You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 345 Chief Prodigal Son

After returning from Seattle, Mo Mengchen caught a cold, and he spent too long in the closed hotel.

The cold made his physical functions degenerate, but fortunately these degradations are recoverable.

It was also because of a cold that Mo Mengchen missed the game against the Philadelphia 76ers.

This is a wonderful game, the most exciting place is the explosion of Iverson.

This elf-like guy galloped across the field, slashing the season's highest 45 points, leading the team to end the Pistons' winning streak, allowing the Pistons to swallow the sixth defeat of the season, but also left his statement in Auburn Hills.

"No matter how many times, I can get a high score here, their defense is bad."

At the press conference after the game, Iverson faced the Auto City media with no fear, and expressed his thoughts, which successfully angered the public.

Mo Mengchen also watched the game on the spot. The first game he missed made fans miss.

Fans are pulling banners at the scene, which are full of disgusting words. Any sports fan will spit out the dinner.

Even Mo Mengchen looked uncomfortable for a while.

But tonight's game, the Pistons lost suffocated, Iverson's outbreak is one of the reasons for the loss, the main reason is that everyone is not in a state.

If you don’t have a state, you won’t feel it. How can you win if you can’t score

Barkley suggested going to the nightclub to relax, and everyone agreed, including Hill, the younger brother who never went to such a dusty place.

"Daddy, are you going?" asked Jerome Williams.

Mo Mengchen never followed them to the overnight store. Today Hill took the wrong nerve and agreed, and he had to obey: "I just went to see."

"Just come, I want you to come once for the second time!" Buckley laughed.

That is impossible.

At midnight, Detroit is no longer safe. The guests of the three major casinos come and go. Some people get rich overnight, some go bankrupt overnight, and there are countless nightclubs.

It is no wonder that Dakko Milicic, a European country gangster, will linger and come back here, and become a VIP for all nightclubs within six months.

For safety reasons, Mo Mengchen does not like to come to this place, but the fact is that these places are very dangerous for the poor, and for NBA players, who can be regarded as a rich group, this is full of workers and machinery Is one of the few places of entertainment.

Barkley did not care whether Mo Mengchen and Hill were visiting this place for the first time. He picked a service nightclub.

From the outside, this nightclub is like an apartment, but when you open the iron door outside, you cross the hallway guarded by bodyguards, and enter the hall surrounded by darkness and colorful music and metal music. The scene here makes Hill change color on the spot.

At a glance, there are probably a dozen or so naked women on the stage, dancing striptease in the extremely warm room. They have no dignity and accept all services. As long as the money is in place, nothing can not be done. A room dedicated to the enjoyment of guests.

This is like a high-class brothel.

"Everyone, please welcome the hero of this city-the Detroit Pistons with the warmest cheers!"

The guests only booed because they lost the ball tonight, but this is a booing booing, with a little encouragement, if they win the game, they will get warm cheers.

Bobby Jackson was very depressed. He defended Iverson tonight, but was cut by the opponent to a new season high. It can be said that he has no face.

"Bobby, you should learn Dor.Mo. If you can't prevent it, you will give a fierce foul. I don't believe that the kid was hit by iron!" A middle-aged bearded man said reluctantly, obviously he was watching Live broadcast.

The presence of Mo Mengchen and Hill flooded the scene.

Who doesn’t know that these are the two most valuable guys on the Pistons? Needless to say, Hill is already the league's first-line superstar, and there is never any negative news. Mo Mengchen... He is definitely an active player, the most famous NBA player except Jordan.

"My friend, what song do you want to listen to?"

The DJ on the scene was very good, and he seemed to know Buckley well, and he greeted him as soon as he came.

Barkley let him casually, leave a tip, and then came back to sit down.

A group of people sat in a circle, and the girls on the stage began to show off coquettishly to this position intentionally or unintentionally, making other guests very dissatisfied.

"Damn, this group of people lost the ball so much!" said an alcoholic uncomfortably.

He is surrounded by a middle-aged man with a stubble face. Although this lack of trimming has reduced his face value a lot, but as long as he takes care of it, anyone can see that this is an idol star. the man.

"Don. Dor. Mo actually came to such a place to enjoy, what is the difference between him and us?" He sneered and poured a glass of wine, drinking it all.

The bearded drunk asked: "Don't you say you know him? Why don't you say hello?"

"I really have to say hello to him, after all, I fell to this point because of his gift!"

Saying this, he was also drunk six points, picked up a bottle of wine and walked towards Mo Mengchen.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen was out of place in the middle.

Even Hill shook his head with the live music. His approach spurred other people. This group of people was like a creeping crawler, well, one by one like the Detroit Dance King.

They closed their eyes and controlled the amplitude of the movement as the music rose and fell.

This song was placed in the last second, and their movements were frozen at the same time.

"Do you feel that you look a bit silly?" Mo Mengchen took a sip of water.

Hill blended in quickly: "Mo, if you come, you will be at ease. Enjoy it."

I really want to enjoy it, but now I don’t even have a sense of smell, what else can I enjoy?

"You're into the play quickly." Mo Mengchen hummed softly.

Barkley glanced behind Mo Mengchen and said, "Mo, it seems that someone is coming towards you."

Mo Mengchen looked back. The man had a height of 1.8 meters, his hair was scattered, and the hair on his face was messy. It seemed that he had not taken care of it for a month.

"Your friend?" Hill didn't believe it.

These few of them usually have to be punished if they haven't shaved for a few days. How could he have such a friend who doesn't pay much attention to his personal image?

How can I know such a person?

Mo Mengchen didn't recognize the other party.

"Dr. Mo, don't wait a few months, I really missed it." He smiled enthusiastically and grabbed a bottle of wine. "Don't you want to introduce me to your teammates?"

If I said I didn’t know you, would you be sad?

Mo Mengchen cleared his throat, hoping that the other party would not immediately hear his cold: "Who are you?"

The opponent froze for a second and continued to laugh: "Yes, how can a big man like you remember me a loser? But I still want to give you a cup, congratulations on losing, this will be my next whole Zhou's source of happiness."

Jerome Williams clapped at the table and said angrily: "Do you **** want something?"

At the beginning, Mo Mengchen didn't recognize it, until he deliberately said these words, wanting to anger Mo Mengchen and his teammates, this smug smile, aroused Mo Mengchen's memory.

Javie Tevdara.

After the failure of Scorpio surgery, Tevdano declared bankruptcy, and Mo Mengchen acquired Scorpio for $100,000. (One thousand spoken in the media is just rubbish)

There is another real estate under the name of Yawei, and with this money, if he can make good use of it, he can still live a good life.

But there are always people in the world who are too self-righteous.

"I recognize it, it's you."

Mo Mengchen smiled and picked up the wine glass signed by the Hill table and poured himself a glass of wine: "Introduce you, Javey Tevdara, the behind-the-scenes planner of Scorpio surgery last year, he is undoubtedly the chief of Michigan The prodigal son can destroy a big company in just two years. The prodigal ability is second to none in Detroit. I finally know why you lost because we were so unlucky tonight that we could meet him if we chose a nightclub."

Mo Mengchen's teammates laughed out loud, and Yawei's face became ugly.

Mo Mengchen poured half a glass of wine: "I have to respect you, to drive away the anger for me and my teammates."

"You will not refuse?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

Yawei felt humiliated. He wanted to come and mock Mo Mengchen, lending them the days of losing.

But he didn't mock the capital of others at all.

"Of course, how can I refuse Ethan?" Yawei gritted his teeth and drank a bitter drink, then turned away.

He didn't go back to find a wine friend again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ walked out of the nightclub directly, he hoped that the prostitutes in this street hadn't gotten off work yet, he needed to vent, a complete vent.

He looks like a beast, but these cheap women are too ugly to him.

He used to grab a finger and have a woman ten times prettier than this, rushing into his arms.

Just once.

Yawei roared and saw a white building in the far distance, which is the conference building of St Lucifer Hospital.

That is where he brought humiliation.

"damn it!"

He remembered Noah Sivers, the woman who had humiliated her, the woman who was so pretty...

"I have nothing left, I have to find her!"

Yawei walked in the direction of Saint Lucifer Hospital.