"Great, I finally get to listen to the old guy’s WWII stories again!" Su Wan wasn’t faking it. The huge contract Nike gave him wasn’t because Jordan made too much money for them and they had nowhere to spend it. It was because he was really worth that much money, he really didn’t need to thank Jordan. Without Nike, there would be other sneaker brands becoming "Nike" and then offering him a billion, "Just to correct you, Michael, Nike gave me 1.1 billion!"
"Shut up, rookie, our bullfight isn’t over yet, I don’t have time to chat with you!"
Jordan was completely "heated up," he swore he had to teach Su Wan a lesson this round.
He once again took the initiative to close the distance with Su Wan.
But this time his close guarding was just a feint, waiting for Su Wan to use his speed for a breakthrough. He adjusted his own pace as well, ensuring he wouldn’t be thrown off by Su Wan, getting to the basket.
"Bang!"
As Su Wan gathered strength to jump at the basket, Jordan, following closely behind, pounced over, taking the initiative, creating body contact. Su Wan, who took off prematurely, had no leverage and was directly bumped flying.
The staff gasped in alarm.
Fortunately, Su Wan staggered a bit but managed to stabilize himself.
He laughed.
Indeed, all these Brother Ni’s are the same.
Once their defense breaks, it’s all big movements.
"Michael, are you sure you want to play basketball like this?" Su Wan turned his head and asked.
Jordan, by now, had already lost his reason and his words became rude, or rather, returned to the true demeanor of the player Jordan, "I’m just letting this bitch see how basketball was played in the ’90s. If you think this is a foul, I can continue to let you attack!"
Those were your words.
Su Wan’s face also lost any expression.
The atmosphere became increasingly wrong. A staff member on the sidelines suggested, "Why don’t you two stop playing?"
Unexpectedly, Jordan gave him a glance, "Today is your last day working at Nike. Now, take off your staff badge and get out!"
Hmm...
This is why other staff members, watching the conflict escalate, dared not intervene.
Jordan’s offensive round, he pulled out his classic "Back-to-back Single." Don’t look at him being already 42 years old, even at 52, using this move, he easily bullied the Bobcats’ rookies.
Su Wan felt his power and the impact force, continually retreating.
"Rookie, you only succeeded in this era. In our era, you would probably be crying!" Jordan also discovered Su Wan’s strength wasn’t strong, he started to taunt.
Struggling hard, Su Wan, hearing him mention the ’90s again, told him something, "You may not know, I’m teammates with Artest!"
"???"
Jordan hadn’t yet grasped what that meant when Su Wan suddenly intensified the confrontation, continuously taking the initiative to use force, making Jordan unable to keep his footing. But Jordan, caring about his pride, couldn’t say it was a foul.
After all, it was the "standard" ’90s playing style.
Violently exerting force, Jordan using a side body back attack threw an elbow to push Su Wan aside, turnaround jump shot.
But as he flew in the air just facing the hoop, he saw Su Wan charging over just like he did, like a bulldozer, with a powerful elbow, directly flipping him to the ground.
Jordan no longer had Su Wan’s body control.
He rolled on the ground a few times, then felt a pain coming from his right ribs.
Before he could frown, he saw Su Wan standing coldly over him, looking down, "If you think this is a foul, I can continue to let you attack, Michael, but that’s if you can still stand up."
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