This dor.mo is fucking fake!

Joe Dumas originally wanted to wait until Momonchen came back from Duamelize before discussing a contract extension, but fans couldn't wait.

"Now that the contract is not renewed, do you have to wait until the dor.mo is kidnapped by other teams before renewing the contract?"

"Is it a reason not to find someone?"

"Let Da Ben and Alan go, and make two terrible deals. Now you can't even make a continuous appointment with Dor.mo?"

The irritable fans almost beat Dumas.

For this reason, Dumas also evaporated in the eyes of the public.

Since the fans' words don't work, the media can only do it. Some media that usually speak for the Pistons began to point their guns at Dumas.

"Three questions: Why did Joe Dumas make this deal? Why didn't he renew his contract with Dor.mo? Will the Pistons still aim for the championship next season?"

This dazzling article comes from the Pistons' die-hard-de-Workers.

"dor.mo, what should we do without you?" The "Good Night Detroit" can no longer watch it.

Therefore, even the Detroit Blue Flag newspaper, which has always been sarcastic to the Pistons, looked regretful and even published an article called "Remembering the six years of Dor.mo in Detroit, paying tribute to the greatness."

In the article, the Blue Flag News expressed regret for the Pistons' failure to renew the contract, as if everything had been finalized.

The media put pressure on the outside world, and the quotes from the outside are more scary.

The Knicks even shouted out the slogan "Even if 50 million yuan a year, they will win people."

Dumas believed that Mo Mengchen would not betray their agreement, so he sat peacefully in the general manager's office. He was safe and others were uneasy, especially the boss.

Bill Davidson called himself and "honored" Dumas.

"Sir, don't have an agreement with me. He hopes to let rumors fly for a while and cause problems within each team."

“He promised to sign with us.”

"No, sir, I don't know where others are now."

"Sir, listen to my explanation, sir..."

Davidson didn't talk nonsense with Dumas at all. In the last game, "I don't care where he is. Even if he flew out of the Milky Way, you have to go to Houston to take an aviation probe to outer space to find him to sign a contract! I want to see the result! The result is black and white! do     you   understand?!!” (The same sentence, it's more funny in English)

Before Dumas could answer, the boss hung up the phone.

Dumas looked at the phone and thought, I was going to leave the comfortable office and travel to Australia? I put down a lot of work on my hands, right?

But think about it, what are these things compared to renewing the contract with Mo Mengchen?

The boss’s concerns are not unreasonable. NBA is a business alliance, and the most unsolid agreement is an oral agreement.

Mo Mengchen didn't even give him an unmistakable oral agreement, but just expressed with certainty that he would not leave.

You should know that Barkley promised Philadelphia that he would become their guardian angel, and then went to Phoenix for roast goose within a few years; the Chosen Son once promised Ke Village that he would leave his talent there forever, and you saw it too.

Oral agreements are not firm at all.

Dumas had to ask his assistant to book a flight to Duamelize.

The answer I got was that Duamelize is a region in Melbourne, and there was no airport. He could only go to Melbourne first and then call a taxi to Duamelize.

Dumas was not afraid of trouble, so he greeted Mo Mengchen in advance.

Mo Mengchen told him the address and asked him to go directly to the Duamellez branch, the only steak chain store in Australia, to find him.

"Humans are really strange creatures," Dumas said. "There are media analysis that as long as Mo wants, he can make a lot of money every second, but he insists on wasting golden time to hide and train, and still cook with golden time. Does this person know that wasting time is equivalent to murder?"

He complained all the way, and then took a plane to Melbourne.

When he walked out of the airport, no one recognized him as Pistons legendary star Joe Dumas.

On the way, extreme white people kept throwing strange looks at him with discrimination in skin color.

Dumas and his assistant came outside the airport and called the taxi to go to Duamelize.

The taxi said: "Are you sure you want to go to the countryside?"

Taxis have good eyesight. People like Dumas have first-class auras and are either rich or noble. How can they go to Melbourne and go to places like Duamalez?

"That's right, it's Duamelze." Dumas nodded affirmatively.

The driver looked at him in confusion and said nothing more. No matter where he was going, the driver could deliver the person to his place.

Duameles

When Dumas got off the car and saw this, he only thought of one word: miracle.

"Can such a place give birth to such a guy?" Dumas saw the sign of the steak god at a glance. In such a countryside, there is only one such high-end restaurant.

"There were no other customers." Dumas unexpectedly walked into the restaurant.

Mo Mengchen said lightly: "I don't want you to stop and sign someone else after half of your meal."

Dumas smiled awkwardly.

Didn’t Mo Mengchen know that the only Australian who looked down on him since he got off the plane was a knowledgeable driver?

"I'm a little hungry." Dumas slapped the table, "Luo Jia brought the menu up."

Unfortunately, the menus here are all abbreviations, and only locals in Duamelèse can understand them.

Dumas knew that it was Mo Mengchen who cooked himself, and he didn't care about it. He chose a few randomly, and one of them was Chinese cuisine - fried pork liver with leeks, which is the favorite of people with empty stomachs.

Mo Mengchen turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Dumas asked his assistant to take out all the contracts, and when he finished eating, he forced Mo Mengchen to sign the contract with lightning speed, so he could finish his work.

Twenty minutes later, what Dumas wanted was out of the pot.

His eyes were suddenly attracted by the fried pork liver of leeks, "What a big piece of meat...this color..."

Dumas picked up the knife and fork and inserted a large piece of pork liver. The bright red color was like a turkey that had just been out of the pot. I don’t know what sauce it was, and the violent fragrance aroused Dumas’ appetite.

He swallowed and put the pork liver into his mouth.

"Wow..." Dumas' eyes glowed, "How could it be so delicious?!"

"Awesome! What animal's liver is this?"

"What do you think of an animal that looks like you?"

"I like pork!" Dumas shouted excitedly, "Awesome! So awesome! Don't fucking play ball, come to the general manager's office to be a chef!"

Mo Mengchente wanted to record the recording and then handed the recording to the boss.

He believed that Dumas would be unemployed.

"I've eaten something similar in Chinese restaurants before, but compared to yours..." Dumas ate it with leeks and pork liver this time, and chewed it and said a vulgar word, "It's simply shit!"

Mo Mengchen personally served him a bowl of rice, "It is not perfect to eat it without mixing white rice."

Dumas' eyes shined: "Can you still mix it together?"

"That's natural, this is the essence of this dish."

Dumas quickly poured the sauce of leeks and pork liver into the rice. The white rice immediately showed a delicious color. He took a knife and fork and swallowed it in big mouth.

"Um!!!#!￥hh..."

Mo Mengchen no longer knew what he was talking about.

“100% customer satisfaction—success.”

"75% fullness - success."

“Checkout – Not yet completed.”

“Estimated return: 1300.”

When Mo Mengchen became a chef, he suddenly realized that playing games and surgery was a waste of time. The attribute division of chefs came too quickly.

He can finish a table of simple home-cooked dishes in twenty minutes, and ordinary guests can basically bring thousands of attribute points.

You should know that a maximum of 800 attribute points will be scored in a game unless it doubles in the playoffs.

A normal operation can only be divided into 6-700 attributes, and a surgery takes at least two hours.

It only takes twenty minutes to satisfy a guest like Dumas, and the reward is more exciting than thinking about it.

Dumas has been immersed in the impact of sauce, leeks, rice and pork liver.

"Please have another bowl!"

Mo Mengchen first helped him serve the rice, then saw the contract draft next to him, and took it to see that the annual salary plus the endorsement and advertising fee were almost 40 million.

Although it is not as proud as the Knicks’ so-called “50 million will be won in a year”, it is already the limit for a team like the Pistons.

Dumas was full and drunk, and lay on the table like a dead fish: "I don't want to leave anymore, I'll live here, damn!"

"You are the general manager."

"Why do you think I left my business here?"

"Isn't it just to get me to sign the contract?" Mo Mengchen said, "I agree. Send the official documents here and you can go back."
To be continued...