephen will definitely fulfill his promise. I will keep this ball. Please help me supervise and make sure he eats the ball completely." Mo Mengchen patted the ball on the table, pondering Authentic, "I'm serious."

"Hahaha~~~"

There was a lot of laughter at the scene.

At Marbury's home court, Mo Mengchen was very happy to have messed with him in front of many reporters.

Who told Marbury to say something to blow people up as soon as he came up tonight?
No grievances in the past, no grievances in the present—Mo Mengchen has already forgotten that he elbowed Marbury on the court—will you kill me?I have a temper too, okay?
The reporters went to Marbury to confirm the authenticity of the incident.

"Fart, I didn't say that!" Marbury angrily denied.

So the reporter could only throw the question in front of Mo Mengchen again.

Mo Mengchen only responded this time: "I can swear in anyone's name. He said this, and he can invite many people to vouch for me. It is the kind of guarantee that requires a poisonous oath. I really Okay. Let me say it again, he said he would eat the ball, and if he couldn’t do it, he would admit it generously. Agreed."

"I've heard New Yorkers walk the talk, and it looks like I was wrong."

Terrible, the map guns are fired.

Mo Mengchen brought a wave of rhythm in front of the media and successfully caused scolding wars everywhere. New Yorkers have always looked down on outsiders, and this time is even more serious. As a celebrity in New York, Marbury did such a thing. Regional hooligans from out of town have found their chance.

The war of words lasted for three months.

Cause: A ball.

Then, in response to this incident, a lot of text stalks such as Marbury, who refused to eat the ball, etc., accompanied the former throughout his career.

As the black hand that brought about this incident, Mo Mengchen quickly withdrew from the vortex that was getting bigger and bigger.

Apollos, Suss cold.

Simas chose an elegant and simple restaurant for supper.

Although Mo Mengchen and him were both interns at the Mayo Clinic, they don't know each other well enough.The only thing Mo Mengchen knew about Simas was his medical skills, and he believed that this man could perform joint surgery with himself.

"Let's have a toast to your victory tonight," Simas said.

Mo Mengchen raised his wine glass, bumped it against him, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Simas seemed to know Mo Mengchen for the first time, "Don't you know that good wine should be tasted slowly? The wine here is a must in Apolis."

A glass of wine for ten yuan?
well.

Mo Mengchen wasn't sure if Simas understood the game tonight. He shouldn't be a sports fan. Judging from his loose body, he doesn't usually exercise much.

"Now tell me, what do you want me to do?" Simas asked.

"Do you remember what I told you last time?"

Mo Mengchen took the initiative to bring it up.

"Combined surgery?" Simas remembered, "I have no problem, you have a problem."

Yes, the problem is how to persuade the gang of antiquities in the Mayo Clinic to send the best young doctors in the hospital to perform joint operations with St. Lucifer, a hospital that is regarded as a big hospital.

"Do you remember Scorpio?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Simas gently rolled the noodles on the plate, raised his eyes, and was very surprised: "Don't tell you that you have improved that stuff."

"Yes, but it's still not universal. It's difficult for ordinary doctors to control, but it's different for a doctor like you." Mo Mengchen complimented others rarely, and Simas was too shocked to react.

If he heard Mo Mengchen complimenting him, he would be too happy to sleep tonight.

Mo Mengchen's reputation for meanness is well known all over the world, and it is too difficult to get his compliments.

"If what you say is true, there is indeed a turning point in this matter."

Simas cared more about this patient. If it was an ordinary patient, would Mo Mengchen care so much?His mind is no longer in the hospital.

This is no ordinary patient.

"How much are you willing to give up?" Simas asked.

"As long as this can be done, I can transfer the technology patent of Scorpio to Mayo Clinic, and Saint Lucifer only reserves the right to use it."

The moment Mo Mengchen opened his mouth, Simas was frightened.

"It seems that this patient is very important to you." Simas said.

Do what you promise to others.

Mo Yuanhang had said this to Mo Mengchen countless times when he was young.

Mo Mengchen said: "How is it?"

Simas had already rolled up a large roll of noodles, which looked disgusting.

Why can't he just eat it in one bite?
Mo Mengchen resisted the desire to vomit while waiting for his answer.

"No problem." Simas said.

After getting the answer, Mo Mengchen felt relieved.

Finally, it's settled.

Next, he only needs to wait for the news from Simas, and then let the hospitals of both parties contact and inform the outside world to determine the date of surgery.

(End of this chapter)