(Skin diseases have become more and more serious recently, and they are quite painful, so the update is unstable, I wish you forgive me.)

In the restaurant in Chinatown, Falk finally waited for the late arrival of Gan Guoyang. It seems that Gan Guoyang should have just finished training.

"Sorry, Mr. Falke, let you wait a little longer and let me order the dishes. The Chinese food here is the best I can find in Portland. Although it is still impossible to compare with San Francisco, it is already very good." This hotel was where Gan Guoyang invited Stockton and Hansen to have dinner that day. It was also here. Gan Guoyang discovered that Colt was buying drugs on the street.

Now, Gan Guoyang has become a frequent visitor to this "Shandong Restaurant". The Shandong cuisine here is still good, the taste is very popular, and the business is quite good.

Before, when Falke came to Gan Guoyang, Falke always arranged everything, his own itinerary, brunch and dinner for the two, including transportation and accommodation. Now, Gan Guoyang has begun to arrange these trivial matters for Falke.

Falke can no longer make some decisions on behalf of Gan Guoyang. Even where they eat together is now decided by Gan Guoyang.

Falke could feel that the power in his hands was being lost little by little, and he was gradually changing from a manager and housekeeper who was in charge of everything except the competition to a small accountant who counted money for Gan Guoyang.

"This is a famous Shandong dish, sweet and sour carp... Well, I know Americans don't like to eat carp, but it's really incredible. Eat some, it's great. Mr. Bellman likes this dish very much, but Mr. Bellman has a more important job tonight, so he couldn't come." Gan Guoyang introduced the dishes on the table to Falke and explained why Bellman couldn't come.

But Falk seemed to have no appetite, and he suddenly asked, "Gan, do you think you still need me? As your agent, make reasonable plans for your career and make suggestions for your decision. I think... you are marginalizing me. Before discussing a contract with Inman, I don't even know what the idea is in my mind, and you just rejected him easily."

Gan Guoyang put a piece of fish into his mouth and chewed it, and then said, "Falke, I think I still need you, but I need a Falke who stands on my side, thinks about my interests, speaks for me, rather than joining with advertisers and managers to use my value. Don't talk, listen to me."

Gan Guoyang stopped Falke, who wanted to speak but stopped, and continued: "In the contract issue, I don't want to be led by Inman. I want him to understand that the Trail Blazers are not my only choice. Of course, I know that in the current history of the NBA, almost no star changed his goal after the rookie contract ends. But there is always the first one in everything. Before me, there were no Chinese players in the NBA. Isn't that the only one now? Believe me, in the future, there will be more and more players who will abandon their old club as free agents and choose new teams. Starting from Stern's entry into the league, this is already destined. If you can't even see this, Fal

You are really in vain! Now, the NBA is already a business league, and the humanity will become less and less slim, and business is business! But even in business, I need a partner to stand on my side and think about our common interests! Instead of like today, you and Inman seem to be on the same front, hoping that I can accept his long contract. A five-year and four-million contract? Oh my God, I tell you Falk, in two years, all players who sign such contracts will tear up the contract and re-sign it! Including Jordan! I heard that you got him a seven-year and six-million ‘big contract’! Look, you will have a lot of work to do at that time.”

After Gan Guoyang finished speaking, he continued to eat the sweet and sour carp in front of him. This dish was not very good in the United States because Americans hardly ate carp.

Falke sat there blankly. He was also an old fox who had been in the mall for a long time. In his eyes, Gan Guoyang was still the little boy who was fired by UCLA and was helplessly waiting for him to help.

Falke still remembers how he looked when he took Gan Guoyang to Nike headquarters for the first time. He didn't know anything and everything was managed by his agent.

But in just over a year, Gan Guoyang has undergone such a big change.

Of course, Falk didn't know that Gan Guoyang, a time traveler, had the general trend prediction ability. More importantly, after a season of professional competition training, Gan Guoyang's confidence and ambition were catalyzed. With his special experience, it would be sooner or later to get rid of Falke's control.

If it weren't for the shadow of the car accident that night, Gan Guoyang might be investing in technology now, or returning to China to build real estate to change history.

"I understand what you mean, Gan, I am no longer your nanny. Now, we are partners and a cooperative relationship." Falke finally said.

After hearing this, Gan Guoyang nodded and continued, "You will always be my best agent. You continued my basketball life. Meeting you on the streets of Inglewood that day was one of my biggest gains in Inglewood. Believe me, my judgment will not be wrong."

After saying that, Gan Guoyang put down his chopsticks and walked up to hug Falk.

But just as the two big men hugged each other and expressed their intention to cooperate, the door of the box opened with a "bang"!

Gan Guoyang and Falk were both startled and stood up quickly, as if they were knocked out.

Standing at the door were Portland policemen wearing black police uniforms, a fat white man with a belly erect and a tall black man.

"Hey, what are you doing? This is a private dinner. Are you just breaking in like this?" Falke asked sternly.

The fat white policeman ignored Falke and asked Gan Guoyang: "Is it Sunny-Gan, Chinese name, Gan-Guo-yang?"

Gan Guoyang nodded and said, "That's right, it's me. I think all Portlanders should know me."

The fat white policeman took out an arrest warrant from behind and said to Gan Guoyang: "We are police officers of the Portland police. Now we suspect that you are related to a major case. If you are ordered to arrest you and go back to assist in the investigation, please cooperate."

After saying that, the black policeman stepped forward and asked Gan Guoyang to extend his hand and handcuff him.

Gan Guoyang knew that he had supreme authority in the US legal institutions and no one could resist the compulsory measures of the legal institutions, otherwise he would be severely punished.

However, Gan Guoyang still said: "Can you not wear handcuffs? I'm just going to assist in the investigation."

He didn't want the Portland people to see him in handcuffs.

The two policemen discussed for a while, and both shook their heads. Gan Guoyang really didn't understand why he was caught in a major case. It made no sense.

In the end, Gan Guoyang put on handcuffs, but Falke immediately took off his suit and covered Gan Guoyang's arm, and sent him to the police car at the door.

"Don't worry, I'll hire a lawyer for you soon, don't worry!" Falke said to Gan Guoyang.

"Thank you, I'm fine." Gan Guoyang nodded to Falk, and at the same time sent a trusted look.

After being stuffed into the police car, Gan Guoyang sat in the car in a frustration under the left and right of two policemen, and then listened to the whistling of the alarm bell and headed to the Portland Police Station.

The onlookers at the entrance of the hotel gradually dispersed, leaving Falke standing there blankly, feeling that everything was like a dream, and Gan Guoyang was actually taken away by the police!

"Shit, is this guy Gan a spy? It's incredible that I'd better go to the lawyers first and notify the Trail Blazers."

At this time, Gan Guoyang was also confused in the car. He couldn't think of any major case he would have to do with.

If it was Corte's drug use, Gan Guoyang advised Corte to quit drugs, which was a good thing. How could he be arrested by the police?

"Hey man, what's going on? I was playing in the Memorial Stadium yesterday, and I'm going to the police station today?" Gan Guoyang asked.

"I don't know, we just acted on orders. To be honest, I am also your fans. Your performance this year is amazing. I feel that you didn't even use much force, so you beat that boy Ewing to pieces..." The big black man on the right also seems to be a basketball fan.

"Carter! Don't talk about these things... Mr. Gan, arresting you is not an order from our police station, but an order from the FBI. We don't know the specific situation." said the fat white man on the left.

As soon as he heard the FBI, Gan Guoyang's mind exploded again.

"Fuck, it's not that Americans discovered that I was traveling through time and wanted to take me back for research? Is it because of this? I'm going to promote the development of American technology?"

Just when Gan Guoyang was in a mess, the police car had already driven to the Portland Police Department near Chapman Park.

The police station has been ready to welcome this big star. In fact, most of the people in the police station are fans of Gan Guoyang, so when they arrive here, Gan Guoyang feels at home.

Since Gan Guoyang is not a suspect, he did not "enjoy" the treatment of taking photos, measuring height, and squatting in the iron window, but was arranged to a small room where he was preparing to be asked by relevant personnel.
Chapter completed!