It was 11:45 noon and it was raining heavily. In the autumn of November, such heavy rain was very rare.

Large raindrops hit Anjie's car window, and the wipers kept wiping, but they still couldn't stop the accumulated water from piled up on the windshield.

Outside the window, passers-by kept pointing at Anjie's car, and some even took out their phones to start taking pictures. Anjie's car is this rare Rx-7, which is no secret in Portland.

An Jie impatiently tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, and the on-board CD played the rap music he had recently started to study. Today is the day when An Jie attended the hearing, and at this time, it was only fifteen minutes away from the agreed twelve o'clock between the two parties.

If it were normal, Anjie could drive the car to the destination in just four or five minutes. But now, I don’t know if it was because of the sudden heavy rain, this street, which rarely gets stuck in traffic, is now blocked.

Because he was going to attend the hearing, Anjie was likely to miss the training at noon or even in the afternoon. Therefore, in the morning, Anjie was reluctant to leave with his teammates at the training ground until 11:30. At that time, Divac told Anjie to ask him to go earlier to avoid accidents. Anjie disagreed. It was more than half an hour to go from the Rose Garden to the Bomante Hotel. But now it seems that he really should listen to Divac.

The green light in the distance finally lit up, but the car at the front "hesitated" for a long time before starting and moving forward.

"It's so fucking! Can you drive faster!" An Jie was very annoyed. What else is more annoying than this when he encountered a traffic jam in a hurry?

In the conference hall on the fifth floor of Bomante Hotel, several men in suits and ties and two women in professional suits sat at the huge conference table. The guys looked at each other, but their eyes showed confusion and anger.

As a high-level group of nBa, people usually wait for them. Today, it’s 12:15, but the Chinese still didn’t show up!

"Dong!" Just now, the door of the conference room was pushed open suddenly.

"Sorry, sir, I told him that I will open the door, but..." a female secretary said pitifully.

"It's okay Lamb, you go out first." An old man with black-framed glasses in the conference room waved his hand and signaled the secretary to go down first. The tall man standing next to the secretary was the "culprit" of the rude door opening sound.

Of course, An Jie knew to knock on the door politely before entering, but the serious traffic jam would have lost all patience. The only thing he thought about was to come here as soon as possible, so he gave birth to the scene just now.

"Mr. An, we made an appointment at twelve o'clock. I thought you were a punctual person." The old man wearing black-framed glasses just now gave An Jie a lot and spoke.

"I apologize to you for my lateness. The traffic in Portland is not like this. Sorry, can you start?" Anjie said, taking off his coat that was soaked in the rain.

The officials present were stunned at first. They did not expect An Jie's attitude to be so peaceful. In fact, these guys were ready to fight the "butcher" to the end.

"Then let's get to the point." As soon as the words finished, the projector in the conference room released the game between the Trail Blazers against the Kings, a clip of Angel and Cousinsson's conflict.

Through the live video of the game, Angel only realized that Cousins ​​hit him and beat him Cousins, and he didn't feel very powerful. In fact, because the live video is too far away from the players, many actions made fans unable to feel the strength. For example, his punch from Cousins ​​is definitely not as "soft" as seen on the big screen.

"You know, Mr. An. Although DeMarcus Cousins ​​was indeed a foul, our referee had made the correct verdict at that time, and he had ensured the fairness and order of the game. We think that it is completely unnecessary and unsports-oriented to harass Cousins ​​later!" The old man's tone was serious, and the eyes of others fell on Anjie to see how he would defend himself.

"Well, when you were hit hard by someone who deliberately took the ball and hit the back of the head, you should indeed explain the truth to him and admit that you are a soft boy at the mercy of others." An Jie muttered dissatisfied in his heart. Of course, he could not tell these big guys his true thoughts.

"DeMarcus's foul was definitely to maliciously hurt my teammate Damien Lillard. I just walked over to see what my teammates are doing because of concern for my teammates. But at that time, DeMarcus Cousins ​​hurt me with basketball. You can't refute this." Anjie's tone was still peaceful and friendly. Divac and Ricard were afraid that Anjie's attitude would have problems at the hearing, which would lead to serious punishment. So before coming, the two guys had done enough homework for Anjie.

"This is indeed unquestionable. In fact, another hearing is also held in Sacramento. Cousins ​​will pay the price for his behavior, but now we are discussing you." Seeing that Anjie's attitude was good, the old man's tone was not as tough as he was at the beginning.

But what all the officials on the scene unexpectedly was that An Jie, who was unruly on the basketball court, was now as obedient as a sheep. He not only admitted that he had a bad impact on the league in that game, but also blew the zero-tolerance policy implemented by the league.

The officials all expressed their serious expressions and smiled. It seems that this Chinese person has a deep review of his mistakes. Choosing this guy to be the main propaganda force for nBa's overseas strategy seems to be a clear decision.

Angel's serious confession and his irrelevant praise for the alliance system. If Divac and Ricard heard it, these two guys would definitely be laughing.

In any case, An Jie left a good impression on the nBa official when the circumstances were serious and he was late. So Old Bai decided to give An Jie a lighter treatment. He banned one game and fined 15,000 US dollars. This is the final "verdict" of An Jie at the hearing.

According to the nBa Rule Chapter 12, Section 5, Article B, Article 5 of Chapter 5: "A player who strikes a punch will be considered as a violation of sports ethics. He will be directly expelled from the court and will be suspended for at least one game and fined no more than $35,000."

If it weren't for this regulation, the officials would even want to ban An Jie. Finally, the two sides shook hands and said goodbye with a smile. Afterwards, An Jie ignored the charming eyes of the front desk secretary at him. He quickly walked to the parking lot and returned to his car.

"It's so fucking!" An Jie thought that he would be exempted from punishment by putting on his own in the meeting. If he had known he would have been suspended and fined, he would have been too lazy to talk to those guys just now.

Anjie 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 thinking that you would be suspended for at least three games." Ricard did not exaggerate. After all, it is really uncommon for Anger to directly hit the opponent's face with one punch. In this case, the league will definitely not tolerate it.

"Is it so serious?" After hearing Ricard say this, Anjie's dissatisfaction eased a little.

"What do you think!? Do you know Ann, Cousins' result has just come out. He will be fined $35,000, suspended for four games, and deducted wages during the ban! I think this guy must have made a lot of big fuss at the hearing. After all, he will cause a lot of trouble to the league and referees every season."

"Oh, it's quite miserable. In fact, I planned to be tough with those big guys at the beginning. I wouldn't admit that I was wrong or apologize. But the damn heavy rain and traffic jam made me late, and being late was something I had to apologize. This was different from beating people. It was indeed my fault for being late. After all, others were waiting for me in advance. As a result, I was patient and didn't waste it to the end with him."

"Hahaha, you should thank the damn heavy rain and traffic jams. You beat a bastard, maintained a tough image in front of the media, and vented your dissatisfaction. But in the end, you received the lightest punishment. I want to tell me that this matter is perfect enough." Ricard laughed. The players training on the sidelines heard Ricard's laughter and probably knew the result of Anjie's punishment.

"Well, it's pretty good." Thinking of the league's severe punishment for Cousins, Anjie felt that his situation might not be that bad.

"Okay, you've finished the hearing so quickly. I think I have to do something to celebrate. Please step on the accelerator to the bottom and hurry back. Maybe you can still catch up with the final confrontational training?" Ricard changed his tone. This broken thing was over. Now, it's time for the team to continue the journey. Training is an indispensable part.
Chapter completed!