Chapter 812: This Dor.Mo is **** fake!

　　This Dor.Mo is fake!
　　 Joe Dumas originally wanted to wait until Mo Mengchen came back from Du Amelez to talk about renewal, but the fans couldn't wait.
　　 "Do not renew the contract now, do you have to wait until Dor.Mo is abducted by other teams before renewing the contract?"
　　 "Is there no reason to find someone?"
　　 "Let go of Big Ben, let go of Alain, made two stinky deals, and now I can't do it with Dor.Mo?"
　　Cranky fans almost want Dumas.
　　 For this reason, Dumas also evaporated in the eyes of the public.
　　Since the words of the fans don't work, it can only be the media. Some media that are talking for the Pistons on weekdays have begun to point the muzzle at Dumas.
　　 "Three big questions: Why did Joe Dumas do the deal? Why didn't he renew Dor.Mo? Will the Pistons still aim for the championship next season?"
　　 This dazzling article comes from the Pistons' loyal loyalty-"Detroit Workers' Newspaper".
　　 "Dor.Mo, Dor.Mo, what should we do without you?" The Detroit Good Night News is no longer in sight.
　　So, even the "Detroit Blue Flag", which has always been sneer at the Pistons, looked like a pity, and even published an article called "Remembering the Six Years of Dor.Mo in Detroit, Tribute to Greatness."
　　In the article, the Blue Flag reported regret for the Pistons' failure to renew Mo Mengchen's contract, as if everything had been concluded.
　　 Pressed by the media, outside quotes are more scary than one.
　　The Knicks even shouted the slogan "Even if 50 million people a year need to grab people".
　　 Dumas thought that Mo Mengchen would not betray their agreement, so he sat in the general manager's office calmly, he was stable, others were unstable, especially the boss.
　　Bill Davidson personally called and "dearly greeted" Dumas.
　　 "Mr. Mo and I have an agreement, he hopes to let gossip fly for a while, and cause problems within the teams."
　　 "He promises to sign a contract with us."
　　 "No, sir, I don't even know where others are now."
　　 "Sir, listen to me explain, sir..."
Davidson doesn't talk nonsense with Dumas at all. In the final game, "I don't care where he is. Even if he flew out of the galaxy, you have to go to Houston to take an aviation probe to outer space to find him to sign! I want to see the result! The result in black and white! Doyouuand?!!!" (still the sentence, which is more funny in English)
　　Don't wait for Dumas to answer, the boss hung up the phone.
　　 Dumas looked at the phone and thought, this is what I mean to leave the comfortable office and travel to Australia? Did you put down a bunch of work on hand?
　　 But think about what these things are worth compared to the contract renewal with Mo Mengchen?
　　 The boss’s worries are not unreasonable. The NBA is a business league, and the most weak agreement is the verbal agreement.
　　Mo Mengchen didn't even give him an unmistakable verbal agreement, but just expressed affirmatively that he would not leave.
You know, Barkley had promised Philadelphia to be their guardian angel, and then went to Phoenix to eat roast goose within a few years; the son of the heaven had promised Kecun that he would keep the talent there forever, and you Saw it too.
　　Verbal agreement is not firm, at all.
　　 Dumas had to ask the assistant to book a ticket to Duamelez.
　　 got the answer that Duamelez is an area in Melbourne, there is no airport, he can only go to Melbourne, and then call a taxi to Duamelez.
　　 Dumas is not afraid of trouble, he greets Mo Mengchen in advance.
　　Mo Mengchen told him his address and asked him to go directly to the Duammelez branch, the only steak chain restaurant in Australia.
"Humans are really strange creatures." Dumas said, "With media analysis, as long as Mo is willing, he can make a lot of money every second, but he has to waste gold-like time to hide for training and still hold gold In the average time to cook, does this person know that wasting time is equivalent to murder?"
　　 He complained all the way, and then flew to Melbourne.
　　When he walked out of the airport, no one recognized him as the legendary Pistons star Joe Dumas.
　　 On the way, the white people who are constantly on the road cast strange eyes with color discrimination.
　　 Dumas and his assistant came outside the airport and asked the taxi to go to Duamelez.
　　 Taxi said: "Are you sure you want to go to the country?"
　　 taxis have good eyesight. People like Dumas have first-class auras and are rich or expensive. How can Melbourne go to a place like Duamelez in a trip to Melbourne?
　　 "Yes, it is Du Amelez." Dumas nodded affirmatively.
　　 The driver looked at him puzzlingly, without saying much, no matter where he was going, the driver could get people to his place.
　　 Du Amelez
　　 Dumas got off and saw the first sight here, thinking of only one word: miracle.
　　 "Such a place can produce such a guy?" Dumas saw the signature steak steak at a glance. There is only one such high-end restaurant in such a country.
　　 "There are no other guests." Dumas unexpectedly walked into the restaurant.
　　Mo Mengchen said lightly: "I don't want you to stop and sign someone else after half the meal."
　　 Dumas smiled awkwardly.
　　Don’t Mo Mengchen know that the only Australian who can afford to see him is the knowledgeable driver after he got off the plane?
　　 "I'm a little hungry." Dumas patted the table. "Excuse me, take the menu."
　　 Unfortunately, the menus here are abbreviated, and only locals in Duamelez can understand them.
　　 Dumas knew that Mo Mengchen was the cook himself, and he didn't care about it. He chose a few of them, and one of them was a Chinese dish-fried pork liver with leek, a favorite of empty people.
　　Mo Mengchen turned to the kitchen.
　　 Dumas asked the assistant to take out all the contracts. After he finished eating, he forced Mo Mengchen to sign the contract with a thunderbolt, and he was ready to work.
　　Twenty minutes later, Dumas asked for something.
　　His eyes were immediately attracted by the fried pork liver with leek, "A big piece of meat...this color..."
Dumas picked up a knife and fork, inserted a large piece of pig liver, and the bright red color was like a turkey just out of the pan. I don't know what sauce was dipped. The violent aroma evoked Dumas' appetite. .
　　 He swallowed saliva and put the liver into the liver.
　　 "Wow..." Dumas's eyes glowed, "Why is it so delicious?!"
　　 "Great! What animal liver is this?"
　　 "An animal that looks like you, guess what?"
　　 "I like pork!" Dumas exclaimed excitedly, "Great! It's too great! You stop playing, come to the general manager's office as a chef!"
　　Mo Mengchen wanted to record, and then passed the recording to the boss.
　　He believes that Dumas will lose his job.
　　 "I've eaten something similar in a Chinese restaurant before, but it's better than you..." Dumas ate this with chives and pork liver, chewing and saying a crude word, "It's just shit!"
　　Mo Mengchen personally helped him to hold a bowl of rice, "It is not perfect to eat with white rice."
　　 Dumas shines in both eyes: "Can you still mix and eat?"
　　 "That is nature, this is the essence of this dish."
　　 Dumas quickly poured the sauce of leek and pig liver into the rice. The white rice immediately showed a delicious color. He took a knife and fork and swallowed it.
　　 "Hmm!! #!￥ Hmm..."
　　Mo Mengchen no longer knew what he was talking about.
　　 "Guest satisfaction 100%-success."
　　 "75% fullness-success."
　　 "Checkout-not completed yet."
　　 "Expected return: 1300."
　　When Mo Mengchen started the cook, he suddenly found that playing games and performing surgery was a waste of time. The attributes of being a cook came too quickly.
　　He can finish a simple home-cooked meal in 20 minutes, and the average guest can bring thousands of attributes.
　　Know that a game can finish up to 800 attribute points unless it doubles in the playoffs.
　　Normal surgery comes down, which is 6-700 points, and a surgery requires at least two hours.
　　It only takes twenty minutes to satisfy guests like Dumas, which is more exciting than thinking about it.
　　 Dumas has been immersed in the four-in-one impact of sauce, leek, rice and pork liver.
　　 "Take another bowl of trouble!"
　　Mo Mengchen first helped him to feast, and then saw the draft contract next to him, and took a look. The annual salary plus endorsement and advertising costs were almost 40 million.
　　Although it is not as bold as the Knicks' so-called "50 million to be won in a year", it is already the limit for a team like the Pistons.
　　 Dumas was full and drunk, lying on the table like a dead fish: "I don't want to go, I'll live with you, shit!"
　　 "You are the general manager."
　　 "Why do you think I left the business and came here?"
　　 "Isn't it just for me to sign the contract?" Mo Mengchen said~EbookFREE.me~ I agreed, I sent the official document and you can go back. "
　　 "No, I won't go!" Dumas said angrily, "I'm here, why should I go?"
　　 This man is still a rogue?
　　 Modest gentleman? Elegant and easy going? The only good guy in the Bad Boys Corps? The facade of the piston?
　　 Yuck Yuck Yuck!
　　 "You want to leave me alone, but please settle the bill first."
"Checkout?!!!" Dumas couldn't believe what he heard. "I came to see you far away..." Yu Guang glanced at the clean meals, "help You check the quality of the meal—"Hiccups," "Are you asking me for money now?"
　　Mo Mengchen held out his hand in a decisive manner: "I can't complete the task without giving you money."
　　 "What task?"
　　 "Don't worry about this." Mo Mengchen hooked his fingers forcefully. "Hurry, do you still want to eat a king's meal?"
　　The gentleman Qian Qian took out his wallet and exploded, and then settled the bill.
　　Mo Mengchen completed the task, from Dumas ordering to eating, almost half an hour, the attribute score was 1300,
　　 "Even if you charge me money, why do you still look satisfied?"
　　 "What the are you doing?"
"Say it!"
　　Mo Mengchen didn't care about the violent Dumas, just smirked at the money in his hand.
　　 Dumas could see scalp tingling.
　　This Dor.Mo is fake!