readytorunbook Chapter 1328 A Boxing Machine Worth 2
Chapter 1328 A Boxing Machine Worth 2
Chapter 1328 A Boxing Machine Worth 200
"Me, me, boss." Paul jumped up immediately and shouted with his hands raised.
"Russell, what did the boss say?"
Harden was selected as an All-Star for the first time. He was puzzled, but he couldn't let go of the benefits. He quickly raised his hand and asked Westbrook next to him.
"AMVP, the boss decides who to give." Westbrook laughed.
"Wow!"
Harden's eyes lit up, and he hurried to Li Ba's side and shouted, "Boss, give it to me, I'm the most suitable."
"Rookie, are you suitable for me?"
Paul narrowed his eyes, yelled at Harden, and then yelled at Li Ba:
"Boss, you want a bowl of water to be level! This kid robbed me of my position in the sun, and now he wants to rob me of my AMVP. This is not acceptable."
It was fine if he didn't say it, but when he said it, Li Ba's two younger brothers stood up, isn't the bowl of water flat, we are also your younger brothers.
Paul looked at David Lee and the tortoise, feeling like a dog in the sun, why did they come out in one litter?
To be honest, among all the younger brothers, he was the only one whose name was wrong. He was suppressed by Chandler and had to recognize Li Ba as the boss, but he was not recognized by others.
Griffin originally wanted to stand up and fight, but looking at it like this, I'm afraid he can't beat these guys alone, so let's forget it.
Kobe gloated at his misfortune, and squinted at Li Ba, what do you do?
Duncan and Parker sat together, and the two are now in the same illness, and they don't care about foreign affairs.
Now Li Ba realizes the trouble of having too many younger brothers, one AMVP is not enough points, so he thought of a way.
"There is only one chance for a great decisive victory, so cherish it." He said seriously.
Seeing Li Ba's serious expression, Paul and the others became serious, and the atmosphere rose.
"Boss, what is the winning method? Draw a gun and shoot at it?" Harden yelled, blowing his beard.
Glancing solemnly at the crowd, Li Ba spit out a word: "Guessing fist."
Fuck, everyone in the Western All-Star locker room was brought down by this sentence.
Li Ba raised his right hand and said, "Rock-paper-scissors, one punch determines the winner, let's get started."
Well, there was no other way, Paul and the others immediately got together, and the four of them fought in pairs, catching and killing each other.
Paul and Harden are a pair, guess first.
"I'll count to one, two, and three, and when I count to three, I punch." Li Ba, as the referee, announced the rules: "One win or loser."
"One!" he shouted.
Paul and Harden stared into each other's eyes like two fighting cocks, their nerves tensed, one hand hidden behind their backs, wondering what was going to happen later.
"Two!" Li Ba shouted again.
The eyes of the two of Paul shrank.
"Two to five." Li Ba drank again.
Huh, Paul and Harden punched at the same time.
"Haha..." The others burst out laughing.
"Boss, are you kidding us?" Paul shouted at Li Ba.
"I won!" But Harden shouted excitedly at this time.
Paul quickly lowered his head to look, what he offered was a hammer, and what Harden offered was cloth, how could he admit it, and hurriedly yelled: "It's not time yet, we're out early, try again!"
Harden opened his mouth and looked at Li Ba.
Li Ba was already laughing so much that he sat on the chair, waved his hand, and signaled to wait until he had laughed enough.
"Let's do it ourselves." Paul said angrily after being tricked by Li Ba.
"Come on," Harden said.
The two did it all over again, and when they counted to three at the same time, they punched, Paul used the scissors, and Harden still used the cloth.
"I won!" Paul exclaimed excitedly.
"No, no, you left later than me, let's come again." This time it was Harden's turn to quit.
The two couldn't argue, so they had to find Li Ba again.
Li Ba thought for a while, saw the trash can next to him, quickly took it over, dropped the bottom of the bucket, and proudly said to everyone:
"Do you know what this thing is called?"
"Trash can, a trash can without a bottom." Paul said angrily.
"Haha..." Everyone in the locker room laughed again.
"You fool, this is a box-guessing machine. Let me tell you, this invention can be sold for 200 million yuan in patent fees in China. Is it still called a trash can now?" Li Ba said disdainfully.
"200 million?" Everyone gasped.
Paul took a closer look at the trash can in Li Ba's hand, it was a trash can, a bad trash can worth two cents.
"A group of people without knowledge, let me tell you how to use this thing."
After contemptuously, Li Ba explained the usage of this thing, and then everyone understood what the so-called 200 million box-guessing machine was all about.
"It really sold 200 million?" Paul asked suspiciously.
"Fool, that's a plot in the movie." Li Ba said.
"Haha..." Everyone suddenly laughed.
Paul's face was dark, the goddamn fake boss, always playing him.
"What are you playing?" Someone shouted when the door was pushed open.
Everyone saw that it was Jordan who came in, and there were a few NBA celebrities behind him, all super giants who had retired for many years.
"what is this?"
Jordan bit his cigar and walked over to Li Ba, looking curiously at the trash can in the latter's hand and asked.
"Hey, Michael, do you want to invest in this business?" Li Ba raised the trash can.
Jordan looked it up and down suspiciously, it looks so familiar!
He knew that Li Ba's business was doing very well, and the Xianbei restaurant and Xianbei wine trading company had great prospects, but Li Ba didn't invite him for these two businesses, which made him very regretful. What kind of business is this now?
"What is it? Is there any investment prospect? Why did you invite me to invest this time?" He asked several questions in succession.
"Pfft!"
Unexpectedly, before Li Ba answered, everyone else burst out laughing.
Qiao Dan was not stupid, he immediately understood that Li Ba was teasing him, and said unhappily: "Tie Hammer, you have gone too far. If you don't come to me for a profitable business, you are playing with me now, right?"
"What the hell is this? It looks familiar to me." He snatched the trash can from Li Ba's hand, and looked at it again.
"Michael, isn't this just a trash can? Look, there's another one here." Dameng said, kicking a trash can next to him.
"..." Qiao Dan stared at Li Ba, his face darkened.
"Haha..." Everyone burst into laughter.
"Michael, are you still short of money? Nike will give you at least 5000 million US dollars a year. Does it need my investment?" Li Ba immediately began to divert his attention.
"Nike is Nike, I am me, who still thinks there is too much money?" Jordan was really distracted, and he no longer entangled in the trash can in his hand.
"OK, next time I have a chance, I will definitely invite you." Li Ba said hastily.
"It's a deal." Jordan nodded.
With the box-guessing machine, the subsequent boxing game went very smoothly. Paul defeated Harden, and the turtle defeated David Lee. .
(End of this chapter)