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Ricky Davis's voice was loud enough for everyone in the locker room to hear.

Zhou Yi, who was packing his equipment, turned around, looked at Ricky Davis with his brows furrowed.

He knew that Ricky Davis, that bastard, was looking for trouble.

Bullying rookies is a common practice among veteran NBA players when welcoming them.

But for the top draft picks, the veterans mostly play harmless pranks.

Or perhaps the car is stuffed with popcorn, or you're carrying a childish cartoon backpack.

After all, the top draft pick is the strongest rookie in their class and is often the team's key player for development in the next few years.

But who would be foolish enough to boss everyone around?

Inside the locker room, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were watching everything.

The Clippers' chaotic locker room dynamics have fostered a habit among veteran players of simply enjoying the spectacle.

Everyone knows this was Ricky Davis venting his anger after the argument; he seemed to want to use this new number one draft pick to highlight his own status in the locker room.

"No, Ricky, I don't have time to play these childish games with you."

The words of Zhou Yi rang out.

If it's a healthy locker room relationship like the Spurs', Zhou Yi can also quickly integrate into the environment by combining the old man's pranks.

However, the Clippers' locker room is a mess, with too many lousy players.

Bowing your head today will only lead to more teasing and bullying in the future.

Zhou Yi's refusal made Ricky instantly lose face. He stood up abruptly, pointed at Zhou Yi's nose, and cursed:

"Fuck, is this how you talk to the old guys on the team, you damn Chinaman..."

Spittle flew everywhere, and foul, discriminatory language gushed from Ricky Davis's muddled mouth, instantly igniting Zhou Yi's fury.

Zhou Yi clenched his fists silently and walked directly towards Ricky.

Lovedale stayed close to Zhou Yi, and the round-faced Deng, who had been sitting to the side, gritted his teeth and stood with Zhou Yi as well.

"Shit, you want to..."

Before Ricky Davis could finish speaking, a huge fist swung towards his face.

The ugly head was knocked backward by the force of the punch, leaving everyone in the locker room stunned.

Baron Davis, who had been watching from the sidelines, rushed forward as soon as he saw Zhou Yi throw a punch.

"Fuck, Zhou, don't hit me!"

Baron Davis yelled and grabbed Ricky Davis from behind, seemingly trying to drag him away.

Ricky Davis, who was dodging Zhou Yi's punches, was suddenly pinned down by a pair of hands.

Slap! Slap! Two more punches landed on his face.

Ricky Davis's nose was bleeding profusely, and his eyes had become glazed over.

The stunned crowd snapped out of their daze, and Kaman quickly rushed forward and grabbed Zhou Yi.

Camby, on the other hand, expertly locked the locker room door from the inside.

The players rushed forward, trying to stop Zhou Yi from beating Ricky Davis.

Only Blake was muttering to himself in the corner.

"Great punch! Zhou is a player who loves boxing!"

......

In the Clippers' general manager's office, Mike Dunleavy was looking at the boy across from him with a headache on his face.

Twenty minutes earlier, he was upstairs organizing the tactics for tomorrow's training when he heard the staff shouting.

When the locker room door opened, Dunleavy saw Ricky Davis, who had been knocked out, being dragged out like a dead dog.

Zhou Yi sat on a chair in the locker room, with Lovedale and Round-faced Deng standing behind him, one fanning him and the other massaging his shoulders.

Baron Davis, looking terrified, handed Zhou Yi a bottle of mineral water like a little brother, and even wiped the blood off his fist.

Old Dunleavy clutched his head, feeling as if the sky had fallen.

Fortunately, fights often break out within the Clippers team, and Dunleavy is very experienced.

Ricky Davis was quickly taken to the hospital.

He also repeatedly ordered everyone on the Clippers team not to disclose the matter to the outside world.

After completing the follow-up work, he took Zhou Yi to the office on the second floor to learn about the situation.

"So, Ricky said some racist things to you, you fought him, but why did he act like a dead dog, while you..."

As Old Dunleavy spoke, he looked at Zhou Yi. The boy's handsome face wasn't even scratched, as if he had just been practicing with a sandbag.

"Oh, besides basketball, I also have a good understanding of boxing and fighting."

The words of the Book of Changes made old Deng Levy chuckle twice.

"Regarding this matter, I am willing to cover all of Ricky's medical expenses and sincerely accept the team's punishment to reflect on my actions."

"But I will not apologize. He is a racist that is unacceptable to American society."

The final interpretation of the Book of Changes was watertight, leaving old Dunleavy speechless with a discriminatory label.

He waved his hand dismissively, signaling Zhou Yi to leave the office.

After thinking for a long time, Dunleavy finally organized his thoughts and called his boss, Ballmer.

After a series of beeps, Ballmer answered the phone.

Old Dunleavy recounted the whole story.

"So, our top scorer only threw a punch after being subjected to racial discrimination, Mr. Dunleavy, what do you think should have been done?"

Ballmer's voice came through the phone, and beads of sweat were already dripping down Dunleavy's forehead.

He didn't want to lose his job in front of his new boss because he couldn't control the group of players who were fighting.

"They must be severely punished. Zhou and Ricky Davis should both be internally suspended and apologized to the team. Only in this way can we control these troublemakers."

Old Dunleavy spoke in a fierce tone, as if this was a way to control the troublemakers he was talking about.

"Heh, the Clippers' future is still young, so it's understandable that they'd get a little agitated when faced with discrimination..."

Ballmer paused as he spoke, and the experienced Dunleavy instantly understood what Ballmer meant.

Between Ricky and Zhou, Ballmer chose to side with Zhou.

"The punishment is a preseason suspension, but he can still practice with the team. Ricky's suggestion is to suspend him for the regular season, since racial discrimination is intolerable."

Ballmer's words made Dunleavy take a deep breath.

In the NBA, preseason games do not involve salary, so Ballmer's punishment had almost no substantial impact on Zhou Yi.

And that damn Ricky Davis not only got beaten up, but also had his regular season suspended and his salary docked.

Old Dunleavy began to feel that he should elevate the top scorer's status in the boss's eyes.

......

At his Washington villa, Ballmer hung up the phone.

His secretary knocked on the door and came in, placing a document in front of Ballmer and saying:

"President, this is the eleventh sponsorship the Clippers have received, and it's from across the ocean again. After Yao Ming's season ended in injury, more and more Asian sponsors have set their sights on the Clippers."

"To be precise, he is our top scorer."

Ballmer smiled and took the contract, opening it to reveal a fee with six zeros.

A glint of greed flashed in Ballmer's eyes as he quickly signed his name on the contract.

For a shrewd capitalist, a love of basketball is just a minor reason.

Acquiring the Clippers is not only about fulfilling a basketball dream, but also about making a business move for the future.

After finalizing the sponsorship contract, the secretary backed away, preparing to leave.

Ballmer called him over, thinking about what had happened at the Clippers' arena earlier that day.

"The Clippers, now relaunching, need a new general manager and head coach, someone willing to coach Zhou."

"Zhou is a basketball prodigy who can make money, and we need better people to support him."

"Tell Zhou that I will treat him to dinner next week. Children who have been criticized need some encouragement."