On the 3rd, in a private villa in the eastern suburbs of Chaos City, when Ye Qiu walked in, he wondered if he had walked into the wrong place.
In the pool, a group of young black men and women in nude clothes were fooling around.
Smoke filled the air above the lawn, and a pungent smell assaulted their noses. It was impossible to tell if it was tobacco or barbecue.
The steak and sausages on the grill were in a mess. A group of skinny black children surrounded them, chattering and laughing non-stop.
This was a party prepared by Iverson's friends to celebrate Iverson's high school top scorer and the joy of moving into a big villa.
In Iverson's life, his friends had hosted countless parties until Iverson's money-making ability dissipated.
The moment he entered, Ye Qiu once again saw Iverson's mother, the tall and sturdy person, Ann Iverson.
It was the middle of summer. If Ye Qiu didn't look at the others, he would have thought it was winter when they saw Ann Iverson. Look at the mink coat she was wearing.
Looking at the gold, silver, and jewelry on her neck, she looked like a nouveau riche.
From time to time, someone in the crowd would be kicked by her, and the person who was kicked would just smile awkwardly. They had played with Iverson since they were young, so they knew quite well how tough a " noble lady " was.
Although Ye Qiu knew a lot about Iverson's private life in his previous life, when he was involved, Ye Qiu understood that with Allen's daily life, if you didn't go bankrupt, who would?
They were " scared of poverty " and suddenly became rich because they didn't know how to manage their finances. Just like in Ye Qiu's previous life, many relocated households who received compensation of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions spent it all in just half a year or a year.
Money came too easily, and it would make people lose their way. Moreover, with AI's group of lazy friends, who wouldn't go bankrupt?
You might not believe it, but many NBA players would go bankrupt after retirement. After getting used to a life of debauchery, would he stop after retirement? It did not exist. It was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!
Didn't you see the retired Second Master Pippen often bragging about the old hooligan in the media?
You can't be so naive as to think that he's reminiscing about his youth, right? If you don't brag about Jordan, are you going to keep Second Master Pi's wife?
Earning money was tiring. He only earned 2.2 million a year for all the dirty work, which was not even worth Rodman's kick in the balls.
However, it was different to brag about Boss Qiao after retirement. He could make money lying down. However, the country did not rely on the party. Pippen liked his life very much.
"Ye, why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Just as Brother Qiu walked into the garden of the villa and looked around, Iverson, who was wearing a pair of flowery shorts, walked towards Ye Qiu, revealing his biceps with the word "Answer" tattooed on it.
"Wait for me?" Ye Qiu asked, looking at Iverson.
"That's right. This party is specially organized for us to enter the NBA.”Iverson patted Ye Qiu's butt and then gestured to his friend.
Then, the music of the 90s began.
"Aren, if I remember correctly, we haven't met many times, right?”Ye Qiu was confused when Iverson pulled him to the center of the party.
Hearing Ye Qiu's words, Iverson silently nodded, then used his bright eyes to size up Ye Qiu.
"Follow me." Iverson suddenly stopped smiling and brought Ye Qiu into the villa.
Compared to the noisy garden, the villa was not too quiet. A few young men were smoking cigars.
From the courtyard door of the villa to the inside, Ye Qiu realized that the top scholar really had a lot of bad friends.
Along the way, Iverson's friends looked at Ye Qiu with strange gazes. There was curiosity, surprise, and respect, which made Ye Qiu very confused.
"I couldn't have become the incense master of the Chengtian Society without knowing it, right?”Ye Qiu mocked himself.
Just as Ye Qiu was mocking himself, he suddenly saw someone pushing a wheelchair towards Iverson and Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu noticed that there was a black young man in a T-shirt and cap sitting in the wheelchair. His eyes were fixed on himself.
"Ye, let me introduce you. This is Chris Shawn. Come, Sean, you should thank your benefactor yourself."”Iverson walked to the wheelchair and introduced it to Ye Qiu.
Benefactor?
Ye Qiu scratched his head.
"Hello, Ye. I'm very sorry that I can't stand up and thank you in person. I know that you probably didn't know what I looked like or what kind of person I was at that time, but you still saved me. Ye, do you still remember June 28th, 1994?”
After Sean stood up with Allen Iverson's help, he did an ancient ritual to Ye Qiu, cupping his fists and bowing.
"I specifically asked my friend. She said that this is how the Great Heaven thanks their benefactors, right?”Xiao En said to Ye Qiu with a smile.
June 28, 1994
Was there anything special about that day?
Ye Qiu remembered that not long after he transmigrated, there was a thrilling gunfight in Philadelphia, a city of chaos.
In reality, Ye Qiu didn't think that it was a big deal at first. If he said it, he would doubt his life. When he was far away, he thought that someone was setting off firecrackers.
After realizing that this was a free major rice-exporting country, Ye Qiu immediately put on a Voldemort lecture.
He hid himself calmly (trembling) and only stood up shakily after confirming that the gunfight was over.
When he saw a person lying in a pool of blood not far away, Ye Qiu hesitated for a moment. Then, he ran to the convenience store and called an ambulance for him. Then, he pressed on his wound to prevent him from bleeding to death.
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