Mo Mengchen said disgusted: "You dare to dislike Michael sting even if you are like a bear?"

"k, you're wasting money. Is it related to being stingy? If you donate it to a welfare institution, let alone 100,000, it's 200,000." The fat man gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and said with a singing voice, "I'll give it too!"

OK, it's time to set up a dyiryi foundation.

On the day the foundation was established, Mo Mengchen must bring paper and pen to threaten Buckley to sign a check of 200,000 on the spot.

This was a game that had nothing to do with the Pistons, because Mo Mengchen and Lore participated in the betting game, and the whole team paid a lot of attention to the game.

So, the first game of the Western Conference Finals began.

112 to 77

The Jazz 6 scored in double digits, Malone scored 2910, and used a massacre to make those who looked down on them completely shut up, and also made the Pistons clench their fists.

No way?

Sweep?
Chapter completed!