Chapter 69: Treatment of the Visiting Team
"Okay, Old K, ignore them, let's go in." Colangelo came over and blocked the reporters.
Wang Tiejun nodded, ignored the reporter's questions, and entered the hotel with his bag.
He didn't have much luggage and his clothes were very simple, so unlike other people who only had a suitcase and a bag, he only had one bag.
"Old K, don't leave the hotel. Racial discrimination and the proliferation of guns are quite serious problems here." After entering the hotel, Colangelo reminded again.
"I understand, sir," he said quickly.
Buckley walked aside and added: "According to a survey last year, the proportion of non-white residents in Dallas who were forced to leave was as high as 92.7%, ranking sixth among such cities in the United States. All non-white people are not welcome here."
"Damn racism," he cursed.
Kevin Johnson in front turned around and added: "Old K, the fifth place ahead of Dallas is Charlotte."
"What? The damn Wasps!"
His eyes widened. He had a very unpleasant argument with Mourning at home last time. They had fought off the court, elbowed each other on the court, and he even dunked on Mourning and confiscated the Hornets' basket. The basket is still hanging in his closet. With such a big grudge, how will he be treated next time he goes to Charlotte?
For that night and the next day, no one from the Suns left the hotel and stayed in their rooms all day and night.
In order to complete the systematic training content, Wang Tiejun always took Barkley and Danny Ainge with him when he went to the hotel gym, for fear of being bullied if he was left alone.
21st, competition day.
Arrived at the arena, American Airlines Center, at 3pm.
The title sponsor of this arena is the same owner as the Suns' America West Arena, as well as the other two teams, all of which are American airlines, so it's either American Airlines, America West, or something American.
When he arrived at the stadium, Wang Tiejun took a look and found that there were not many people of color here, and the vast majority were white.
How should I describe the work attitude of these staff members? It is definitely not enthusiastic, but it can be barely considered a certain level of professionalism.
But if you make any extra requests, like turning on the heater in the locker room, they will ignore you.
So after entering the locker room and changing into training clothes, the Suns players left immediately. They didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried to the court to train, otherwise they would catch a cold.
The highest daytime temperature in Dallas at this season is only about ten degrees. At , the outdoor temperature will not exceed 5 degrees. There is no heating indoors, so the temperature will not be much higher. After a group of strong men left the locker room, they ran to the stadium.
"Shit, I think they just want to turn on the air conditioning for us." Kevin Johnson, who didn't have to train, tightened his coat and said shiveringly.
"Damn it, today I want to see how they deal with us." Wang Tiejun cursed.
"Xie Chi, we should really be thankful that the hotel did not stop heating for us." Barkley cursed.
"Ha ha……"
Everyone burst into laughter.
At this time, in the general manager's office of the American Airlines Center, Colangelo was discussing the issue of locker room heating .
"Mr. Lanter, you guys will have to come to our place for the competition eventually. Maybe when the weather gets hot, our refrigeration machine will have some problems."
He was very angry in his heart, but he still controlled himself. However, his words were very obvious threats, otherwise this guy Rant would not pay attention to him.
Lant said helplessly: "It's really broken. Our heating pipes were bitten by the damn rats."
At this time, he shouted out the door: "Alan, bring the guy who destroyed the equipment over to Mr. Colangelo. He doesn't believe us."
"Yes, Mr. Lanter."
Then a white worker in his thirties came in with a large rat and dropped it at Colangelo's feet.
Colangelo said unhappily, “Then fix it as soon as possible, otherwise I can’t guarantee that when you go to our place, a nest of cobras will not suddenly appear in the locker room.
You know, that thing is a specialty of our Arizona. They come in nests, and there may be dozens of them in a nest."
"Uh, okay, okay, Mr. Colangelo , we will fix it as soon as possible." Lant's face twitched. Shit, you are so cruel, you win.
At seven o'clock, the American Airlines Center was packed with Mavericks fans, almost all of them white.
At 7:40, the starting lineup came out and the two teams met in the player tunnel.
Terry Davis, the main power forward of the Mavericks who was beaten by Wang Tiejun, has not yet returned. He has to rest for at least a month. Only half a month has passed today, so the Mavericks' lineup is incomplete and their strength is not as good as last time.
"Hey, you're okay?"
Comrade Lao Wang was very surprised when he saw Davis in the player tunnel.
"Damn it, I won't let you go." Terry Davis stared at Wang Tiejun fiercely and said with gritted teeth.
He showed up here today specifically because he hated Wang Tiejun so much and wanted to see how the Mavericks fans would treat this damn Chinese coolie in their home court.
Simply put, he was looking forward to having a good time today and letting out his anger in advance.
"hehe……"
Lao Wang sneered twice and said, "Why don't you do it?"
"you?"
Terry Davis was furious.
"No matter where you are, bastard, if you dare to attack me, I will retaliate double, regardless of the consequences." An undisguised murderous look appeared on Wang Tiejun's face.
"you?"
Terry Davis' eyes narrowed. It was the first time he saw Chinese people acting so recklessly, which made him very cautious.
After all, he doesn't want to lose his job as an NBA player, which is the only way for him to live a wealthy life.
"Come on, Old K, ignore this clown, let's go out together." Barkley called.
"snort!"
Terry Davis snorted when Barkley called him a clown.
At this moment, when Barkley and the other four just walked out of the player tunnel, a tsunami of boos suddenly erupted in the American Airlines Center.
"Ha ha……"
Davis laughed wildly with smugness.
"Damn yellow monkey!"
"Disgusting perverted Chinese coolies!"
"Get out of Dallas, you're polluting the place with your disgusting colors."
"Fuck violent elements, get out of America and go back to your China."
Countless middle fingers were pointed at him, and endless insults were pouring down, all directed at Wang Tiejun alone.
"Hahaha……"
One step inside the player tunnel, Terry Davis laughed wildly.
Wang Tiejun now realized how much pressure it was to face the insults and boos from 20,000 people. A layer of fine sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
“Wow!”
The pressure seemed tangible, and his breathing deepened involuntarily.
But deep in his eyes, a look of madness gradually emerged like a flame, burning and growing in an instant, filling his eyes.
