Champion Creed-Chapter 913 - 301: Master and Dog (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)_3

Michael Gillen didn’t expect Roger to be this angry: "Roger, I wasn’t saying you have to please Bruce..."

Roger continued speaking, rudely interrupting Michael Gillen.

"Shut the fvck up! Listen up! First of all, I’m not playing for you guys, I’m playing for the fans in Atlanta and my own career. So don’t talk to me about ticket sales, because I’m not doing this for you.

Secondly, do you have the nerve to talk to me about revenue? Your profits are just the by-products of my greatness!

That’s right, I’m the one giving you money!

So you need to act like a b*tch and figure out how to make me happy, understand?

Would a b*tch complain while serving you?

The whole world knows that without me, the basketball market in Atlanta would be worthless.

Before I came to Atlanta, the Hawks were selling the cheapest tickets in the league at a rundown arena, barely getting by with the lowest attendance!

If you make me unhappy again, next season I won’t be giving you handouts.

I’m the master, and you’re all dogs!

Why should I keep an unruly dog?"

Roger’s blunt words made Michael Gillen’s face pale; he knew very well what "I won’t be giving you handouts next season" meant.

This was essentially Roger’s first formal notification to management that he might leave next season!

"Calm down, Roger, we’re not there yet."

"No, I’ve put up with you guys for too long, really too long. You stupid suits better not get in my way again, don’t dare point fingers at me, don’t waste my time, and definitely don’t expect me to listen to you. Just shut up and follow me, picking up scraps.

As for whether you’ll get to enjoy the scraps next season, that’ll depend on my mood.

Tell Bruce I do what I want, and if he doesn’t like it, he can go rant in front of a mirror and leave me the hell alone!

Starting today until I achieve a three-peat, I don’t want to hear another damn word from him.

You, call him now and convey every word I’ve said! Don’t skip a single word!"

After speaking, Roger pushed his chair back and stood up.

Just then, the dishes were served, but Roger left without a backward glance, leaving Michael Gillen utterly humiliated.

Michael Gillen knew that just now, the relationship between Roger and the Hawks was completely shattered.

Michael Jordan’s various moves with the Bulls once showed the world how power shifted towards the players.

He could decide how many years to sign with the Bulls, could decide if the Bulls should trade Roger, could decide many things.

But ultimately, he had to beg Jerry Reinsdorf for a $30 million salary while preserving the championship lineup. In the end, the Bulls gave him up; this was the peak and end of his privileged power.

Now, that power continues to break limits in Roger’s hands.

In the past, teams gave up on players.

But this time, it’s the player giving up on the team!

Leaving the restaurant, Roger called Eric Fleisher.

"If I want to leave Atlanta next summer, where do you think would suit me best?"

Feeding his child, Fleisher froze, his spoon directly feeding into the kid’s nose.

"What?"

"Don’t be so surprised Eric; why don’t we pick a city on a US map, throw a dart, and see which city gets lucky and becomes great? Of course, find me a boss with a simple shareholder structure and few troubles!"

This is Roger’s confidence; he’s sure he can succeed anywhere.

Of course, he still has unfinished business in Atlanta.

The Detroit Pistons want to stop him?

Then kill them all in the playoffs!