The convoy quickly drove back to the farm, still a familiar stone pillar made of giant stones, and the roaring copper tiger head on the gate was still so bright and mighty.

When he saw his grandmother, he naturally kissed his face and pinched his cheeks again. Andy was not embarrassed because of his subordinates. Perhaps because of material satisfaction, he valued family affection more.

Due to various pressures of life in my previous life, I was busy working hard for three meals a day and standing in a cone. I never saw my parents a few times a year. Instead, I ignored the family affection that was within my fingertips. Westerners can only use Haha to replace family affection.

The lunch was very rich, and Tory Black and two other assistants also had lunch together. Many people joked about the fact that the Chinese people were noisy when they were having dinner. In fact, the Americans also liked to chat when they were having dinner, while the British laughed at the Americans for speaking too loudly when they were having dinner. In fact, this kind of regional blackness is a common phenomenon in the world.

When I saw foreign media or foreigners criticizing and mocking the Rabbit people in my previous life, I was very angry, but in fact, the foreigners laughed at each other and mocked each other even more. The reason why he was too slim at that time was mainly because he felt that his country was strong and his suppressed national self-esteem had exploded. He just wanted to see foreigners kneeling, and once he was attacked, he would instantly ignite and be angry.

Actually, it’s really funny to think about it now. Just like the rogue country of Bangzi, a scoundrel country, a tiny country looks down on the Celestial Empire. He often reveals ridiculous tests such as Confucius and Qu Yuan is from Bangzi country. He is very angry. Later, he learned that there is a reason why these kids get these test results, so he no longer cares about a group of idiots and illiterate.

The reason is that this group of illiterate characters were basically used in ancient times, but they had Chinese characters. Just like the country of foot basin, whether it was documents, history, inscriptions, etc., were recorded by Chinese characters. But later their idiot rulers decided to abolish Chinese characters. Well, after several generations, they successfully invented a ghost painting talisman in pinyin. The result was that they could not understand their own historical records, and they could only understand them. They could study them as if they were right. They were confused by historical documents and other things. They found some content that could be understood from them and regarded them as official history. They could only say that they were ridiculous and pitiful.

Ahem, it's a bit far.

There is still a last step to signing the contract, and tomorrow's press conference will be just a formality. After lunch, Andy chatted with her grandparents for a while, then took a break and started changing clothes.

A white shirt with high-end fabric that was missing a little crease, black gem cufflinks, and collar standing. The little assistant was standing in front of him and tied a red tie for him. On this afternoon's contract day, the red tie symbolized power, power and excitement.

The negotiations between Andy's negotiating team and Alexander's subordinates are coming to an end. Now, as long as the two big bosses nod their heads and sign, the matter will be basically completed.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, four black Ford SUVs drove out of the farm and quickly drove to Houston city.

In the Toyota Center Arena, in the Rockets' office, Alexander sat alone in the boss's chair with a little disappointed look. On the table was a Larry O'Brien championship trophy, holding one in his hand, gently stroked the golden trophy, and finally turned into a sigh.

He stood up and put the two trophys back into the display cabinet, picked up the suit on the back of the chair, slowly put it on with a melancholy expression, looked around the office, looking at everything familiar, hanging on the aisle were historical photos of the Rockets. One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one.

The family photos of the two championships are also hung on it. He has been in the Rockets since 1993. It has been more than ten years since he had no feelings for it. Now all this is not his after today, and he is inevitably a little sad.

But when I think that I can earn hundreds of millions of dollars immediately, I can escape from the financial quagmire. If I like it, I can hardly recover and just acquire a team. I feel sad now, and it seems that there is not much more.

When Andy's convoy came outside the Toyota Center Arena, a large group of reporters who were originally scattered at the entrance of the gate rushed up with their cameras in a flash, flashed the lights, shouted in various ways, and knocked on the windows, which made the convoy unable to move forward.

"Mr. Smith, you are about the future development of the Rockets..."

"Will more stars be introduced..."...

Andy ignored the noise outside the car. When he heard the sound of the car door, he saw the door beside him being opened. Outside the door was an open space isolated by bodyguards. He bent down with sunglasses and got out of the car, and there was even more noisy questioning in his ears.

But Andy's bodyguards would not give these noisy reporters the opportunity to get close to the big boss, and they made a tough way, and they all looked tall and strong at Tieta, and helped him debut with fierce aura.

Andy looked ahead with a cold face, not even turning his head, let alone answering any questions. After all, it was the first time that the reporter in Houston had dealt with Andy, a rich star. Although he had heard of his bastard level, when he was valuable, he would cooperate with the media very well. When he had no value, he was too lazy to move his eyelids to look at them. Damn, today he finally saw it!

Walking into the gate of the stadium, the security guards quickly closed the gate and blocked the reporters outside the gate. Another group of elites in suits and ties walked up to him when they saw Andy appear.

"boss."

Looking at the group of members of the negotiation team led by Granada in front of me, many of them would become the management of the New Rockets, and said with a smile on their faces: "Thank you all, I will hold a celebration dinner for you at the JW Marriott Hotel tonight. Don't be absent at that time."

"Thank you, boss." Granada thanked the team members behind him with a smile on his face. As a newly established sports investment company, this group of people has heard from many people that although his big boss has high requirements for his subordinates' abilities and work, he is a very generous boss.

After nearly ten months of hard work, the rookies at the Free City Investment Company were driven into luxury cars and supercars under the clouds of the subprime mortgage crisis, and they even received a bonus of more than 100,000 US dollars several times. They were simply envious of other people who were worried about unemployment. They didn’t want it.

Seeing the tall and burly Bob Miles behind Granada, Andy smiled and said to him: "Bob, I didn't expect that your eloquence is so powerful. Old Nelson was easily moved by you. It seems that it is a very wise choice for me to let you serve as the Rockets' Operations Director."

"Thank you, boss, I won't let you down." Bob Myers said with a confident and calm smile. He knew that the people in the team were very envious and jealous of him as a newcomer. After all, he jumped from a player agent to a senior executive in charge of operations of an NBA team. Not to mention the promotion of the Rockets, it was also an adventure for Andy, the big boss.

Many people can't understand this. After all, although Bob Myers has good connections in the NBA agent circle, he still lacks some relationships and backgrounds between various teams. Whether he can do this difficult task of cleaning up players and introducing needed players will still take time and transactions to verify.

"Haha, I believe you won't let me down! Let's go and meet with Alexander. Don't let him wait too long. I can't wait to own this team!" Andy took the lead and smiled forward. Everyone behind him followed. Some of the security guards and staff at the arena saw the group of high-spirited elites walking towards the conference room, and couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed, "The Rockets' new page has been opened."

In the conference room, Andy, who was holding a signing pen on the contract with a smile, was different. Alexander stretched out his finger and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. The signing pen in his hand was hanging in the contract signature area for a long time. He turned his head with a complicated expression and looked at the young and handsome face that had already signed the name and was closing the folder. He couldn't help but sigh again, his eyes narrowed, and he finished writing.

Swish

Bang.

Closed his eyes, Alexander closed the contract, just like taking all his strength. He leaned back on the seat. Andy was slightly stunned, but soon recovered his smile. In his opinion, perhaps Alexander solved the financial problem and finally could loosen the huge pressure. It was relaxation. As for whether this is true, Andy didn't care, but he thought so.

The former Rockets management standing opposite and the team general manager Daryl Morey, who had just been in office for half a year, both looked gloomy and nervous, looking at their new boss with complex eyes. This young handsome guy with a cruel and decisive age is waiting for the moment to declare their fate!
Chapter completed!