Chapter 96: Small and big cities

　　 "Attention, San Antonio International Airport ahead."
　　 "Attention, ahead of San Antonio International Airport."
　　 "His mother, can you get a good night's sleep!" Houston complained nonstop.
　　Mo Mengchen looked back at him and said, "I can't figure out why you should follow."
　　 These words made Houston unbearable. What made him want to follow him? He's the team's No. 2 character, although...Although he lost to Jordan, Miller and Glen Rice in a huge gap in the All-Star vote, how about that? Sooner or later, he is going to be an All-Star, let's feel the atmosphere first.
　　 "I just want to come, do you have an opinion?" Houston was angry.
　　Mo Mengchen said: "Since you are coming, then don't complain, because this is what you asked for, just like some idiots who caused the death of their families because of drug use/drugs, they all asked for it."
　　 "Are you comparing me to those people?" Houston looked shocked.
　　 There are many media at the airport. Houston waved to them, but the media surrounded him.
　　 "Can't they see me?" Houston asked.
　　 "How about seeing you?" Mo Mengchen said, "Are you an All-Star?"
　　 Hearted.
　　Houston said angrily: "If you are not an All-Star, nobody will interview? This snobbish eye, I will one day become an All-Star!"
　　 "Then wait for you to become an All-Star." Mo Mengchen said.
　　Houston keeps up with Mo Mengchen's pace, is not right, this rookie is also left out, he is not angry at all? Why is he so narcissistic that he is not angry?
　　 "You are also angry, right?" Houston asked.
　　Mo Mengchen didn't understand why he said this: "Why should I be angry?"
　　 "They all ignored you, aren't you angry?"
　　 "What do you think they are?"
　　 "Reporter?"
"honestly."
　　 "Snobbish pig?"
"anything else?"
"moron!"
　　 "Yes," Mo Mengchen said. "Only idiots will care if there are more idiots who pay attention to themselves. I don't care about this group of idiots."
　　 This sounds reasonable.
　　 Houston's eyes rolled back: "No! Are you calling me an idiot?"
　　Mo Mengchen said in surprise: "Rare, you actually heard it."
　　 Houston's forehead had blue muscles, shouting: "You bastard!"
　　 "What's the noise? Are you sure you don't want to wait for Grant?" Dumas, a veteran star, has always had a good media connection. As soon as he left the airport, he was interviewed by reporters. Although there weren't many, he could deal with it in a few words.
　　Houston said: "Do you really think that guy needs us to wait for him?"
　　 "Yeah, maybe the media will open him a presidential private room for an entire day." Dumas said, "This guy can't hold himself when he sees the microphone."
　　Although Mo Mengchen didn't care if the reporter wanted to interview him, but seeing Hill smiled at the situation, it seemed that everything was in his hands, calm and calm, and it was ridiculous.
　　 Dumas said that he was right when he saw the microphone and could not control himself.
　　 Hill is a natural media darling. Since high school, he has no lack of outside attention.
　　From small to large, he won countless championships, praise and flowers are countless, for reporters, for interviews, he can be said to be an expert.
　　 In front of the microphone, his confidence can overflow from almost any part of his body, he is a natural lens star.
Since he was a child, he respected himself and learned piano, appreciating famous masters' paintings, never filthy mouths, nor embarrassed anyone on the court. His aristocratic atmosphere was incompatible with Detroit. He was more suitable for the Lakers, Celtics or Knicks. Metropolis.
　　 In that kind of place, his commercial value will multiply.
It is a pity that he was destined to return to Motor City. In order to get rid of the name of the bad boy army, plus his own strength, the Pistons chose him without hesitation.
　　 "In front of the media, he is a jewel." Dumas smiled.
　　 Pearl?
The word 　　 was spoken from Dumars's mouth, but a face appeared in Mo Mengchen's mind.
It was an old man with a cold-browed eye and a sorrowful frost. When he was young, he was a doctor at the top of the pyramid. There are countless big men who have surgery under his hands. After retirement, he dances with flowers, grass, pastures, cats and dogs all day long. Sometimes, he will go fishing. .
　　 That's a name hidden deep inside.
　　 In this life, Mo Mengchen still has relatives alive.
　　 His grandfather is still alive, and now lives in the countryside outside the city center of Melbourne, the two do not communicate much.
　　 After Mo Mengchen passed through, he never called the grandfather through a phone call.
　　Pearl, this is the old man's word to describe Mo Mengchen.
　　Somehow, suddenly, the memory of getting along with the old man swam across my mind.
　　 "Mo, what's wrong with you?" Dumas asked.
　　Mo Mengchen was startled, "Nothing."
　　 "Are you dazed?"
　　Houston discovered a remarkable thing, he thought that the stupid thinking of daze only by ordinary people like him.
　　 "I remembered some things." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 Hill is still interviewing, and this interview will not be better for a while.
　　 There are too many reporters and too many questions.
　　 "Well, you go to find a hotel, I'm waiting for him here." Dumas said.
　　 "Yes." Mo Mengchen didn't want to wait here.
This is also exactly what Houston wants. The existence of those reporters is spicy in his eyes, damn, anyway, he is also the best shooter in the world (self-proclaimed). Even if he is not an All-Star now, he will be an All-Star sooner or later. The group of dogs who looked at people with low eyes actually ignored him!
　　Can this be tolerated? Lost temper also gives out temper.
　　 "Damn, if I were in the Knicks, this group of reporters would definitely chase my and run everywhere!"
　　 To put it bluntly, the Pistons still have a small hand.
　　Houston's remarks made sense, which also reminded Mo Mengchen that he knew what would happen later.
　　 This year is Houston's contract year, he played an extremely good performance, such performance naturally attracted the attention of other teams.
　　 At this time, the rules are not perfect.
　　 At the end of the contract, the current rookie cannot become a restricted player as in the future. If there are other teams smashing a big contract, the home team cannot match. When the summer is over, he is completely free.
　　 Most rookies will choose to renew their contract with the home team, and some will choose big cities for a larger market and popularity.
　　Mo Mengchen's previous life, Houston chose to betray.
　　 He became famous in the Knicks, and finally signed a huge contract of 6 years and 1 memory, both fame and fortune.
　　 "Do you want them to be your followers because you are Alan Houston of the Knicks, or do you want to be just because you are Alan Houston, not Alan Houston from a certain team?"
　　Mo Mengchen asked coldly.
　　 "Are you talking about tongue twisters?" With Houston's IQ, he really had a hard time understanding this sentence.
　　Did he major in veterinary language for four years? Otherwise, how can you not understand people?
　　 "Do you want to win attention with your strength, or hope to win attention with the reputation of the team?" Mo Mengchen said, "If it is the former, you still need to work hard; if it is the latter, when I didn't say."
　　Houston asked: "Can't they be together? I can have the strength, and I can double my value with the help of the team's reputation."
　　 "Then you are still the Alan Houston of the Knicks, not the unique Alan Houston."
　　 Houston faintly felt that Mo Mengchen wanted to tell him something, but he said it too obscurely, and he didn't think so much now.
　　 This rookie is always like this, stinky, narcissistic, like to say some unpredictable words.
　　 Sometimes, Houston will question Mo Mengchen's decision on the field, but the results often prove that he is correct.
　　 "That's it, I like this hotel."
　　 "Emmanuel Royal Hotel? Are you crazy?"
　　Houston shouted: "I can't afford it!"
　　 "I know it's expensive here, but we don't have to spend money."
　　Being a doctor in a private hospital has many advantages. As a doctor with privileges in a private hospital, he can always perform operations for noble patients.
　　In order to thank him, these patients will give him some direct help in addition to paying for the surgery.
For example, last month, Mo Mengchen performed an operation on the brother of Emmanuel Group’s president. The operation was very successful, and he also received the noble gold card personally given by the president~EbookFREE.me~ Zhang card, he can stay for free in Emmanuel hotels around the world.
"what?!"
　　Houston was originally careless, when he followed Mo Mengchen on the floor that may have an extraordinary touch of brick, he was like a countryman who entered the city for the first time.
　　 saw their dress, the waiter was contemptuous.
　　 "Please here." He took Mo Mengchen and others to the front desk.
"What do you need?"
　　 "Four first-class rooms." Mo Mengchen said.
　　 "Four rooms?" The waiter at the front desk thought they had heard it wrong, "Have you made an appointment?"
"No."
　　 "Sorry, one person can only book one room, and we need to make an appointment here." The waiter almost wrote the disgust on his face, "And, the first-class room is expensive, I don't know if you..."
　　Mo Mengchen had no patience to watch her continue to despise herself.
　　 He took out the gold card from his body and said, "Is there any problem?"
　　The waiter looked at it for a long time, and after confirming that it was a gold card, cold sweat came out of her body. It was still spring and the climate was cold. She was shocked by the hot sweat.
　　 "Sorry, we don’t know if you are..."
　　 "Don't talk nonsense, I have no time to listen to your apology."
　　How much they just abandoned Momengchen, Momengchen now thinks of them.
　　 His expression was full of disgust and disgust, as if he saw the most disgusting picture in The Sewer Mermaid happening in front of him.
　　He filled the register with the names of the four of them.
　　 Then pushed the register back.
　　 "Please follow me." The waiter brought Mo Mengchen and Houston into his face with a look of embarrassment.