NBA Legends Manager

Chapter 189 Relieved!

Anjali heard the discussion at the scene and asked in confusion: "Why are everyone confused about the person you chose?"

Presti said confidently: "Do they know anything? This guy will be the top 3D in the league."

"3D?" Anjali was full of doubts, she had never heard such a statement.

Simply put: "Three-pointers, strong defensive ability."

Anjali nodded half understanding.

The only one who didn't participate in the discussion was the Warriors. At this time, they were full of MMPs. Presti actually chose the player they liked. He thought that his No. 11 pick to win Thompson was a sure thing. In the end, he was cut off again. Is Presti their enemy?
When the Chicago Bulls selected Northall with the 28th pick, the fans at the scene once again turned their attention to Presti,

"The New Orleans Hornets select Jimmy Butler from Marquette with the 29th pick!"

At this time, the fans at the scene did not have a big reaction. Although many people were slightly skeptical, after all, this is only the 29th overall pick. However, this year's selection of Presti really made many people understand. In addition to other years, the candidates selected in previous years are at least very good in physical condition, but this year's candidates seem to be average in both static and dynamic talents.

After picking Butler, Presti still had the 15th pick in the second round. Originally, Presti planned to trade this pick, but he didn’t trade it out after a round.

Anjali walked down the bustling street with Presti in her arms, looking happy. After walking for a while, Anjali abducted Presti with her hand, and said softly, "Hey, when are you going to marry me?"

"Haha, can't wait?" Presti pinched Anjali's nose with his hands and said dotingly.

"Guess you're in a hurry, I'm afraid you're in a hurry." Anjali looked arrogant.

"Next year, when I win the NBA ring, I will give it to you," Presti said confidently.

Anjali stopped and looked at Presti. She wanted to make a joke, but when she saw Presti's firm eyes, all her words turned into: "Okay!"

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The next day, Presti called Miles, and as soon as he got through, Miles smiled and said, "What's wrong, BOSS, if you don't enjoy yourself at this time, what are you calling me for?"

Presti also laughed, and then said: "Anjali and I are going on a trip, and I will leave everything to you. You can also go on vacation after you are busy. The NBA lockout is about to begin!"

"NBA lockout?" Myers asked in surprise.

"Well, the old labor agreement officially expired on July 7, and this time I believe it will be difficult to reach an agreement on the new labor agreement in a short period of time. If you ask the owners of each team for their opinions, you can represent me," Presti said slowly.
Asking Miles to replace himself is not to say that he believes in Miles, but because there are other 29 team owners. As long as they accept it, there is nothing I can't accept.

Miles on the other end of the phone nodded and said, "I see."

After hanging up the phone, Presti called Westbrook, Harden, Curry, Gibson, etc., and told them to rest assured that the matter of the new contract will be resolved within a month or two after the start of the new season.

After hanging up the phone, Anjali immediately hugged herself and said, "Travel around the world!"

"Haha, good," Presti said happily.

After that, Presti didn't care about the team at all, and traveled around the world with Anjali, went to England, France, Italy, etc., and basically visited the whole of Europe.

After the end of Europe, Presti's next stop decisively chose China, which he has always dreamed of.

Standing on the land of China, Presti couldn't help but wet his eyes. Although it was already November and the weather had turned cold, Presti felt hot all over his body!
In fact, Presti has already added China's "self" and used a series of methods to make "self" believe in himself on the other side of the ocean. Because he cannot directly transfer money, the measure Presti took is to keep him buying football according to his own requirements, so that China's "self" has earned enough money, and the money is enough to improve life.

"What's wrong with you?" Anjali obviously sensed that something was wrong with Presti, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. She could only feel that Presti was sad, sad, and relieved. In short, she was very conflicted. She could only rest her head on Presti's shoulder and stay with him.

"Huh," Presti stroked Anjali and said with a smile, "Do you want to see the Chinese countryside? I'll take you there."

"Well, okay" Anjali didn't ask Presti why you knew about it, because as far as she knew, Presti had never been to China, but at this moment Anjali knew that all she could do now was to stay by Presti's side.

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Presti took Anjali to the countryside where he has lived for more than 20 years. When he touched the wall with his hands, memories came to his mind. He remembered running and playing here when he was a child.
Touching the wall with his hands and walking slowly, more and more memories began to fill his mind, while Anjali was beside Presti, still gently holding Presti's arm, and there were more and more people on the streets of the village. Everyone stood on the street, looking at themselves and Anjali, two foreigners, the more novel they looked.

This is 2011, and it is far from being able to meet foreigners with yellow hair and white skin like later generations. Even later generations meeting foreigners in the countryside is not easy, but now a foreign young man and a very beautiful foreign girl actually appeared in this village!They couldn't figure out why they came to their village.

When Presti approached "my" home, her heart was already beating violently, but Anjali looked at Presti suspiciously, why her heart was beating so fast! ,

"It's here! It's here!" Presti's voice resounded violently in his heart. When passing by the familiar house, Presti looked at the familiar open door, tears streaming down his eyes instantly. The one who was washing clothes was his mother, and the one next to him was his father!

"Mother and father are a bit old, but they look so happy. It must be that "I" can make money and be successful." Presti said silently in his heart. Presti never stopped. He was afraid that someone would see the clue and cause trouble to "my family". When he left, Presti gently wiped his wet eye sockets.

"Huh~" Presti exhaled fiercely, and at the same time a smile appeared on his face, relieved, they are doing well.

(End of this chapter)