Chapter 1046 Claudia's message

“Super Confrontation: dor.mo62118     oh    ai6066!”

It is very exciting for fans to have such a game before the All-Star Weekend.

As the parties involved, neither Mo Mengchen nor Iverson had so many feelings.

One is to win;

One is unhappy when he lost the game.

The reporter failed to dig too much from them. Instead, Anthony gave the reporter a rare good material for digging deeper into the game: "Some people say I can't play key balls, but they were wrong."

A word caused a thousand waves, and a short sentence made Anthony get involved in the whirlpool of public opinion again. However, it was a long time before the All-Star weekend was approaching, so he shouldn't have to take too much effort to deal with the public opinion sweeping over the outside world like a tide.

Back to Detroit, the Pistons rested with peace of mind.

If you should be on vacation, you should book a flight to Houston if you should be on the All-Star Weekend.

On the day of departure, Mo Mengchen got up very early.

Logically speaking, he didn't have to go to Houston in advance. Jordan was not so enthusiastic about All-Star weekends back then. He often came late after gambled in the casino for several days, unlike other All-Stars who went to the place a few days in advance to deliver three official speeches, "I love this place/I can't wait to perform/Thank you for your support."

There is only one reason why Mo Mengchen went so early, and Alan Houston has a stage play to perform.

As a special guest, we will naturally be present.

Mo Mengchen has complained a lot about Houston for this reason. You said that as a wounded person, it would be fine if he didn't recover from his injuries, but he also had various commercial performances? He now understands the mood of Rockets fans very much.

This man earns an annual salary of 19 million this year. He has only played 2 games for the Rockets this season, averaging 11 points, 3 rebounds and 2 assists per game. His efficiency and data have fallen to the lowest point of his career.

Houston has become a representative of high salary and low energy, but the Rockets are easy to hire gods and difficult to send gods. No one dares to take over such a big contract.

Houston's annual salary this year is 19 million and next season is 20 million. Unless the Rockets are the bottom of the fish and are willing to pay a lot of unprotected draft picks, no one will accept this hot potato.

For fans, Houston is extremely guilty, and from a friend's perspective, he did nothing wrong.

He has fulfilled his merits.

If you want a championship, you have a championship;

I want a big contract, and I also signed a big contract.

Have no worries, and has suffered repeated serious injuries in recent years. When leaving the Pistons, he proved that his ambitions have disappeared. He only has a heart for performing. I just don’t know if there will be extreme fans coming to smash the show on the day of the performance?

Thinking of this, Mo Mengchen was full of expectations for this perhaps not so exciting stage play.

Mo Mengchen was preparing in the living room, and suddenly, the phone at home rang.

He picked it up casually: "Hello, who?"

"You are...Mr. Mo?"

It sounds like the voice of an older woman.

"It's me, who are you?"

"I am Claudia, the aunt of Ephraim, do you remember? When you got married, I still went on stage to give a speech."

Mo Mengchen has always had a good memory, and he remembered it.

Claudia Davis, Ephraim's mother's sister. After Ephraim's father was imprisoned, Ephraim and Adrian lived in Claudia's home for a long time, and Claudia treated her niece as her own.

"Ephraim is coaxing the child in the room, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, what else can I do? Pedro's business. That guy called me again a few days ago and said he and Mr. Mo... Yes, you met once."

Claudia's personality is a bit like the combination of Ephraim and Adrian, and she is said to have inherited her aunt perfectly.

Claudia's words puzzled Mo Mengchen.

"Pedro?" Momonchen needed to confirm, "Ephraim's father?"

"Yes, hasn't he met you?" Claudia said. "That guy said so convincingly. Did he lie to me? There's no reason...he has no reason to lie to me for this."

Mo Mengchen has seen too many people, but he has a good memory, so he can remember most of them.

Of course, he will definitely not remember the passers-by on the street.

"I really haven't seen Pedro. Did he say anything else? For example, where did you see me?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"He didn't say that this guy is very mysterious."

Mo Mengchen hesitated and asked, “Does Ephraim know about this?”

"I know, Pedro contacted Ephraim through me. He wanted to meet Ephraim, but Ephraim refused. This girl had too much prejudice against Pedro. Mr. Mo, please advise her more. No matter what, Pedro is also her father."

"What else do you know about Pedro?"

"This guy was released from prison two years ago. As soon as he was released from prison, he asked me about Ephraim's whereabouts. I didn't tell him at first, but he kept pestering me... Later, I had no choice but to tell him that Ephraim lives in Detroit, but I just told this, and Ephraim was still angry with me for this!"

Momonchen tried hard to get used to Claudia's southern accent, and then tried to guess Pedro's purpose from these messages.

What does he want to do?

Since he is Ephraim's father, from the perspective of Chinese people (essentially), he is also half of his father, what needs he needs? As a son-in-law, he will help him, as long as it is reasonable and legal.

"So he lives in Detroit now?"

"Yes, he always wanted to meet Ephraim to clarify the misunderstanding that was originally misunderstanding, but he never had a chance. You know, Ephraim is a celebrity in Detroit. She is your wife of Mr. Mo. Pedro could not get close to her at all..."

"Okay, thank you for telling me this."

Mo Mengchen chatted with Claudia for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Just as Claudia's phone number was hung up, Mo Mengchen immediately called the apartment bodyguard office.

"Luca, you and Selsey are waiting for me in the parking lot."

Ephraim had tidied up the clothes for Momonchen for a few days, and she brought them out: "Mengchen, look."

"Claudia called just now," Mo Mengchen said.

Ephraim asked, “What did she say?”

"There's something about Pedro," Momonchen said, "she said Pedro met me."

"When?" Ephraim asked seriously.

Mo Mengchen shook his head and said, "I don't remember it. Maybe he's here to watch the game on site, maybe he's near the press conference, maybe he's one of the many fans watching the team bus, I don't know."

Ephraim was silent.

"Since he wants to see you, why don't you meet him?" Mo Mengchen suddenly asked.

"Didn't I say it?" Ephraim folded his clothes and put them in Momonchen's suitcase. "From childhood, I survived with the idea that he hated me and Adrian. Since he hated us, I also wanted to hate him. This is how I came here for so many years."

Mo Mengchen closed his luggage: "Then you shouldn't hide it from me either."

"I'm sorry..." said Ephraim, "I just don't want to distract you."

"I would rather be distracted by you than by the trivial matters in the team." Mo Mengchen gently held Ephraim's cheek with his fingers, "You'd better confess next time, I'll catch the plane today. If it weren't for the plane, I..."

Ephraim smiled and said, "The child is still here, what do you want to do?"

Mo Mengchen shrugged and helplessly gave up a series of beastly plans in his mind.

"If you have anything, call me," Mo Mengchen said, "I will come back immediately."

"What should I do if the All-Star Game?"

"People will understand my disappearance because I was exhausted by boat and I vomited and had diarrhea as soon as I got off the plane, and I had to go back to Detroit to recuperate." Mo Mengchen made up the excuse in advance, but it was destined not to use it.

Ephraim doesn't want Mo Mengchen to miss the All-Star Weekend because of this: "Go with peace of mind."

Mo Mengchen dragged his luggage and walked to the door and shouted, "Little guy inside, you still have two minutes to say goodbye to your dear dad!"

Four children ran out of the room one after another, like soldiers in a squad.

Mo Mengchen bent down slowly, and gave him a kiss from his father, and finally waved goodbye.

In the parking lot, the two bodyguards of Mo Mengchen's ward were waiting for a long time.

Seeing Mo Mengchen arrive, they stood upright as if they were in the army.

"Mr. Mo, please give me some advice."

"Cecil, help me find someone." Momonchen waited for him to prepare, and then said, "Pedro Orrena, 56, lives in Detroit. I want you to find out his residence, his current job, and his nearest location."

"As for Luca," Momonchen looked at the Spaniard, "I need a bodyguard for this trip."

Spanish Luca Adriano nodded and said, "I am your sword and shield."

Mo Mengchen couldn't stand the Spanish guy's loyal appearance, so he asked him to put his luggage in the car first and then get on the car directly.

With Cecil's ability, Pedro shouldn't be able to hide for long.

No matter what, he will find out Pedro's purpose. If it is a misunderstanding, he will do his best to help Ephraim and Pedro reconcile. No matter what, they are father and daughter.
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