The Way of the Center

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

Big raindrops hit Anjie's car window, and the wiper kept wiping it, but it still couldn't stop the water from accumulating on the windshield.

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

An Jie tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, and the car CD was playing the rap music he had recently begun to study. Today is the day for An Jie to attend the hearing, and at this time, it is only fifteen minutes before the twelve 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 the sudden heavy rain, this street, which is rarely congested, is now completely blocked.

Because of the hearing, An Jie is likely to miss training at noon or even afternoon today. So in the morning, An Jie still reluctantly left at the training ground and trained with his teammates until 11:30. At that time, Divac told Anjie to go earlier to avoid accidents. An Jie didn't take it seriously, half an hour was more than enough to go from the Rose Garden to the Bomante Hotel. But now it seems that he should really listen to Divac.

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

"Damn it! Can you drive faster!" An Jie was very annoyed in his heart. What could be more annoying than being caught in a traffic jam when he was in a hurry?

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

As a high-level group in the NBA, others usually wait for them. Today was a good day, it was already twelve fifteen, but the Chinese still didn't show up!

"Boom!" Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

"I'm 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." An old man with black-rimmed glasses and gray hair in the conference room waved his hand, signaling the secretary to go down first. The tall man standing next to the secretary was the "culprit" of the rude opening of the door.

Of course An Jie knew that he had to knock on the door politely before entering, but the serious traffic jam had already made An Jie run out of patience. The only thing he thought of just now was to come here quickly, so the scene just happened.

"Mr. An, our appointment time is twelve o'clock. I thought you were a punctual person." The old man wearing black-rimmed glasses just said a lot to An Jie before speaking.

"I apologize to everyone for my lateness. The traffic in Portland is not usually like this. Excuse me, can we start?" An Jie said, taking off his coat that was soaked due to the heavy 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 get straight to the point." As soon as the words fell, the projector in the conference room played the game between the Blazers and the Kings, and the clips of the conflict between Anjie and Cousins.

Through the footage of the live broadcast of the game, An Jie discovered that

The one Cousins ​​hit him and the one he hit Cousins ​​didn't feel very powerful. In fact, because the live broadcast camera is too far away from the players, fans cannot feel the power of many actions. For example, his punch to Cousins ​​was definitely not as "soft" as it was seen on the big screen.

"You know, Mr. Ann. Although DeMarcus Cousins ​​did foul first, our referee had already made the correct call at that time, and he had ensured the fairness and order of the game. We I think it's completely unnecessary and unsportsmanlike for you to harass Cousins ​​afterwards!" The old man's tone was serious, while the others all looked at An Jie to see how he would defend himself.

"Well, when someone hits you on the back of the head with a ball on purpose, you really should explain the truth to him and admit that you are a soft bastard who is ready to be slaughtered." An Jie muttered dissatisfied in his heart, of course, It was impossible for him to tell these big guys what he really thought.

"DeMarcus' foul was definitely intended to maliciously hurt my teammate Damian Lillard. I just walked over to see the situation of my teammates out of concern for my teammates. But at that time, DeMarcus Cousins ​​hurt me with a basketball. You can’t refute this point.” An Jie’s tone was still peaceful and friendly, and Divac and Ricard were afraid that An Jie’s attitude would be wrong at the hearing, so they result in severe penalties. So before coming, those two guys had already done enough homework for An Jie.

"There is no doubt about it. In fact, another hearing is being held in Sacramento. Cousins ​​will pay for his actions, but now we are talking about you." Seeing that Anjie had a good attitude, the old man's tone was also Not as strong as it was at the beginning.

But to the surprise of all the officials at the scene, An Jie, who was rebellious on the basketball court, is now as docile and docile as a sheep. He not only admitted that he had a bad influence on the league in that game, but also boasted about the zero tolerance policy implemented by the league.

All the officials looked serious and smiled when they heard it. It seems that this Chinese person has thoroughly reviewed his own mistakes. Choosing this guy to be the main propagandist of the NBA's overseas strategy seems to be a clear decision.

If Anjie's solemn confession and his irrelevant praise of the alliance system were heard by Divac and Rickard, these two guys would definitely burst out laughing.

In any case, An Jie actually left a good impression on NBA officials when the plot was serious and he was late. So the white-haired old man decided to give An Jie a lighter treatment. One game suspension and $15,000 fine. This is the final "judgment" of An Jie at the hearing.

According to Article B of Chapter 12, Section 5 of the NBA Rules: "Any player who punches and attacks will be considered an unsportsmanlike behavior. He will be directly ejected from the game and will be suspended for at least one game and fined not exceeding A penalty of thirty-five thousand dollars."

If it weren't for this rule, the officials would have even given An Jie a waiver of the suspension. Finally, the two sides shook hands and said goodbye with a smile. Afterwards, An Jie ignored the winks thrown at him by the secretary at the front desk. He walked quickly to the parking lot and returned to his car.

"Damn it!" An Jie thought that if he pretended at the meeting, he would be spared punishment. If he had known that he would be suspended and fined, he just didn't bother talking to those guys.

An Jie called Ricard to tell him the result of the hearing. Unexpectedly, Ricard was very satisfied with the result.

"How the hell did you do it? Divac and I were still thinking, you kid will be suspended for at least three games." Ricard did not exaggerate, after all, like Anjie, who directly hits the opponent's face with a punch The situation is really uncommon. And this situation, the alliance will definitely not tolerate it.

"It's so serious." Hearing what Rickard said, An Jie's dissatisfaction eased a little.

"What do you think!? You know what? Ann, the results of Cousins ​​just came out. He will be fined $35,000, suspended for four games, and his salary will be deducted during the suspension! I think this guy must have been in the hearing." Let's make a big fuss. After all, he causes a lot of trouble for the league and the referees every season."

"Oh, it's pretty miserable. I actually planned to fight it out with the big guys at the beginning, and I won't admit I was wrong, and I won't apologize. But the damn rain and traffic made me late, But being late is something I have to apologize for. This is not the same thing as beating someone. It is indeed my fault for being late. After all, others have been waiting for me in advance. As a result, I actually had to be patient with him because of this. At the end."

"Hahaha, you should be thankful for the damn heavy rain and traffic jam. You beat up a bastard, maintained a tough image in front of the media, and vented your dissatisfaction. But in the end, you got the lightest punishment. To I said, this matter is perfect enough." Ricard laughed out loud, and the players training on the sidelines heard Ricard's laughter and probably knew the result of Anjie's punishment.

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

"Okay boy, since you finished the hearing matter so quickly, I think I have to do something to celebrate. Please put the gas pedal to the bottom now and hurry back. Maybe you can catch up to the end What about the confrontational training?" Ricardo turned around, this shit has passed, and now, it's time for the team to continue their journey. And training is an essential part.

"Ask Hixon and Meyers to get ready, I'll be here soon." An Jie happily drove the car out of the parking lot. Thanks to the damn heavy rain and traffic jams, they allowed Anjie to escape what should have been a harsher punishment.

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