The Rest, Only Noise

"I'm not sure if there's any heartless guy on our team that's jealous of Larry."

As soon as Louie's words came out, Russell smiled.

Isiah Thomas sat quietly, as if what Louie said had nothing to do with him.

"It seems that you are in trouble." Russell said arrogantly, "Unfortunately, I have never had such trouble. The team has a consensus on my strength. I don't need the approval of others, I only need their approval. And they recognize me, which for me is better than the world."

Louis was about to say a few more words when the cook brought the food himself.

The dish that Louie and Thomas ordered together was called "Niguli Pig".

Louie had never eaten this, and Russell said it was traditional black food, and in terms of appearance, it looked a bit like Chinese braised large intestines.

So with such a curious name, it is actually braised large intestine?

"What is this?" Louis wanted to ask clearly before he spoke.

"Just eat it with confidence." Russell's laughter was shocking again, "Hey, this is the crystallization of our blacks' wisdom for hundreds of years!"

Black people say in front of the Chinese that what they eat is the crystallization of wisdom? so funny.

Louis wanted to laugh but couldn't, he could only try a bite himself.

Something suspected of braised large intestine was sent into his mouth through a knife and fork, and Louis determined that it was a large intestine.

But the taste is completely different from the braised large intestine.

Chinese braised large intestines, with good technique, are always fresh and sweet in the mouth, crisp and tough, without losing the feeling of hypertrophy. When the teeth are bitten, it is like sinking into pig intestines, and a lot of marinade is squeezed out. Chewy and smooth, with good teeth, it can be chewed until it squeaks, and the more I eat it, the more I want to eat it.

And this stuff...

For a moment, Louis blushed.

The fiery taste buds reminded him that when he went to the toilet to drop bombs tomorrow, it must be chrysanthemum residues.

"How's it going?" Russell was still a good face.

Louis couldn't tell the truth, he could only eat a few mouthfuls and then perform live: "It's delicious!"

"Looks like you've got a black taste bud!" Russell said happily, "more bites!"

"No problem, I'm hungry!"

Louis inexplicably misses his mother at home, and misses authentic Chinese food, which he shouldn't have come.

"Where did we just talk about it?" Thomas didn't want to interrupt the serious topic for a bit of food.

"Speaking of the media's emphasis on white people's issues." Louie returned to the topic.

He had already eaten his tears. Although it was spring and the temperature was low, he was sweating a lot.

"The times are different. Players from decades ago were paid less than one-tenth of what they are today. Fans don't like the sport, there is no national broadcast, and the media won't pay as much attention to the stars of the sport."

"Now, million-dollar contracts, historical status, who is better and who is stronger, all kinds of issues and titles, all kinds of interest-related matters, the media presence is far greater than in the past, and they control the wind vane ."

"So, whoever they like, can become a superstar. On the contrary, those guys who are not liked by the media, even if he is as strong as Isaiah, many people think that he is not as good as Bernard King." Louis again sidelined.

Thomas glanced at Louis, and he knew that the other party had seen through his whole mind.

Russell is a master of psychology. He can hear the words in Louie's words, who they are referring to, and even more aware of what Thomas is making trouble.

"So, sometimes it's not about skin color, Bernard King is great, but not as great as the New York press is touting, you know? After they won those two championships in the '70s, they had hundreds of writers for them. Book, but how many people follow us?" Russell asked unevenly.

Louie smiled and said, "I remember the Knicks in those years were also dominated by black people, right?"

"Yes, Willis Reed, Kaz Russell, Walter Fraser and later Earl Monroe."

Russell was a little envious.

"As long as it's in the right place, skin tone doesn't matter at all."

"So," Thomas asked, "isn't Boston the right place?"

"Never."

Louie was numbly eating the black "gourmet" and he had to finish it.

This is not a request from Russell, but a basic etiquette. If someone invites you to dinner, you should force yourself to eat more even if it is not to your taste.

"If what I'm doing will never win me applause, why should I keep going?"

Like a showdown, Thomas no longer expressed it euphemistically, but directly used the first person.

"It depends, what you want."

Russell was a few more laughter that made people feel mentally and physically uncomfortable.

"Hey, just like Wilt and me, he wants data, countless women, and a comfortable life, and I just want fairness, honor, and smashing all opponents!"

Louis still sees it that way, times have changed.

It's hard for a strongman to get Thomas to fight for sheer honor like he did 20 years ago.

And that's Russell's values, he demands equality, respect, honor.

This is the foundation of his success.

Thomas never had his consciousness.

In terms of the future of the Celtics, if Thomas can't figure it out, or he just can't accept that he has done so much for the team, but only Bird is in the eyes of the media, then maybe it's better for him to change the environment?

Louie finds out that he doesn't know Thomas that well.

Because he wasn't sure which was more important to Thomas, honor or fairness.

Louie was confused by the spiciness, and he ended up eating the black food on his plate.

Russell enthusiastically asked if he wanted another.

Louis pursed his red lips and said, "I'm full."

"The appetite is too small, Coach Lu, I can eat three plates in a row." Russell said proudly.

Louie found that Thomas had only eaten a few bites, and apparently, even for a black man like him, the food in Russell's restaurant was not good.

Fortunately, eating is just a temporary task in this trip, which can be completed or not.

Louie is a quality guy, so he did it without compromise.

Thomas is here to wash his mind and learn about Russell's situation in Boston.

Will his view change when he discovers that even someone like Russell, who has allowed the Celtics to dominate an era, can't get the fairness he wants?

Before leaving, Russell mentioned something.

"Do you remember 1981?" Russell asked.

At the time, Thomas was still at Indiana, and Louie was just a teaching assistant, but he remembered that year.

"Certainly, the second-year Larry beat the Ph.D., won that year's MVP, and won the Finals MVP," Louie said.

This made Bird the only player to win a double MVP in his sophomore year after Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

Russell smiled bitterly: "Some people are really forgetful, just because Larry won that championship, they think Larry is the best player in the history of the Celtics. I Admit it, he's all-round, like the big O, but the best team in history? Not necessarily, he's not even better than Hong right now."

Although Louie doesn't think Havlicek has any season better than the current Bird, it's nonsense to say that the Bird's status is higher than the former at this stage.

The implication of Russell's remarks is that if Bird can't be better than Havlicek, how can he be better than him?

The Lord of the Rings keeps saying that he doesn't pay attention to the Celtics, but it can be seen from his words and deeds that he always cares about Boston's troubles.

He even remembered a word that the media bragged about Bird three years ago.

Before leaving Russell's store, Thomas said solemnly, "These words mean a lot to me tonight, Bill, thank you."

"By the way, do you have any suggestions for improvement regarding Nicole Pigtin?" Russell finally asked.

Louie was full of praise: "It's perfect, I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time, I'll definitely come back when I have time~www.novelmt.com~ It seems that I have to send you a VIP card." Russell smiled road.

Then, Louie and Thomas left together.

As he walked to the side of the road and waited for a taxi, Thomas asked, "Do you really think Bill's Nicoli piggy is delicious?"

"No, it's not delicious at all. I feel like throwing up when I think of that smell."

Thomas was accustomed to Louie's duplicity of virtue.

"Why did you ask me to see Bill?" he asked.

"Why, you know in your heart, if you still can't see it, then I can't do anything about it. I hope your inner demon will not become an obstacle to our playoffs." The diced niguli in the restaurant was too spicy.

After eating that thing, his fighting spirit was gone.

"Devil? I don't have that stuff."

"Hmph, better not!"