Chapter 87: The authorities are confused (2)

When he returned home, Zhang Kong noticed the reporter's pursuit, but he didn't care. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the Hummer roared and accelerated, he directly threw away the reporter following him. However, he did not expect that the reporters had such a firm will and actually followed him at home.

The laws of the United States are there, but they dare not enter private houses, but they are like dog skin plaster that cannot be removed.

It’s not that Zhang Kong has been followed by reporters. Of course, paparazzi will secretly follow and take pictures after becoming famous. Although it’s a bit unhappy, as long as they don’t exist, they don’t get caught by them. But now, there are at least dozens of reporters around their homes.

"Damn it!" Zhang Kong frowned and looked at the situation outside through the window. The flashing spotlights made him finally unable to help but pull up the curtains.

At this moment, his cell phone rang out suddenly. As soon as it was connected, Ritchie Paul's voice suddenly came over: "Zhang, listen to me, don't accept interviews with reporters, and don't say anything to reporters. Leave this matter to me to solve?"

"I know." Zhang Kong frowned and said, "I know without saying that, I know. I won't accept interviews with reporters casually, but can you really solve this problem?"

Zhang Kong couldn't help but think of LeBron James again. If this matter was really caused by his instruction, it would probably not be so easy to resolve. He and LeBron James can be said to be friends, and their private relationship is pretty good. But some things can't be solved by friendship. The entire NBA with a golden combination like Carl Malone and Stockton is just like this.

"It's okay, Zhang, believe me, I'm your agent." When Zhang Kong was not going to be interviewed by reporters, Ritchie Paul was obviously relieved and said, "Zhang, don't worry, I have contacted James, he knows nothing about this. I will go and talk to Mr. Brown, don't worry, you are my boss, I won't let your interests suffer."

"Did you contact James first?" Zhang Kong murmured.

"What did you say?" Zhang Kong's voice was very soft. Ritchie Paul obviously didn't hear what Zhang Kong was saying just now.

"It's nothing. Since that's the case, I'll leave this matter to you to solve." Zhang Kong shook his head and suppressed all the speculations that kept popping up in his heart: "Also, there are many reporters blocking outside my house now, and I'll deal with them."

"Okay, I can do it." Ritchie Paul said confidently: "Don't worry, Zhang, just listen to me. Let's solve this problem perfectly together."

"Listen to you?"

Zhang Kong curled his lips, but finally said nothing.

Ritchie Paul hung up the phone.

Zhang Kong held the phone and fell into deep thought.

"I hope you don't let me down, James and Ritchie... you completely disappointed me."

Just as Zhang Kong was thinking, the phone rang again. When Zhang Kong saw that it was Garnett's number.

"Zhang, I saw it on the news. You seem to be in some trouble." After answering the phone, Garnett's deep voice came over the phone. Zhang Kong looked at the time. There was also a Celtic game tonight, and it happened to be the end of the game.

In other words, Garnett called himself as soon as the game ended, and Zhang Kong's heart moved. He couldn't help but think of the scene at the All-Star Game. It seemed that Brown was hostile to him, which can be traced back to the All-Star Game... The All-Star Game began to explode as soon as the All-Star Game ended, so...

"How about it, are you okay? Those reporters are very tangled. You'd better not accept their interviews. These reporters like to take things out of context and contact your agent first." It's not difficult to hear the true concern from Garnett's tone, but in addition to that, Zhang Kong also heard a little extra smell.

"I'm fine, Kevin." Zhang Kong laughed softly: "Besides, isn't this all in your expectations? The exchanges at the All-Star Game and the Boston media reports, isn't everything about creating today's situation?"

Simple and direct. Since you have some doubts, Zhang Kong might as well pierce this layer of film directly in front of Garnett.

Garnett's voice suddenly stopped, and for at least three seconds of loss of voice, then, a voice with doubt and surprise appeared again: "You already know."

"It's not difficult to guess." Zhang Kong smiled and shook his head: "I knew I would die, but I didn't expect Mike Brown to be so provoked to such a degree. Should I say that his head is filled with mud?"

"Haha..." Garnett on the opposite phone smiled, a little embarrassed, and seemed to be a little proud: "Sorry, Zhang, I've plotted against you..."

"It's okay, I said, I'm not angry about this, and I even admire it to be honest." Zhang Kong smiled and said, "As long as it is an enemy, try to fight, and it would be great if it can decide the outcome of the game before the game starts. Although it's a bit despicable, it's really a practical method. Kevin skillfully uses the media. It seems that it's not just you, but Ray, Paul, and even Mr. Rivers are also together. To mobilize a lot of resources to complete this plan, the Celtics management may have participated. If you say that, the plan may start earlier. Mr. Russell would be a part of the plan. I'm just saying that he is a bit too active. It seems that you really want to win this championship."

Zhang Kong calmly analyzed the judgment trained in the large dyeing vat in the workplace, and helped him quietly analyze the components of this conspiracy when he calmed down.

"You are so smart, Zhang. To be honest, I'm a little scared now. If you record the phone, the Celtics will be finished this time." After Zhang Kong's words, Kevin Garnett said half nervous and half relaxed: "As a matter of fact, Chinese people are too smart. You are always good at analyzing what is hidden under the surface."

"I also chose to call at this time to react, Kevin. So don't worry, I didn't use the phone to record it, and it doesn't matter." Zhang Kong curled his lips and said, "As long as you see through this kind of thing, everything that follows can be easily speculated. But I don't have any evidence."

"So what about your decision now?" Kevin Garnett on the opposite side became obviously serious: "Are you going to settle with Mike Brown?"

"Not interested." Zhang Kong said coldly: "He made a choice. Although he was blinded, since he made a choice, he had to bear the consequences. But Kevin, there is bad news that I want to tell you."

"What?"

"The Celtics can't win the championship, or even play in the finals. As long as I'm in the NBA for a day, the Celtics can't win the championship!" Zhang Kong said coldly, "So if you want to win the championship, you'd better leave the Celtics, Kevin, I don't want to see you crying."

"You are so arrogant!" Kevin Garnett on the other end of the phone smiled, wondering if he was angry: "I don't think you can succeed, Zhang!"

"Then you open your eyes and look at it, Kevin." Zhang Kong said lightly: "Go to the Eastern Conference Finals stage to feel it with your body and look with your own eyes. When I get thoroughly serious, everything I say will be true!"

"By the way, do you have any contact with the agent?"

"Oh, why do you want to change your agent?"

"It's just that you are prepared for any trouble." Zhang Kong said lightly: "If you can help."

"Of course, I still have something to do with this circle. I can introduce you to a good guy, my agent, Andy, who is a very capable guy."

"What kind of agent is he?"

"A broker who knows what he should do and what he shouldn't do."

"That's good." Zhang Kong laughed: "Give me his phone number, Kevin, and tell him I'll consider him."

"That's great." Garnett smiled and said, "To be honest, Zhang, don't you think about the Celtics? This team has a long dynasty tradition. Pierce and I are in their thirties. It will start to decline in two or three years. If you come here, you..."

"No need to say that, Kevin." Zhang Kong smiled and said, "I said, the Celtics can't even win a championship. I don't want to see you crying, so transfer, Kevin."

After the conversation with Garnett was over, Zhang Kong had just hung up the phone, and a new number immediately vibrated.

"Hey, are you free now?"

A lazy and magnetic voice came down the microphone: "I'm here to Cleveland."

"Paris?" Zhang Kong frowned: "I'm in a bad mood now."

"So don't you just need to vent?" In a hotel suite in Cleveland, Paris Hilton, wearing a bathrobe, smiled and looked at his smooth fingertips: "It seems that I'm here at the right time."
Chapter completed!