The Way of the Center

　　 At 11:45 noon, the heavy rain poured down. In the autumn of November, such heavy rains are very rare.

Large raindrops hit Anjie's car window, and the wiper kept wiping, but it still couldn't stop the accumulation of water on the windshield.

Outside the window, passers-by kept pointing at Anjie's car, and some even took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures. An Jie’s car is this rare RX-7, which is no longer a secret in Portland.

An Jie tapped the steering wheel with his fingers impatiently, and the car CD was playing the rap music he had recently begun to study. Today is the day for Anjie to attend the hearing, and at this time it is only fifteen minutes away from the 12 o'clock agreed by both parties.

If it is normal, Anjie can drive the car to the destination in only four or five minutes. But now, I don't know if it was because of this sudden heavy rain that this street with few traffic jams is now blocked.

Because of the hearing, Anjie is likely to miss the training at noon or even this afternoon. Therefore, in the morning, Anjie reluctantly left the training ground with his teammates until 11:30. At that time Divac told Anjie to go early to avoid accidents. An Jie disagrees. From the Rose Garden to the Bomante Hotel, half an hour is more than enough. But now it seems that he should really listen to Divac.

The green light in the distance finally came on, but the leading car "hesitated" for a long time before starting to move forward.

"Damn it! Can you drive faster!" An Jie was very annoyed, and was stuck in a traffic jam when he was in a hurry. What could be more annoying than this?

In the conference hall on the fifth floor of the Bomante Hotel, a few men in suits and two women in professional attire sat at the huge conference table. These guys glanced at each other, but their eyes showed confusion and anger.

As the NBA's high-level group, others are waiting for them. It's great today, it's 12:15, but the Chinese still doesn't show up!

"Boom!" Just here, the door of the meeting room was slammed open.

"Sorry sir, I told him that I would open the door, but..." a female secretary said pitifully.

"It's okay Lamb, you go out first." A gray-haired old man with black-rimmed glasses in the meeting room waved his hand and motioned for the secretary to go down first. The tall man standing next to the secretary was the "culprit" of the rude opening.

Of course An Jie knew that he had to knock on the door politely before entering, but the serious traffic jam would have made An Jie impatient. The only thing he thought about was to come here as soon as possible, so the scene just happened.

"Mr. An, we made an appointment at twelve o'clock. I thought you were a punctual person." The old man with black-rimmed glasses just gave An Jie a big shot and spoke.

"I apologize to everyone for my lateness. Portland traffic is not usually like this. Sorry, can you start?" Anjie said, taking off his coat that had been soaked in the rain.

The officials present were taken aback for a moment. They didn't expect An Jie's attitude to be so peaceful. In fact, these guys are ready to fight the "butcher" to the end.

"Then let's cut directly to the topic." As soon as the voice fell, the projector in the conference room showed a scene of the Blazers vs. Kings game and the conflict between Anjie and Cousins.

Through the live broadcast of the game, An Jie discovered that the moment Cousins ​​hit him and the moment he hit Cousins ​​didn't feel very powerful. In fact, because the live footage is too far away from the players, many actions make the fans unable to feel the strength. For example, his punch against Cousins ​​is by no means so "soft" as seen on the big screen.

"You know, Mr. Ann. Although DeMarcus Cousins ​​did foul first, at that time our referee had already made the correct whistle, and he had ensured the fairness and order of the game. We I think that you will harass Cousins ​​later, it is completely unnecessary and against sportsmanship!" The old man's tone was serious, and the eyes of others fell on An Jie, to see how he would defend him.

"Well, when a person deliberately smashed the back of the head with a ball, you should really tell him the truth and admit that you are a soft **** to be slaughtered." An Jie muttered in dissatisfaction, of course. It is impossible for him to tell his true thoughts to this group of bigwigs.

"DeMarcus' foul is definitely to maliciously hurt my teammate Damien Lillard. I just walked over to see what happened to my teammate because of caring for my teammate. But at that time, DeMarcus S. Cousins ​​hurt me with basketball. You can’t refute this.” An Jie’s tone was still peaceful and friendly. Divac and Ricard were afraid that An Jie might have a problem with his attitude at the hearing. Lead to severe penalties. So before coming, those two guys had done enough homework for An Jie.

"This is indeed unquestionable. In fact, another hearing is also being held in Sacramento. Cousins ​​will pay for his actions, but now we are discussing you." Seeing Anjie's attitude is good, the old man's tone is also good. Not as tough as at the beginning.

What was unexpected to all the officials on the scene was that An Jie, who was unruly on the basketball court, was now as good as a sheep. He not only admitted that he had a bad influence on the league in that game, but also trumpeted the league's zero tolerance policy.

The officials looked serious and smiled. It seems that this Chinese has a deep review of his mistakes. Choosing this guy as the main propaganda force for the NBA's overseas strategy seems to be a clear decision.

If An Jie's serious confession and his unmarginal praise of the alliance system were heard by Divac and Ricard, these two guys would definitely laugh.

In any case, An Jie was surprised to leave a good impression on the NBA official when the plot was serious and he was still late. So the white-haired old man decided to deal with An Jie lightly. Suspended for one game and fined 15,000 U.S. dollars. This is the final "judgment" of An Jie at the hearing.

According to NBA Rules Chapter 12, Section 5, Article B: “Any player who punches and attacks will be regarded as a violation of sportsmanship. He will be directly expelled from the field and be banned for at least one game, with a fine not exceeding A penalty of thirty-five thousand dollars."

If it weren't for this rule, the officials would even want to exempt An Jie from the suspension. Finally, the two sides smiled and shook hands with each other to say goodbye. After the incident, Anjie ignored the winks that the front desk secretary threw at him. He walked quickly to the parking lot and returned to his car.

"Damn it!" An Jie thought he would be spared punishment by putting a dress inside the meeting. Knowing that he would be suspended and fined, he just didn't bother to spend more time talking with those guys.

Anjie called Ricard to tell him the result of the hearing. What was unexpected was that Ricard was very satisfied with the result.

"How the **** did you do it? Divac and I are still thinking that your kid will be banned for at least three games." Ricard is not exaggerating. After all, like An Jie, a punch hits the opponent's face directly. The situation is really uncommon. In this case, the Alliance will certainly not tolerate it.

"It's so serious." Hearing Ricard's words, Anjie's dissatisfaction eased a bit.

"What do you think!? Do you know? Ann, Cousins' results just came out. He will be fined $35,000, suspended for four games, and deducted wages during the suspension! I think this guy must be at the hearing. Let’s make a big noise. After all, he causes a lot of trouble for the league and the referee every season.

"Oh, it's quite miserable~www.NovelMTL.com~ Actually, I was going to be tough with those big guys to the end. I won't admit that I was wrong, and I won't apologize. But the **** heavy rain and The traffic jam made me late, and being late was another thing I had to apologize for. This is different from beating people. It was indeed my fault to be late. After all, others were waiting for me in advance. As a result, I was so patient. I didn’t spend my temper with him till the end."

"Hahaha, you should be grateful for the **** heavy rain and traffic jam. You beat a bastard, maintained a tough image in front of the media, and vented your dissatisfaction. But in the end, you got the lightest punishment. I said, this thing is perfect enough." Ricard laughed. The players training on the sidelines heard Ricard’s laugh and probably knew the result of Anjie’s punishment.

"Well, it's pretty good." Thinking of the league's severe punishment of Cousins, An Jie felt that his situation might not be so bad.

"Okay boy, since you finished the hearing so soon, I think I have to do something to celebrate. Please step on the accelerator and get back quickly. Maybe you can catch up to the end. What about the confrontational training?" Ricard changed the German language. This incident has passed. Now, it is time for the team to continue the journey. And training is an essential part.

"Get Hickson and Meyers ready, I'll be here." Anjie happily drove the car out of the parking lot. Thanks to the **** heavy rain and traffic jam, they let An Jie escape the more severe punishment that should have been.

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