"$100,000!"
"$120,000!"
"$150,000!"
The price quickly caught up to Jordan's jersey.
Just when everyone thought the bidding would stabilize, a crisp, resolute voice rang out.
"$200,000."
Every eye in the room instantly turned toward the bidder. It was Angelina Jolie, standing beside Li Fei.
She held up her paddle, a determined smile on her face, but her eyes were on Li Fei, as if to say: Your worth goes far beyond this.
Li Fei was somewhat surprised, then returned her with a grateful smile.
In the end, Angelina Jolie won the jersey for the astronomical price of $250,000, drawing thunderous applause from the entire room.
After the banquet, the two walked out of the hotel side by side.
"Thank you for your support tonight," Li Fei said sincerely.
"You're welcome." Angelina Jolie gave her handbag a little shake and winked. "Consider it a vote of support for my favorite player. But you have to promise me something—next time, get me a courtside ticket to one of your games."
"It would be my pleasure," Li Fei said with a smile. "Anytime."
"Then it's a deal." Angelina Jolie stopped, took out a pen and a notepad from her handbag, quickly wrote down a string of numbers, and handed it to Li Fei. "This is my number. I hope we won't have to wait too long before we meet again."
"Definitely." Li Fei took the note and carefully placed it in his pocket.
Watching Angelina Jolie get into her car and disappear into the night, Li Fei wore an amused smile.
That woman truly was unusual.
The next day, Madison Square Garden.
The Knicks would host their fierce rivals from the South Beach—the Miami Heat.
This was destined to be a tough battle. Li Fei knew very well that in the original course