Sports Almighty King

Chapter 941 Tragic Ending

Morey stood where he was, stared blankly for a while, and then slowly walked towards the office building.

When he got to the office building, he saw Gordon of the Rockets come out of the building again.

Morey glanced at Gordon, he was waiting for Gordon to greet him.

However, unexpectedly, Gordon also glanced at Morey, and quickly turned his head away, letting out a cold snort.

Morey frowned, and he squeezed out a smile and said, "Eric, I don't understand why you treat me like this, no matter what, I'm the one who brought you a big contract."

"Hehe!" Gordon sneered.

"Darryl, so you think you're still my benefactor, don't you?" Gordon said.

"No, I don't think so, I just think we used to have a good relationship, didn't we?" Morey said.

"No! I've never had a good relationship with you, you're a ruthless guy! I don't think you're human, you only see data and your shitty analysis! Bah! What are you! Think you are How to treat Anthony! Players are not human at all in your eyes! None of us like you! You have a little self-knowledge!" Gordon said.

This is a strong statement.

Talk about Morey's head buzzing.

He never dreamed that Gordon would say that about himself.

He always thought that he was very popular in the Rockets!
Unexpectedly, he was like shit in the eyes of Rockets players.

Morey shook his head, and he walked into the office building.

At this moment, his heart was like a mass of dead ashes.

This blow was too damn big, too hard for him to accept.

Gordon watched Morey go upstairs, he gave Morey the middle finger, and spat again.

special!
It would be no wonder Gordon liked Morey!
If it wasn't for Morey's fault, Gordon would be able to sign a sneaker endorsement contract with Huaguo's sports brand!
It was Morey who messed up the business and made Gordon wonder how much money he lost.

Morey walked up the stairs. He was going to talk to Fertitta again in the boss's office on the second floor.

When he arrived at the door of Fertitta's office, Morey raised his hand and knocked gently on the door.

But no one answered at the door.

Morey froze for a moment before knocking on the door again.

Still no one answered.

At this moment, the door of the office next door opened.

A woman poked her head out, glanced at Morey, smiled and said, "Daryl, are you looking for the boss?"

"Yes." Morey nodded.

"The boss is not here today, but he told me to help you with the resignation procedures." The female secretary said.

"Oh, didn't Mr. Fertitta tell you anything else?" Morey asked.

"That's right! He didn't say anything else, he just hoped that you could leave as soon as possible, and your work would be handed over to your assistant." The female secretary said.

Morey sighed.

The boss is really heartless!

He didn't even give himself the last chance for an interview.

Morey knew that there was nothing he could redeem.

He walked back to his office, where his assistant was already waiting to hand over to him.

The assistant was smiling and looking very happy.

"Darryl, I'm really sorry. I woke up early in the morning and heard that you were leaving. But seriously, it's okay if you leave. Now the Rockets are in a mess, and it's time to reorganize. It's also here When I show my skills." The assistant rubbed his hands together and said.

"You can't do my job well, sir, believe me, you don't have that ability." Morey said.

"This is just your own opinion! As long as you give me a chance, I will be able to do this job well, don't look down on people, Darryl." The assistant said.

The handover was done quickly.

After the handover, Morey wanted to visit his old subordinates.

Some of you have been working together for many years, and it’s time to say goodbye, no matter what you do, you should be alone, right?

But the assistant stopped him: "Sir, it's really unnecessary. No one wants to see you. In fact, everyone is already looking forward to your departure."

"But after all, we have been colleagues for many years. Don't we even have any feelings?" Morey said.

"Have you talked about your feelings with everyone?" the assistant asked back.

Morey was dumbfounded.

Looking back on his more than ten years in the Rockets, his behavior style is indeed very cold, and he has never shown a gentle and amiable side to his subordinates.

Now that he had to leave, no one regretted it.

"Okay, I know."

Morey said sadly, he went to finish the financial settlement, and then went downstairs with his belongings.

Along the way, I met several people, but no one greeted him, and no one even gave him a second glance.

He went downstairs to his car and found that his car had been spray-painted with words: son of a bitch!

"Fake! Who the hell did it!?" Morey finally got angry and cursed upstairs.

No one responded.

"You guys are going too far! What the fuck are you doing!" Morey yelled.

"Zizi-"

Someone upstairs sprayed him with a water gun.

Sprayed directly on his face.

Morey wiped it with his hand and found that it was feces yellow and had a foul smell.

Is this shit added to the pee?

He hurriedly got into his car, not daring to stay, and drove away roaring.

This day was definitely the most miserable day for Morey.

none of them!

However, when Wang Fei woke up, the sun had already entered the room.

Liu Meijuan has already got up and is busy in the room.

Wang Fei grabbed his phone and checked his Facebook.

He saw the private message Eric Gordon sent to himself.

Looks like it was posted just a few minutes ago.

Opening the private message, Wang Fei saw Morey standing next to a graffiti-painted car, his face covered in excrement, and he was in a panic.

"Wang, Morey has completed the resignation procedures, and no one kept him. On the contrary, many people applauded the result. This was a gift given to him when he left."

Looking at this photo, Wang Fei couldn't laugh or cry.

Morey is too miserable, right?

Did someone throw feces and urine before leaving?

It stinks just thinking about it.

He checked the news again.

Many media have reported on Morey's dismissal.

"Morey left dismal, can the Rockets regain the favor of the Huaguo market?"

"The boots fell, Morey was fired, Fertitta finally couldn't take it anymore"

"With no one to keep him, Morey was fired. Did he deserve it?"

"Can Morey's firing stop the Rockets from continuing to fall into the abyss?"

Such news is really overwhelming!
Wang Fei opened it and flipped through it, but there was no media sympathetic to Morey.

After all, the Rockets are really miserable now, there are almost no sponsors, the market is shrinking, and the income is plummeting, which makes Fertitta, the boss, unbearable.

NBA bosses are not doing charity, they also need to make money!If you can't make money, but lose money instead, then no one will do this business.

From this point of view, firing Morey is the most sensible choice.

No one can stop the boss from firing an incompetent general manager.

Wang Fei opened his Baidu Post Bar again.

The post bar is also talking about Morey's firing.

"Happy! The culprit is finally gone!"

"The boss of the Rockets can really bear it. After enduring it for so long and losing so much money, he finally understands a problem: Morey is the scourge of the Rockets!"

"Haha! I'm so happy, Morey is gone! Now, the Rockets game should be able to continue to be watched in China, right?"

"When Morey left the Rockets, Wang Fei can go to the Rockets' jersey retirement ceremony for him without any scruples."

"It's great! After waiting for so long, I finally see this pig get out of here."

"It's a pity! Wang Fei has already refused to participate in the Rockets' jersey retirement ceremony for him. I wonder if Fertitta will be angry and decide not to retire Wang Fei's jersey."

After Wang Fei finished reading the post bar, he looked at Weibo again.

Looking at it, he found that Morey's dismissal was a trending topic on Weibo.

And his "Wang Fei jersey Lakers retired" is now the No.1 hot search on Weibo.

He opened his Weibo.

He hesitated for a while, thinking about whether to post a post to comment on Morey leaving the Rockets.

Later, when I thought about it, this comment was not very appropriate and could easily anger some people in the United States.

He is now an international sports superstar, and many people watch his every move.

Forget it.

Wang Fei posted a Weibo: Tomorrow at 8:50 am, my jersey retirement ceremony will be held at the Staples Arena, everyone is welcome to watch!In addition, Mr. Fertitta, the owner of the Rockets, has also decided to retire my No. 99 jersey. When it will be held, I will inform everyone at that time.

On this Weibo, Wang Fei also attached a short video of himself making faces at the screen.

Anyway, interacting with fans, sending some news about myself, posting some photos and videos, these are all routine operations.

After posting this Weibo, Liu Meijuan had already arrived at the bedside.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, touched Wang Fei's face and said, "It's past 9 in the morning, when do you get up?"

"It's rare to take a break and sleep in. I'll lie down and play with my phone," Wang Fei said.

"I heard that there are many beautiful fans of yours outside the hotel, and they even pulled up banners, hoping that you can return to the NBA. Why don't you go and interact with the female fans? They all look like gourds, hot Very good!" Liu Meijuan said with a wink.

"I don't like that kind of figure, but I like you the most." Wang Fei hugged Liu Meijuan's slender waist and said with a smile.

"Really?" Of course it was true.

"Hee hee! Don't you feel regretful that you only slept with one woman in your life? Oh! Maybe you have slept a lot behind your back." Liu Meijuan said with a smile.

Wang Fei shrugged helplessly: "Sister, it seems that you still don't believe that I am dedicated!"

"Heck! I believe it! You are dedicated, but the girls are so passionate, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist their pink attacks." Liu Meijuan said.

The two were talking, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

(End of this chapter)