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11. Life is like a play, it all depends on acting! (2)

Speaking of this, Morey paused for a moment, as if he wanted to hear what Yang Fan meant.

However, after pausing for a moment, Morey found that Yang Fan did not say a word. This situation obviously made Morey's heart tight again, but after gritting his teeth, Morey said with a shameless face.

"Haha, Coach Yang, since this is your first time entering NBA, then as a senior, I decided to give you a generous gift."

"What do you think? I'll take out Nicholas Batum, you'll take out Dante Greene next round draft pick next year. This is simply a win-win deal. I wonder what Coach Yang thinks??"

Hearing that "dog thief" of Morey was so frightened, Yang Fan had scolded him ten thousand times in his heart, but he pretended to be a novice and replied:

"Add a draft pick, I think it's OK, then that's the decision. You use a Nicholaska draft pick, and I'll trade Dante Green to you."

"Mr. Darrell, then celebrate our happy cooperation in advance?!"

As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, Morey was stunned on the other end of the phone.

"No, no, I think Coach Yang, you don't understand what I mean. I mean you want to take out Dante Green, plus a second-round draft pick next year, and then I can trade Nicholas to you, instead of me giving you a draft pick."

While explaining to Yang Fan again, Morey complained in his heart:

"What's going on with young people nowadays? Why did you have to recite your ears at a young age?"

However, before Morey could think thoroughly, he heard Yang Fan's slightly cold voice coming from the other end of the phone.

"Haha, Mr. Darrell, you are really sincere. I hope you will keep Nicholas in the team and train them well. I don't think we need to continue talking."

After saying this, Yang Fan hung up the phone directly, without any intention of explaining to Morey.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Fan breathed a long breath. As soon as he picked up the mineral water on the table and took a sip, he heard Prostie beside him ask with confusion:

"What's wrong with Fan? The bullet collapsed?"
Chapter completed!
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