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After getting off the plane, they found a hotel to stay in. Then, Dell Demps started contacting Durant’s agent.

After a roundabout route, Demps got a message that Durant was willing to meet with them, but not now.

In other words, their late-night trip to Los Angeles was in vain.

"Let's go to his house."

Tang Tian suddenly stood up. He wasn't consumed by the late-night drowsiness, but rather excited, even more excited than he was on the court.

Because he had the Goldfinger System, he felt that any difficulty on the basketball court could be solved.

But as a manager, he could only rely on his own brain and eloquence, which was what he had relied on in his previous life.

Conquering his nemesis and making him join his team was as difficult as persuading an enemy to surrender in ancient times.

"Do you know where he lives?"

Demps stood up as well, but he was full of doubts.

"Karl knows."

Tang Tian had already picked up his phone to call Karl.

"But he might not be home during the offseason, and even if he is, the agent won't tell us."

Demps added.

"It's better to try our luck than to go back empty-handed."

Tang Tian had already gotten through to Karl while speaking.

Demps had no choice but to follow him out of the hotel.

Durant's address in the suburbs of Los Angeles was quickly obtained, and they quickly took a taxi to the front of the house.

It was a huge estate, showing that Durant knew how to enjoy life in private.

There were lights on in the house in the distance, indicating that someone was inside.

Demps couldn't help but look at Tang Tian with new eyes.

He had managed to guess right.

Tang Tian smiled. It was actually easy to guess.

With the free agency market just opening, Durant's house must be very lively. He guessed that the Lakers' management was probably in the estate right now.

They walked to the gate, and a security guard came out of the booth.

A black man with well-developed chest muscles and a serious expression.

But when they walked up to him, the black man was stunned when he saw Tang Tian's face, followed by a sunflower-like smile.

"Godfather?"

The only way an ordinary person could recognize Tang Tian’s nickname in a strange place was if he was a fan.

"You really are the Godfather! God, I really saw you!"

"Just call me Mike, I'm your fan."

The black man's next words confirmed his judgment.

Demps' eyes widened in disbelief.

Durant's bodyguard was Tang Tian's fan?

It sounded unbelievable.

"Mike, we're here to see Kevin, is he home?"

Since he was his fan, things were much easier. Tang Tian went straight to the point.

"He is, but I advise you not to go in right now, because Ms. Jeanie and Mr. Magic are inside."

Mike was really honest with his idol.

"Well, can we wait?"

"Of course, you can wait in my booth. When they leave, I'll contact him."

Mike was very enthusiastic.

Tang Tian and Demps went into the booth.

Demps still found it unbelievable after entering. Things were going much smoother than they had expected.

"You're really Tang's fan?"

"Yes."

"And you're really Kevin Durant's bodyguard?"

"Yes!"

Demps couldn't help but ask.

"Does Durant know you're Tang's fan?"

"Yes, no, he doesn't, it's a secret, I hope you don't mention it when you see him."

Mike made a shushing gesture.

Demps shook his head with a wry smile.

He wondered what Durant's expression would be if he knew.

"Tang, my daughter is your super fan, can you sign an autograph for her?"

"Of course."

Tang Tian was always good to his fans.

Mike turned around, took out a pen from the drawer, and then... started unbuttoning his clothes.

Jacket, shirt, and then the innermost layer turned out to be Tang Tian's No. 31 Spurs jersey...

Even Tang Tian was shocked.

Wearing his jersey to guard Durant's door? This guy was too exaggerated!

"I prepared it for this moment, I believe it will be useful someday."

Mike explained with a smile.

Tang Tian suddenly found this black man quite cute.

After signing the autograph, they started chatting, and they chatted for more than half an hour.

Compared to waiting dryly, time obviously passed much faster.

After a while, the phone in the booth rang. It was Jeanie Buss and Magic Johnson leaving.

Mike told them to continue waiting in the booth, then got up and opened the iron gate in advance.

A Rolls-Royce drove straight out from inside.

Mike also quickly made a phone call inside.

"They've been waiting for more than an hour. They drove overnight from New Orleans. Yes, I can feel their sincerity..."

Listening to Mike trying his best to speak for them on the phone.

Tang Tian couldn't help but laugh. He suddenly felt that this autograph was worth more than its price.

"Mr. Durant is waiting for you in the living room."

Mike was full of pride when he finally put down the phone, as if he had done the greatest thing in his life.

"Thank you, Mike, write down an address, give it to us when we leave, and I'll send your daughter a gift."

Tang Tian didn't let Mike work in vain, turning around and saying to him before leaving.

Mike certainly wouldn't refuse, nodding excitedly, and immediately turned around to write the address after Tang Tian and the others entered the estate.

The living room was easy to find, just follow the lights for about five or six hundred meters.

When they went inside, Durant was leaning back on the sofa in the living room.

He looked a little tired, after all it was late at night, and he had probably been negotiating with Jeanie Buss and the others for a long time.

Durant snapped his fingers, and a servant led them to sit down on the opposite sofa, then made them two cups of coffee.

"I know Mike is your fan."

Durant's first sentence surprised both Tang Tian and Demps.

"Did you install a bug?"

That was Demps' first reaction.

Durant shook his head.

"Then how do you know?"

Demps was really confused by the things happening at Durant's estate.

"Tang, don't you think it's a pleasure to have your fan as my bodyguard?"

Durant sat up straight, looking directly at Tang Tian with a provocative look in his eyes.

"You!"

Demps was so angry that he almost slammed the table.

Durant was seeing them to humiliate Tang Tian in person!

Tang Tian shouldn't have come!

Tang Tian smiled and reached out to stop Demps.

Durant was his nemesis, and he must be very hostile to him in his heart. If he was polite, that would be a real ghost in the middle of the night.

On the contrary, he felt that Durant's sneaky behavior was very Durant, very real.

"You're not angry?"

Durant didn't expect Tang Tian to react like this, which was obviously different from what he had expected.

He had expected Tang Tian to slam the table and leave.

"Why should I be angry?"

Tang Tian asked in return.

Just because Durant used his fan as a bodyguard?

Please! Apart from making Durant feel good about himself, what does it have to do with him?