You are the Pearl, Mo Mengchen

The regional finals against the East and West are gradually released.

The West is the Jazz to the Lakers, and the East is the Pistons to the Bulls.

This is a battle of four 60-win teams.

The Pistons scored 63 wins, the league first, and the Jazz 62 wins, due to the double kill of the Bulls in the regular season, ranked second in the league, 62 wins like the Bulls, third in the league, 61 wins for the Lakers, ranked fifth in the league, third in the west .

This season, there were a total of five 60-win teams, three in the West, and the Supersonics also won 61 victories. With the win-loss relationship, they beat the Lakers, ranking fourth in the league, and played in the semifinals with the Lakers in the playoffs. The 60-win team's duel will start in advance.

However, this matchup was not as intense as everyone expected. The Lakers solved the supersonics in five games.

Their momentum is so fierce. Under the leadership of O'Neill, who is gradually becoming mature, everyone is optimistic that they have defeated a group of old and weak, and should be eliminated by the times. Utah Jazz.

The new king versus the old emperor, this is the script everyone wants to see.

The outsiders are so optimistic about the Lakers, and Mo Mengchen gave Aaron Bennett a huge sum of money at Henry Ford, asking him to gamble, betting on the Western Conference finals.

"100,000 Lakers swept all over?"

"If this wins..."

"I know, net profit of 6 million, I counted." Mo Mengchen said, "Go."

It's a pity that Bennett secretly said that his mother was a Laker. How could it be swept by the Jazz? Look down on O'Neill or how? Are the four All-Stars kidding you?

Who's in Jazz?

At a critical moment, Malone, who is always out of the chain, Stockton with no athletic ability, Hornacek who can barely look but can count on him "what?"

Bennett thought from the bottom of his heart that if his boss really had too much money to put it away, he could give him the money as a prize, and he would not refuse it.

"Are you sure, Mo?" Bennett couldn't help but see the cheque in his hand.

Mo Mengchen said: "I don't gamble with your money, what are you hesitating?"

"I'm worried that your money is falling..."

"Don't worry, just a little pocket money."

Yes, $100,000 as change... Bennett left.

"Mo, what were you doing just now?" Barkley asked.

Dead fat guys don't have anything else all day long, but they are curious. If his training attitude is as serious as inquiring about gossip, maybe the 1993 myth has ended.

"I asked my assistant to help me gamble."

At Barkley, Mo Mengchen told a joke.

Gambling? Dor.Mo? How could this guy bet on the ball?

"Haha, but this joke is not very funny, Mo, you have passed the peak." Buckley said, "You should know that I am talking about your ability to tell jokes."

Fat man thinks I'm telling a joke?

Mo Mengchen is very willing to let the big guy make a fortune with him, so the question is, how much water does he have to waste so that this group of people believe that the 61-year-old Lakers will be swept by the 62-year-old Jazz?

If it weren't Mo Mengchen who couldn't remember the specific score, he could even borrow this series to earn him 10 million.

It's a pity there's no way. He just understood this history, but he didn't understand it in detail. He was never a Lakers fan, and he didn't feel much about violent traditional centers like O'Neal.

So he did not know that the Lakers would be slaughtered by 35 points in the first game of the Western Conference finals.

The old man's jazz team, who was unanimously considered unbearable, completely blew up a new generation of forces headed by O'Neal in the Western Conference finals.

"Aren't you serious?" Buckley's face was full of unbelief, but Mo Mengchen didn't look like he was kidding.

Mo Mengchen said: "I'm serious, I gave the assistant a check of 100,000 yuan and asked him to help me bet."

"What bet?"

"One hundred thousand, bet the Jazz sweeping the Lakers."

Mo Mengchen walked to Barkley's side with a smile, patting his belly that was more and more like a pregnant woman: "How? Would you like to get rich with me?"

Buckley's smile of "Hehe, I believe you and I are the brain water", backed up three steps in a row: "If you are not brain water, you have too much money to place, you have to save some money for retirement, you can't expect your children to become talents Ah, you know, great players like me, their children are usually waste."

Your girl's **** looks better than blue, but are you sure it's waste?

Don't get me wrong, Mo Mengchen is not interested in Buckley's girl.

"If you don't want to take this opportunity to make a fortune, you can help me promote it. I believe someone will be willing to follow me and prove that your current retreat is the second worst decision in your life." Mo Mengchen said.

Barkley asked: "Dare to ask what was the first bad decision in my life?"

"Are you sure I want to say?" Mo Mengchen smiled, and Barkley shook his head immediately.

The ghost knows how many poison words are hidden in this poison mouth. For the good mood of the next day, it is still better not to listen.

Barkley admits that Mo Mengchen doesn't want to force people too much, let him go to help him to promote, to see how many gamblers in the team are not afraid of death.

In the case of the overwhelming publicity that the Lakers will advance to the finals, betting 100,000 Jazz to sweep the Lakers will definitely be regarded as a lunatic.

The less optimistic the outside world is, the higher the odds. Mo Mengchen finished the calculation last night. He can make a net profit of 6 million, but by this evening, the odds may double.

Sweep, no one believes the Lakers will be swept.

In terms of strength, the Lakers should not be swept away. The reason is actually that O'Neal, who is optimistic about the outside world.

He has unlimited potential and ability, he is already recognized as the strongest player in the league.

Although Jordan is the first person in the league, the player with the most influence on the game is already O'Neal.

This kind of feeling is like the 8788 season, Jordan won double doubles, scoring king, DPDY, MVP, hard power, the influence of the game is already the first person in the league, but the league's top two players are still the magician and Bo Virtue.

O'Neill has the ability to destroy the game, but unfortunately there is no ambition to destroy the game, especially when facing difficulties.

As one of the few players in history, the number of times he was swept out of the playoffs is shocking.

Mo Mengchen bet 100,000 bets that the Lakers were swept by the Jazz quickly spread across the team, everyone agreed that he was too much money and not uncomfortable.

Only one person followed the bet.

That man is Louis M. Lor, and as everyone knows, he is Mo Mengchen's Ma Zi.

Of course, he didn't want to hear other people say that.

"How much did you gamble with?" Mo Mengchen asked curiously.

Rolle said blushing and panting: "100,000."

"?"

A big question mark appeared on Mo Mengchen's face.

Rolle’s annual salary is 200,000 in the first season, 250,000 in the second season, and 300,000 this season. Less taxes, less than half of the income, and deduct some living expenses, this 100,000, may It is his only deposit.

"How dare you?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Lor laughed: "You never take us to lose money?"

"You believe the Lakers will be swept by the Jazz?"

"I don't believe that anyone who tells me anything but you will sneer at him." Lor said, "but I believe you."

From the trust of marginal people, it is really good to have such a person on the team.

Mo Mengchen believes that Rolle will become a character similar to Spurs Bonner because of his existence. He will not receive too much salary, but as long as Mo Mengchen is on the team for a day, the Pistons have Rolle's position.

"Wait for the money, lucky Louis." Mo Mengchen said confidently.

Lor asked curiously: "How much will I make?"

Mo Mengchen asked him: "What is Grant's annual salary this year?"

"5.85 million." These low-end marginal people are very sensitive to numbers. Mo Mengchen believes that he remembers everyone's annual salary. He has a Pistons salary scale in his mind, which may be more than the management statistician. detailed.

Mo Mengchen told him unequivocally: "If the odds were unchanged from last night, you would earn more than 150,000 more than Grant's annual salary."

"Wow~~~!"

Rolle's mouth widened, his face shocked.

"Before playing tonight, the odds will continue to rise, so this number is no longer accurate." Mo Mengchen gently smiled.

Lor's approach is puzzling. Everyone thought he just wanted to please Mo Mengchen, but it was too expensive.

Hundreds of thousands, this is a number that allowed Buckley to turn around when he heard it. The man who led the penultimate salary in the team made a decisive bet.

"Maybe your hopes will be shattered tonight." Buckley said.

Because the Western Conference finals will start tonight.

"Dare you gamble?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Barkley asked: "What bet?"

"Bet that the Jazz will win tonight."

"How much to gamble?"

"One hundred thousand."

"Cunning guy, I won't be fooled. Ten thousand is fine." Buckley said stiffly.

Mo Mengchen said, "Don't you dare to give Michael a sting like your bear~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Are you a waste of money, and is it related to being stingy? If you donate it to a welfare institution, don't say one hundred thousand, just Two hundred thousand..." The dead fat man gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and shouted, "I will!"

Well, it's time to set up a Dor.Mo foundation.

On the day the foundation was established, Mo Mengchen must bring paper and pen and threaten Buckley to sign a check of 200,000 on the spot.

This was originally a game that had nothing to do with the Pistons. Because Mo Mengchen and Rolle participated in the gambling, the team's attention to the game was very high.

So, the first game of the Western Conference finals began.

112 to 77

The Jazz scored in double figures with 6 players. Malone scored 29+10. With a massacre, those who looked at them closed their mouths completely, and the Pistons clenched their fists.

No way?

Sweep?

Will it really happen?