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    "I" Wade was about to say something when he was interrupted by Zeng Gong.  "Come, come, how about we have a drink in my room?" Drink?  Although Wade is not a very disciplined player, he still can't drink before a big game. After all, alcohol has a numbing effect on the nerves.  "Mr. Zeng, thank you for your kindness. You know we have a game tomorrow. It's not good to drink now." Wade declined politely.  "Haha, Dwyane, I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, my wine will definitely not get to your head, and I can still let you have a good sleep. If you don't come, I will call that guy O'Neal." Zeng Gong patted  He patted Wade on the shoulder and told him to relax and not be so nervous.  "Okay, let's just drink a little." Wade hesitated and agreed.  "That's right." In the room, Zeng Gong placed several wine gourds in front of Wade as if they were offering treasures.  "Let's see how it goes. These are all good wines, from the other side of the Pacific. How about we mix some?" Zeng Gong played with the wine gourd in his hand with great interest.  Wade was a little hesitant when he heard this. He didn't know much about the fine wine from China, and he hadn't even tasted it while recuperating at Qinglian Ranch.  But in his impression, Chinese liquor is too strong and he will definitely not get used to it.  As for bartending?  Can liquor be mixed? Anyway, he has never heard of it. Maybe it is available on the other side of the ocean.  "What? You don't think it's possible." Zeng Gong frowned.  Wade quickly shook his head and denied it. After staying at Qinglian Ranch for a while, he knew how stubborn Zeng Gong was.  "Forget it, I don't understand even if I tell you. In fact, there were bartenders in ancient China. The rich variety of wines at that time was unmatched by all the wines in the world. Today, you are in luck.  Come on, I'll let you try this ancient Chinese bartending." Zeng Gong was a little discouraged, knowing that Wade didn't believe him at all.  Baihua wine, as the name suggests, is made up of hundreds of flowers. The flowers are picked according to the season and put into wine jars for natural fermentation. The water comes from several springs in Qinglian Ranch and snow water from the top of the snow-capped mountains; and the various procedures are even more complicated.  It's so outrageous that if you fail in any link, all your previous efforts will be wasted, and the complexity can only be compared to that of Baiguo Liquor.  Nerhong, Sanggan wine, Hubei black rice wine, Laobaigan, etc.  "Okay." Although he was a little discouraged, Zeng Gong still mixed Wade a drink.  "Okay?" Wade stared blankly at the goblet in front of him, and looked at Zeng Gong longingly.  He was completely dumbfounded. He had seen a bartending competition before, but compared to Zeng Gong, it was so weak. He was so dazzled by his skills that he thought he was watching a David Copperfield performance.  The faint fragrance exploded with a bang.  Wade lightly sniffed the smell of wine, and couldn't help but feel refreshed, and he was so happy and innocent, listening to a piano, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.  Unable to extricate himself, the hand holding the goblet trembled slightly with excitement. With ruby-like temptation, what he faced was not fine wine but a beauty who became more and more beautiful and tasteful the more he tasted it.  Even though I can't hold the goblet in my hand firmly, I still can't bear to put it down. The distance and the feeling of loss are really not good.  "Huh." Wade took a sip, his expression quickly turned ferocious.  This wine, this wine, this wine.  He stared intently at the goblet in his hand. The floating clouds and catkins had no roots, and the vastness of the sky and the earth were flying in the sky. He was full of energy with one drum, and the warriors were high-spirited and climbed into danger. The cavalry stood out with swords and guns?  No, the little strings are like whispers, dripping on the jade plate, cherishing the trickle, loving the gentleness, the sound of nature, the wind blowing thousands of miles away.  The taste is complex and layered. Although Wade is a rough guy, he is enjoying it with his eyes closed, looking contented.  "This" How do you describe this?  At the end of the song, no one can be seen, and the peaks on the river are green.  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  The river and the sky are illuminated slantingly with a touch of red.  "Dwyane, what do you think?" Zeng Gong asked proudly, holding a glass of wine.  Wade¡¯s expression was the best proof, but Zeng Gong still didn¡¯t want to let him go.  "I, I don't know." Wade held the wine glass as if he was about to cry.  How do you want me to answer? Damn English, why is the vocabulary so lacking? Wade couldn't help but complain a little. He couldn't find the right words to describe it. It was both poetic, romantic and intense.  ¡°The black people can¡¯t even say their best raps because their tongues are tied.  "Then do you think the wine I mixed is better than what you drank before." Zeng Gong was even more proud, and it was not in vain that he spent a lot of thought on it.    "Is it wine?" Wade said with a wry smile.  He originally wanted to meet up with some friends to find a bar and have a few drinks after playing ball, but now he is being asked to drink as much as he wants. It is estimated that he will not have the desire to drink in the next few days.  "Mr. Zeng, you know, you have hurt me. We are going to have a drink after the game tomorrow. How can I drink now? That guy O'Neal doesn't know how to laugh at me tomorrow." "Then and I  What does it matter?" Old God Zeng Gong said on the ground.  "Well, it has nothing to do with you." Wade looked at Zeng Gong's rogue look, which was a little funny.  "By the way, O'Neal's contract is about to expire. He is not going to stay in the Heat. He wants to join your team." Wade suddenly remembered the conversation O'Neal had with him before.  "Welcome." Zeng Gong said with a smile.  "Although that guy is a little lazy, he is a deterrent enough. If you look at the current state of the game, who can say he is old." In fact, O'Neal had contacted him privately long ago, and the two had already reached a secret agreement.  "Who do you think the Nets will choose next year?" The strength of the Nets is there. Anyway, they are going to the lottery next year, and he is ready to prepare for a rainy day.  "John Wall, DeMarcus Cousins, Paul George, and Gordon Hayward are all good guys. It will depend on the Nets' luck." Wade shook his head. He didn't  The thought that one day he would help someone else draft, even if it was his future home team.  "Coach, what do you think of Old Nelson?" "Old Nelson? You are too old. He will probably retire in less than two years." Wade wrinkled his head. Although Old Nelson is good, he will be there soon.  Retirement age is approaching. In fact, frequent changes of coaches are also a kind of turmoil for the team.  Zeng Gong nodded, but he really couldn't find anyone suitable.  "Mr. Zeng, if you use Nelson, you have to find a successor now." Wade still reminded him that maybe when he came to the Nets, Nelson was no longer here, and he hoped that the successor would be a good coach.
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