"I can drive you home later. Your home should be near Beverly Hills." Penny suddenly suggested and forced a smile.
I don’t know if the “sending Ethan home” she said was simply sending him home, or if it had other meanings.
But Ethan shook his head and refused without hesitation, and he refused without giving any chance.
Even this last resort was useless, and Penny had no choice but to give up.
After the reporters left, Ethan began to change clothes.
Due to his own interview, he was unable to take the bus to leave with the other team members, so Ethan planned to go home directly.
At this time, if Catherine had no classes, she should be waiting for him at the motel.
After stuffing the equipment and jersey into his backpack and changing clothes, Ethan just walked out of the locker room when he saw an acquaintance.
It was Rice. He seemed to be waiting for me.
"You have to tell me what is going on." Rice looked a little unbelievable.
"What's going on?" Ethan pretended not to know anything.
"Mom, how did my mother get in touch with you!" Rice said almost through gritted teeth, his body trembling a little.
Naturally, he also learned about the "rumors" between Ethan and his mother through the "Orange County Observer". During the days when Ethan went to participate in the All-Star Game, he also checked with some Norman players.
Some people clarified for Ethan, and some people said with certainty that Ethan must have given his mother away... In short, it was all there.
"You don't really believe those rumors, do you?" Ethan had a puzzled expression.
"I'm in Orlando, your mother is here...who knows where your mother is." Ethan shook his head.
Ethan was about to leave, but was stopped by Rice.
"Want to fight?" Ethan was a head taller than Rice, looking at him condescendingly, and then pushed him away.
Due to the difference in size, Rice gritted his teeth and still did not dare to act rashly.
He had to watch Ethan leave.
After leaving Canoga Park High School, Ethan called Lisa immediately and called twice in a row before getting through.
"What's wrong, you miss me so soon?"
"I think you need to clarify it with your good son..." Ethan said about what happened just now.
It's useless to explain this kind of thing yourself. Rice's mother has to speak for herself.
Moreover, Rice has a bad temper. Who knows if he will suddenly go crazy and give himself an American-style Iai. This matter must be resolved as soon as possible.
Not long after Ethan left the court, Rice also walked out of the court and walked towards the parking lot. At this time, the cell phone in his backpack rang.
"How was the matter handled last time?" came the mother's voice on the other end of the phone, straight to the point, which fit the image of a mother in Rice's mind.
"That matter has been resolved," Rice responded.
"Well, I'm very busy today, I'll talk about it later." Lisa pretended to hang up the phone.
"Wait a minute!" Rice immediately thought of something.
"Short of money again? Stop thinking about it and ask your dad for it." Lisa said unceremoniously.
"I want to ask... you and the team's Ethan O'Connor..." Rice hesitated as he was a little afraid of his mother's anger and didn't know how to speak.
"He? I know him. What's wrong?" Lisa asked.
"How...do you know him?" Rice's heart suddenly pounded, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
No matter what I said before, it was everyone else's speculation, but this time it was different. This was acknowledged by my mother herself.
"How else can we meet? Through her mother, her mother is a screenwriter and entrusted me to sell scripts. Her mother and I have a good relationship, and we chatted more. I originally wanted to try to get involved in the sports agency business, so I contacted Yi Sen O'Connor. Why are you asking this?" Lisa expressed confusion.
The words made a perfect time difference and the matter was settled seamlessly.
And Mia's script, "Sports Agency Business," is all true.
Rice recalled the "testimony" of his teammates. Lisa did appear with Ethan's mother at that time, and some details were correct.
Now I was completely relieved, and I took a long breath, only to realize that beads of sweat had formed on my forehead.
For a moment, he even thought about going to Ethan with a gun for an exchange.
"Oh, it's okay." Rice felt particularly relaxed.
"Why did you ask about him?" Lisa also asked at this time.
"Did you read the news from the Orange County Observer?" Rice had to answer.
"Do you believe the rumors from the unscrupulous media that outsiders believe? Are you embarrassed again?! Or is it because you got flour in your head? Stupid idiot!" Lisa yelled angrily, even more angry than Rice when he caused a big disaster. .
In front of Ethan, Lisa showed the utmost gentleness and tolerance, and was extremely good-tempered.
But to outsiders, Lisa still looks domineering, and even her own son is not immune.
Rice was scolded for more than a minute until he became disgraced and could not speak.
"Watch less Sacred Valley videos from now on! You won't have to worry about your own mother." Lisa hung up the phone.
Rice put down his heavy cell phone and sat alone in the Acura sports car, laughing.
It seems that my mother takes her reputation very seriously. Now that it has been determined, it is better not to mention this matter again in the future. Rice made up his mind and started the car.
And just as he drove the car out of the parking lot, Ethan was still walking on the streets of the Sacred Valley.
Although this area called "San Fernando Valley" is famous all over the world in a special way, in Ethan's vision at this moment, there is no difference between this area and the main city of Los Angeles.
Located at the northwest end of Los Angeles, it is a flat basin surrounded by mountains on all sides. The pass that connects it to the outside world is "Burbank". There are large residential areas here, and many people who work in Los Angeles live here. In fact, in these private houses, warehouses, and studios, there were three hundred dark sects gathered at the peak time, and there were hundreds of clubs. So much so that it has become the "Silicon Valley" of Los Angeles and even the United States. Of course, it is a different kind of silicon.
To talk about the origin of all this, we have to go back to "PLAYBOY", where the old bastard Hugh Hefner got his start. In the 1960s and 1970s, this was where the photo studio of Playboy magazine was located.
"How about settling here?" A thought came to Ethan's mind.
The script sold for a full 200,000 yuan, and it was time to move out of the cramped motel.
What he values is the pleasant environment, convenient transportation, and relatively low prices here, not those that are not available.
Just as he was thinking about it, a cool red NSX stopped in front of him.
The car window lowered, and it turned out to be Rice.
"Big star, do you want a ride?" Rice twisted his neck and motioned for Ethan to get in the car.
It seemed that Lisa acted very quickly and directly dispelled Rice's doubts.
Ethan naturally got into the car with peace of mind, he was afraid of nothing, he was just a teammate.
This car is even more slumped than Amy's convertible Porsche. Moreover, the space inside the car is relatively cramped, and Ethan is tall, which makes it a bit awkward.
It's uncomfortable to sit on, so I won't buy it.
Rice and Ethan chatted all the time, but they didn't mention anything about their mother. Rice mentioned the subsequent training and asked about the details of how Ethan handled some balls just now...
"Want to learn? I can teach you." Ethan said with a smile on his lips.
Ethan returned to the motel, only to find that neither Catherine nor Mia was at home.
At this moment, I also received a call from Murphy.
"A total of 101,000 US dollars, after deducting all handling fees, has been transferred to your account." Murphy informed the competition of the "prize" amount.
Relying on the 10,000 start-up capital given by Lisa, I saved nearly 20,000 US dollars through two games. After a charity sale, I also got a balance of several thousand US dollars, which was doubled five times, and I got so much money.
This is the two-year income of a normal American family!
So much money!
There is also Lisa's secondary card on the external machine for daily expenses. Ethan feels that he has now achieved a very basic level of "wealth freedom."
This is not the only good thing.
It wasn't long before Ethan received a call from Ellie from Florida.
"How can I send you the trophy?"
"I'll leave it to you first. I'll bring it over to California when I come back to play."
"In addition, many people want your contact information. They gave me a lot of business cards and said you are welcome to call for consultation at any time." Ellie continued.
After detailed questioning, Ethan realized that these people might be the intermediaries that Pat had mentioned. Behind it are high schools, universities, some sporting goods companies, and some organizers of private competitions.
Ethan said that he asked Ellie to keep those phone numbers first, and then Ethan called his new friend Pat at the All-Star Game to consult in detail about how to deal with intermediaries.
"Of course you have to contact them, and take the benefits these people give you, but don't give verbal promises, let alone any written promises. It's best to let your family members come forward. The players themselves need to avoid..." Pat gave many suggestions.
Ethan hung up the phone and thought about it before calling Lisa.
It took three more calls to get through. She seemed to be quite busy today.
"I don't have time to deal with your little things." Lisa responded.
In her eyes, these are really "little things". After all, what she needs to negotiate are the salaries of big stars.
"How about leaving it to Susan? She is more than capable of handling this. Just ask her for specific things, and I will give her instructions." Lisa suggested.
Lisa couldn't get away for a lot of time, so it was just right to leave it to Susan.
"That's it." Ethan nodded.
