Champion Creed
Chapter 763 - 763 259 The Rights of the Emperor Request for Monthly Votes!_2

763: 259: The Rights of the Emperor (Request for Monthly Votes!)_2 763: 259: The Rights of the Emperor (Request for Monthly Votes!)_2 In the midst of jubilation, Ted Turner sat in front of the locker, clutching the two O’Brien Trophies of the Hawks, covering his face and sobbing bitterly.

It’s rare for team owners to join in the players’ celebrations, but Ted Turner was an exception.

After drinking a few sips of champagne, he embraced the O’Brien Trophy and started to cry.

This was his last time experiencing a championship as a professional sports team owner, the feeling he loved most in his life, a feeling he would never taste again.

He didn’t mind his expensive suit getting completely soaked with liquor; he just wanted to savor this final exhilaration.

After the celebration ended, looking at the messy locker room, Ted Turner turned to an exhausted Roger and asked, “Hey, is there any liquor left?”

Roger searched for a while and found a bottle of unopened champagne on the floor, which he handed to Ted Turner.

Ted Turner set down the championship trophy, took the bottle, opened it, and took a big gulp.

“The news of the Hawks being sold will soon be announced to the public.

At the upcoming championship parade, I will introduce the new owner to the fans and then leave for good.

From 1977 to now, 23 years flew by so quickly.

But thanks to you, without you, I might not have experienced the joy of winning a championship until I sold the team.”

Roger patted Ted Turner’s shoulder, “At least you’re leaving embraced by championship glory.”

As the locker room celebrations concluded, Pierce decided as a Los Angeleno to take the whole team to party at a Los Angeles nightclub.

To prepare for the party, he specially wore a stab-proof vest under his T-shirt.

Before heading out to the nightclub, Roger, dressed in casual wear, used a VIP suite at the Staples Center and met Bruce Levenson and Steve Belkin for the first time.

When he saw Roger coming in, Steve Belkin excitedly approached him for a hug, exclaiming, “Legend, so glad to meet you!

Unbelievable, 15 wins with no losses in the playoffs!

In my opinion, you’re already the best player in history!”

The other major shareholder, Bruce Levenson, was much colder, just shaking Roger’s hand and saying, “Congratulations.”

Since Roger’s contract was due to expire this summer to avoid any accidents or misunderstandings, Steve Belkin got straight to the point, “You can trust us the way you trust Ted; we are also committed to building a dynasty, regardless of the cost.

You won’t encounter any issues here; you’ll still enjoy all the privileges you currently have, rest assured and go achieve greatness.”

Roger appreciated Steve Belkin’s frankness, but he knew that he couldn’t fully control everything.

He was one of the largest shareholders, the problem being exactly that he was “one of” them.

Roger turned his gaze toward Bruce, who merely smiled, not taking any stand on the matter.

It wasn’t a polite smile but one that kept people at a distance.

He refused to blend in with the players; he preferred to keep the distance typical between an owner and his players.

Roger had heard Eric Fleisher’s analysis, so he was clear that all Bruce Levenson cared about was the financial statements.

In their first meeting today, the stark difference between Steve Belkin and Bruce Levenson became very apparent to Roger.

Two major shareholders with completely different goals?

Each with their respective circles of support?

Exciting, damn exciting.

After the greetings, Roger also expressed his stance, “Of course I trust you; ultimately, any action that prevents us from building a dynasty is self-destructive.”

“Exactly, Roger!

You don’t even need to come down this summer for negotiations; we’ll deliver the max contract right to your home!” Belkin was excited, already slipping into his role.

Levenson stayed silent, just smiling.

“All right, we won’t keep you from celebrating with your teammates.

If you have any issues, you can contact me at any time.

See you later, legend.”

“Okay, Steve, goodbye.

Bruce, goodbye.”

After Roger left the luxurious suite, Belkin punched the air, “See?

I love his boldness!

Any action that stops us from building our dynasty is self-destructive.

That line, coming from him, feels inevitable!

We have the best players of our time, it’s fantastic!”

“But he’s still just a basketball player, no matter.

The Hawks have unlimited potential.

I’m also thrilled that we own the most profitable basketball player in the world.”

After the meeting, Roger and his teammates headed to the already arranged nightclub.

All the most sensational fruit platters in Los Angeles would be there today to spend a wonderful night with the champions.

Meanwhile, the Staples Center, having just witnessed the greatest championship in history, fell into silence, its excitement dissipated until the next fall arrived.

Phil Jackson was still in the locker room, reflecting on a series of failures since 1993.

Seven years, he had gone seven straight years without tasting the flavor of a championship.

Was he really about to become the next Pat Riley?

Pat Riley had accumulated great prestige while coaching Magic, but it was almost fully depleted now, to the point where some had started mocking him as the coach who “couldn’t win a championship away from Magic.”

Phil Jackson didn’t want to follow Riley’s old path, didn’t want to be the coach who “couldn’t win a championship away from Michael.”

Ironically, Phil Jackson was incredibly close to continuing to create greatness.