Basketball Legends: Strikers Are King

Chapter 138

Feeling comfortable.

That's what Barkley is thinking at this moment.

In the last stop of three consecutive away games, the Pacers relied on their outstanding performance in the third quarter to get revenge on the Magic.

"Actually, the Pacers' bench defeated the Magic in the first half. If the starting lineup hadn't been screwed up, there might not have been a need for the third quarter."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the Pacers' substitute lineup was strong, and he even quickly grasped the key point, which was Qi Tian who entered the starting lineup in the second half.

"This Chinese guy does have some skills."

Barkley is already jumping traffic in the next game.

The moment the referee's whistle sounded, the camera cut back to the studio.

Kenny Smith briefly summarized the game and then looked at Barkley:

"Charles, what do you think of the Pacers' game today?"

"Today's Pacers did much better than the Magic on both offense and defense."

Buckley said seriously,

"Whether it was Granger, Hibbert, or Hill and Qi Tian who came on the bench, they all pushed their opponents to the ground and hammered them."

"The Magic exposed too many problems today and they must make changes..."

To O'Neal's surprise, Barkley did not continue to ridicule him or the Magic's Howard, but sincerely gave his own advice.

“That’s it for today’s NBA Insider,”

Kenny Smith concluded his speech,

"But then there's going to be a replay of yesterday's golf game..."

"OK, cut ads!"

The director on the sidelines gave a signal and then applauded.

"Well done today, thank you for your hard work!"

It's finally over.

O'Neal breathed a sigh of relief, finally ending the day's performance.

"Let's have dinner tonight."

Buckley extended an invitation to the newcomers.

O'Neill blinked and nodded in acceptance.

Kenny Smith took a deep look at O'Neal, then looked at the director who was looking over, and secretly shook his head.

When we had dinner together in the evening, Barkley shared his experience with O'Neal:

"Shaq, this commentator is not as simple as you think."

Isn't he planning to show off his qualifications to me?

O'Neill had a guess in his mind, and his face became a little stiff.

Compared with O'Neal, Barkley only has one MVP guarantee, and his awards are much shabby.

Seeing Barkley planning to preach now makes O'Neal not very comfortable.

Barkley naturally saw O'Neal's expression in his eyes, and he smiled contemptuously:

"Tell me, what is the most important thing about being a commentator?"

"Are you analyzing the game for the audience?"

"Isn't it?"

Seeing O'Neal's expression of deep understanding, Barkley became even more contemptuous.

"Big mistake!"

He suddenly lowered his voice, as if he wanted to share a secret, and said to O'Neal:

"It's traffic! It's a gimmick! It's ratings!"

"??"

This was obviously beyond O'Neal's expectation, and he expressed his doubts with his expression.

"When you play ball, you collect money from the boss just to help the team sell tickets and produce results."

Barkley gave an example to newcomers:

"Then the TV station gives you money, of course, in the hope that the TV station's ratings will be high!"

"How to attract the audience, this is what we have to consider!"

O'Neill tentatively said:

"So we need to create gimmicks to attract the audience?"

"That's right."

Buckley saw that he finally understood, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"So, don't blame me for not giving you face in the studio. The audience doesn't want to see hello, hello, hello, everyone. They just want to watch the fight!"

"So that's it."

Only then did O'Neal know the reason why Barkley didn't give him face today, but Kenny Smith next to him looked like he was watching the show and had no intention of breaking up the fight.

Barkley looked at the already crumbling table in front of him, suddenly stood up, and said to O'Neal:

"Suddenly I feel urgent to urinate. I need to go to the toilet."

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.

O'Neal was pointed out by Barkley, and many thoughts flashed through his mind. He only felt that the career future of the commentator was bright.

But he didn't see Buckley come back for a long time after his distraction. Finally, he felt something was wrong, so he opened the door and started to walk out.

"gentlemen?"

The waiter came over and said,

"You haven't..."

"Didn't pay the bill?"

O'Neill asked tentatively. When the waiter nodded, his already dark face immediately turned darker.

"How much?"

"5W knife."

A surge of anger rose from the soles of O'Neal's feet to his forehead, almost making him unable to control himself.

Money is not the problem, the problem is that he was cheated by Barkley.

"Swipe your card."

O'Neal took out a credit card from his bag, smiled and asked the clerk to swipe the card.

"Thank you for coming."

The waiter swiped 50,000 U.S. dollars and a 10% service fee, respectfully returned the card to O'Neal, and walked him to the door.

This flying pig just ran away?!

O'Neill walked to the door in silence, and when he was about to drive away, he heard a hateful voice coming from behind:

"Brother, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

O'Neal stiffened and turned around, and sure enough he saw Barkley arranging his clothes.

"You didn't leave?"

Although he didn't order anything spicy, O'Neal felt that his face was already burning.

"Walk?"

Buckley nonchalantly patted the non-existent dust on his body,

"Didn't I tell you, I just went to the toilet. When I came back, I found you were not there, and then I knew you had left."

"Let's just go. How come you still have to settle the bill?"

Seeing that O'Neal didn't speak, Barkley quickly said,

"How much did it cost for the two of us to eat, and we were so polite? I'll pass it on to you later."

"No."

O'Neal's voice seemed to come from hell, and just hearing it gave Barkley a shiver.

"This winter is not over yet, it's a bit cold outside."

Buckley waved to the driver, asked the driver to drive over, and got in.

"Brother, I accepted your favor today. I'll invite you back next time!"

Then he walked away.

O'Neal took a few deep breaths, but finally couldn't hold it back and kicked his car angrily.

"asshole!"

I had been waiting in the private room for at least half an hour. It was obvious that Barkley was hiding in the toilet and only came out after he paid the bill!

"Boss, are you okay?"

The driver opened the front window and asked.

"fine!"

O'Neill snorted coldly, got into the off-road vehicle, and stopped talking.

Charles Barkley, labor and management are at odds with you!

"Kevin,"

While the driver was driving silently, O'Neill suddenly asked,

"I remember you said before that you knew a friend who once served as an aide to the president?"

"He's still providing consulting services?"

"Yes, Peter gave it to..."

O'Neill interrupted him and asked:

"So he's very good at attacking people?"