You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

A two-game losing streak at home and a four-game losing streak away, the Pistons are like those teams who are fighting for Tim Duncan. A dazzling six-game losing streak pushes them to the cusp.

"Like a roller coaster, during the winning streak, we thought we could challenge Chicago, then we really played with Chicago, and then fell from the climax, I can't accept it!"

An old fan who had a Pistons season ticket for 20 consecutive years said sadly in the face of the interview.

"There are some problems with this team."

Detroit

Mo Mengchen listened to Medela's account of yesterday's court session.

"They invited a local medical expert to testify on the stage, and the other party's lawyer knocked sideways and asked a few questions, wanting the audience to determine that it was infringement."

Medela said, dancing.

As if she was the lawyer who asked the question, if the other party's lawyer is really this ghostly, Mo Mengchen really doubts that the jury will be fooled.

Although this woman is a little bit pretty, is it too silly?

"What's the problem?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Medela couldn't remember.

Ephraim explained: "She asked the medical expert to describe the RNG virus, and then pointed out that one of the pharmaceutical ingredients of Emery Hall's IG can effectively relieve the RNG virus."

"And that ingredient is one of Tevdara's patents." Medela snatched.

As if to show that she did a lot of homework, she stood up and waited for praise.

"Do you have additional questions?"

Mo Mengchen ignored the proud Medela, and his eyes fell straight on Ephraim's body.

Humph...

Medela turned white smoke.

"No, for them, this is just a small victory." Ephraim said.

Indeed, there is no need to ask questions, the other party has pre-emptively left an impression in the jury's heart-a drug combined with a patent drug of Tevdara may be the same drug, she infringed-although only one A seed, but if Ephraim tries to reverse this impression and fails, it is possible to let this kind of seed take root and germinate on the spot, so it is correct to be silent.

"So, what about you?" Ephraim said, "I heard that you have been very bad recently."

Mo Mengchen smiled: "It's a bit bad, just temporary."

"Will you win the game at night?"

"If you come to see us, we will win."

"you promise."

"Oath in the name of Amel Medela..."

Medela bit her lips hard, and more than once came up with the idea of ​​giving the man a lesson.

The only reason left in his mind reminded him to quickly give up this unrealistic idea, her life has lost its color, if you even lose your work, then you can really only close yourself.

"This is a ticket." Mo Mengchen took it out.

"I will have training later, see you at night."

Mo Mengchen waved gently.

Medela was unhappy until he heard Ephraim say, "Amel, are you coming?"

"Dor.Mo didn't invite me to watch the game..." Medela pouted and looked up.

Ephraim smiled and said: "He gave me three tickets, one for me and one for Adrian. There is one more here. Guess who?"

Mo Mengchen asked the case of Grand Rapids and left the apartment alone.

Outside the apartment, assistant assistant Aaron Bennett was already waiting for him in the car.

"Go to Henry Ford." Mo Mengchen said, "What happened to the things I asked you to do?"

Bennett said with excitement: "It has been found out, all the details of Tevdara."

"Talk about it." Mo Mengchen said.

"Their decline did not start last year. To be precise, it should have been five years ago that their founder, Scott Tefdanla, handed over management rights to his eldest son, Javit Tefdanla, This elder brother is very ambitious and has little eyesight, not looking at the little revenue of his father. He hopes to develop Tevdara into a world leader."

Huh, the tone is not small.

Just after listening to the beginning, Mo Mengchen knew what was going on.

It is also a comedy story of the extreme self-confidence of the elder brother's efforts to corrupt his parents.

This is not the first rich second generation he has encountered. Why did little Dura and Joseph Solon not have this stink? Others have no such ambitions. They just keep their father's foundation in mind, and then do some side jobs as much as possible for stability.

"He invested a lot of money to develop new drugs for the treatment of incurable diseases, but the results were not good. Last year they launched a new drug, whose name sounded very loud, but..." Bennett's eyebrow flicked, "appears As a result of side effects, nearly ten people died, and countless people have intensified or repeated their illnesses. Tvdara’s reputation for decades has almost been ruined. If it was not for him to use huge amounts of money to lead public opinion to suppress things, hehe..."

Can this person speak well? Mo Mengchen found that this guy was getting more and more floating, which was not the case when he first followed him last year.

"By the way, I also found an interesting news." Just at the red light, Bennett stopped and handed a stack of newspapers to Mo Mengchen.

Bennett said: "A few months ago, they launched a total of three new drugs. One of them is a new drug that can alleviate the RNG virus. The other two drugs are driven by the new drugs and sold very well, but they don't seem to be very safe. Medicine."

Mo Mengchen looked at the news and asked, "Since such a serious problem has occurred, why didn't this patient bring Tevdara to court?"

"He has no money."

"I have money."

Mo Mengchen said conditionedly.

"So you want to..."

"Take the matter up and notify all media that have contact with us to let them report it." Mo Mengchen looked out the window. "Go contact this person, the money comes from us, please ask the best lawyer to sue them. pile."

Bennet laughed: "Mo, in your heart, isn't the best lawyer not Ephraim?"

"You also said that in my heart. We now need a recognized, best lawyer with real talent." Mo Mengchen said with a smile, "Also, if your **** continues so much, there is still a trunk Medical kits..."

Bennett had a cold crotch.

"Got it, I shut up."

"Don't force it, just say, I don't like to force others."

"I really have nothing to say."

"really?"

"Hmm..."

Henry Ford Training Center

The team suffered a six-game losing streak and will play the seventh game at home tonight. Some fans have decided to enter the field with embarrassing posters.

What makes Collins most incomprehensible is that they lost six games. The media and players sprayed him, and no one sprayed players.

All of this made Collins feel like he was in a deep conspiracy.

He suspected it was Mark Jones, but Jones had no such energy.

Hill? It is also impossible.

Now what he wants to solve is the team's morale problem, which has been going on for a long time, and he was so lifeless during training. In this way, how to deal with the Suns at night?

"Charles, how are you?"

Collins walked to Barkley's side and wanted to set a few sentences close to him.

In the first few games, Collins banned him because of Barkley's lead in messing up, which led to a sharp rebound. He could not have imagined that this dead fat man who just entered the team this season was so popular.

"Doug, speak straight." Buckley was too lazy to talk to him.

"The opponent tonight is Phoenix. No matter what you think, I hope you take it seriously."

Barkley and Sun can be regarded as a violent breakup. Such a breakup usually hits each other hard after the reunion. Barkley is so straight and should not continue to pick the pick.

"You can rest assured that I will go all out tonight." Buckley said.

"Okay, I look forward to your performance." Collins walked away with a smile.

After that, Collins went to Thorpe, Ratliff, and Michael Curry again, hoping to inspire them, and to his disappointment, these ambiguities did not express their views on him at all.

This worried him a bit.

Can't lose anymore, and then lose, how can the outside world not talk about it first, the pressure from the inside will destroy him.

A team that won 16 straight games not long ago suddenly suffered a seven-game losing streak? And it is the kind of being played with no temper at all. Even if the senior people don't understand the ball, they know that there is an internal problem. Who is the internal problem? Naturally, he was the head coach.

After the training, Mo Mengchen gathered everyone.

"I'll say yes first, I want to win tonight."

Mo Mengchen whispered: "No matter who you are dissatisfied with, no matter what complaints you have, you should not disappoint the fans."

"We can't lose tonight, do you understand?"

"123!"

"DET!"

This scene is disappointing.

Collins persuaded them bitterly for so long, it might as well be Mo Mengchen called them together and said a few words casually.

The huge drop made Collins both physically and mentally exhausted.

For the first time, he felt that the decision to serve as the head coach was wrong. Not only did he not do the job of the general manager, he did not do the job of the head coach.

Now that he has lost hearts and minds in the team, the outside world regards him as a cancer of the Pistons, and the high level of dissatisfaction with him is increasing.

At this point, it is no longer important what kind of system disputes or off-site storms.

He just wanted the team to settle down and play seriously.

This is the foundation of a team, but he can no longer get the Pistons back to their original condition. He doesn’t know when this started.

The form is completely out of control.

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"Let me talk!"

Buckley snatched Hill's life, keeping everyone in the middle.

"Trouble off, Charles needs more space." Hill made a joke.

Barkley laughed: "Take me serious, my mother is serious, this must win tonight! Daddy is right, no matter how dissatisfied we are with that person, we should not fail the fans. Love, we must win this game tonight!"

"The losing streak is over, you gang assholes!"

"YES!"

"Damn, shout to me!"

"Fuck the Suns!"