"New York has already claimed that they will pay a maximum salary and will reach a deal at any cost!"

Such problems were overwhelming at Pierce. Even Pierce, an old man who was used to dealing with the media, was a little caught off guard.

"Damn it! Why are the reporters at the media meeting stuck here!" Pierce still had to be calm on his face.

But at this moment, he was cursing in his heart why these damn reporters were surrounding him like a group of flies.

Such attention is not what he wants. No matter what he says, it will be misinterpreted. This is an inevitable result.

Now Pierce can only expect the security guards in the arena to come out to rescue the car, otherwise he would not get out of the car in at least half an hour. Those reporters would stubbornly stump him.

When Pierce wrote his autobiography many years later, he wrote a special note. On the day of the training camp in 2006, he was being entangled by a group of boring reporters.

Just the second when he almost blurted out, a shiny bald head appeared in front of everyone.

Even if Pierce was sitting in his Mercedes-Benz S600 at the time, he could hear a loud loud voice yelling outside the crowd.

"Hey! Give it! Give it! Give it! My car has no gate! Anyone who doesn't give in! Don't worry about burying it if you don't give in! You'll be killed and buried!"

Maybe not only Pierce can't forget that scene, but many people are imprinting that scene in their minds.

A bald boy who shines in the sun is riding a bicycle and diving into the crowd in a crazy manner. His momentum is simply unstoppable... "Maybe from that moment on, I feel that no matter how bad the new season is, it will not be worse than the situation at that time."
Chapter completed!