The Rest, Only Noise

Bird told Louie to "put his farts", the problem is that Louie doesn't like to fart in public, he likes to go to restaurants to "play".

So, after making sure Louie was going to treat him, Byrd agreed to go to the restaurant.

"A dozen Heineken beers."

At the restaurant, Bird asked for beer first, no matter what Louie ordered.

"A dozen? Even if you don't want to go back, I still want to go back!" Louis never drives under the influence of alcohol.

"You misunderstood me..." Louis was horrified to discover that Bird's shame was still alive?

Then he heard something even more terrifying.

Bird ordered a dozen beers not to drink, but to take away.

Louie gritted his teeth angrily, "If you **** drink up here, pack it? You bought a box of things you didn't finish in the restaurant, and use my money to pack it for you?"

Louie is sure that no one he's ever met is more calculating, saving money, and taking advantage of the **** **** than this **** Bird.

Seeing Louis' gloomy face, he said shamelessly, "If you don't know our people in French Ridge, you can get to know us now."

"You mean there's a whole town of **** besides you?" Louie asked.

"That's right!" Bird's face showed the emotion that he should not have, pride. "Everyone in French Ridge is as thrifty as I am."

"Brother, do you want me to remind you that your salary is $600,000 a year, and you have been receiving it for 4 years?"

"650,000 to be exact." Bird asked incomprehensibly. "Also, if you have money, you have to spend it lavishly? Is it wrong for me to save some money?"

"You're saving your money carefully and then spending my money sparingly?" Louie asked. "So, do you want to see me go bankrupt?"

Bird replied with a look of course: "You want to treat guests. Do you have to limit the number of guests every time you treat?"

If it was Bird's treat, Louie had no doubt that he would limit the number of treats to a number that he could accept and that would be difficult for the person being invited to accept.

In the end, he decided not to care too much about it.

Any more money, a few hundred dollars more, was nothing compared to what he was going to talk about next.

Just as Louis was about to get down to business, the waiter brought a dozen Heinekens from Bird and two bottles of Coke from Louis.

"How much can you run my errands for?" Bird asked.

The waiter said, "For a $10 tip, I can do everything for you."

Bird pushed a dozen 7-Up beers in front of the waiter, "Put the bill on this gentleman's account."

"tmd $10 you also..."

Bird said of course: "If you want to treat guests, please go to the end."

Suddenly, the waiter whose brain had been short-circuited for a while felt Bird familiar.

He took a serious look and asked, "Are you Larry Bird?"

"Waiter, such a stingy bastard, big white man, how many are there in Boston?"

"Are you Coach Lu?"

Bird said with a smile: "How many Chinese people with such low quality and generous shots are there in Boston?"

The waiter yelled, asked for an autograph, and waived Bird's tip.

He gave Louis a smug look when he heard that his name had saved Louis $10.

That look seemed to have done a great job.

Thank me, I saved you $10 alive!

The waiter said to Bird before he left: "Those who compare Erwin Johnson to you are stupid. You are so much better than that guy, maybe ten times more!"

"He wouldn't even call that man a magician." Louis laughed funny.

Bird shook his head and smiled bitterly. Judging from his reaction, there are not a few people who have said similar words to him.

Before the meal came, Bird reached for the two bottles of Coke in front of Louie.

"What are you doing?!"

Louis put away two bottles of Coke at the speed of light.

"You won't be so stingy, will you?" Bird complained, "I have to drive and can't drink. You bought me a dozen beers. How about buying me a bottle of spermicide?"

At this time, Louis, with his hatred of Bird's various exploitative behaviors, and the arrogance brought about by his instinct to protect food, almost swallowed Bird alive: "How dare you touch me with your hand full of bird feathers. Coke and I'll chop it off!"

With the cutlery in place, Bird decided not to take the chance.

He asked the waiter to order a drink ten times as expensive as a cola.

"You bastard, I really want to kill you!" Louis was sharpening his plate with a knife and fork.

Bird said lightly: "Congratulations, you finally feel how I feel about you on weekdays, I have enough motivation and anger like you, but unfortunately, you and I don't have the courage to act. "

"Damn, you're right!" Louie's career has just started. Although Bird is done here, he can be buried with the future of the Celtics, but he has to go in it himself, um, forget it, spare Bird's life .

Look, he's already begging me for mercy with his eyes.

The dishes are here.

This time it was another waiter.

He recognized Bird at a glance: "Larry, I don't like to hear people compare you to a magician. That kid is a flashy bastard. He has Kareem by his side. Who is by your side?"

Bird did not respond to that fan.

That person accidentally said what Louis wanted to say in a special way.

"Wow, it sounds like you're the best player in history." Louie smiled sarcastically. "I'm sure no player other than you can go 35-4 with a group of 'mediocre teammates'."

"Don't talk about it." Bird said unhappily.

"Larry, do you dare to promise when I call you the best in history?"

"Stop taking this kind of thing and disgusting me!"

Louis smiled and asked: "Since you think this is disgusting, why don't you refute when others say that?"

"Why should I object?"

"Because you feel sick."

"Correction, I only felt sick after you suddenly became like a leper and didn't speak well."

"If I'm wrong, why do you feel disgusted?" Louie demanded. "Try against me?"

When the food came, it was a different waiter.

Just as he was about to kneel and lick Bird, he let Louis blow him away.

"If you still want to smear the magician and tout my dear friend by the way, then you'd better disappear now." Louis said badly.

The waiter timidly slipped away.

Bird asked back, "You think he's wrong?"

"You mean, demeaning the magician to elevate you?"

"if not?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you, in my heart, you're not a player at Magic's level."

Hearing this, anger appeared in Bird's eyes.

That's when Louie blatantly calls him a hillbilly during the season, and his rage comes out of shame.

The anger this time is different from the humiliation after being called by an insulting title. It is the anger of unwillingness and dissatisfaction caused by hearing someone say that the strength of the competitor he values ​​most is higher than himself. . .

"There is nothing you can do if you are not convinced. He beat you once in college, and after entering the NBA, he won two championships." Louis said impeccably, "He defeated you in college, and the NBA championship is better than you. If you have one more, he is better than you, and you have nothing to disagree with. Of course, if you think he has Kareem by his side, and you have 'only' Isiah, Ralph, Bill, John, Cedric...if this **** isn't enough to help you, then I'm more than willing to change my opinion."

Bird immediately replied: "I never thought so."

Louis saw Bird's eyes drooping, as if he was seriously tasting the food.

"So, the next time someone says that Magic's teammates are better than you, so they can be more successful than you, do you know what to say?" Louis asked.

Afterwards, they finished their dinner in eerie silence.

At checkout, the cashier encouraged Bird: "Larry, even if the magician has that old guy Kareem, we believe you can beat them!"

Under the influence of public opinion, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Bird and the magician's duel 2.0 seems to have become an urgent matter.

The media continued to publicize the grievances of the black and white duo, the history of the Lakers and the Celtics, and fans soon became involved.

Louie met four fans with a strong sense of substitution only occasionally when he and Bird went out to dinner.

How many Birds have you met on weekdays?

At this time, when he heard someone say Magician and Kareem again, he raised his eyes and said angrily: "Fuck Kareem, what if he has Kareem? I also have Isiah and Ralph! They are better than Kareem. Rim is much stronger, you better remember that!"

Bird left angrily.

The cashier billed Louis in confusion and asked, "Who is Isiah?"

Oh my God...

Louie suddenly understood Thomas.

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