"But how did we do it?"
Li Fei smiled faintly. "Charles told the media, 'This kid's era has arrived, and I'm responsible for feeding him bullets.' But in the locker room, I told him, 'As long as we can win, it doesn't matter who's the boss. Championship rings will give everyone the answer.' We shared the ball, we trusted each other, and together we won the championship. Later, the 'Flying Pig' line was born. Like my 'Fei' line, it was a symbol of champions."
He paused, his gaze turning resolute once more.
"What is the core culture of Li Fei Brand? Victory! Teamwork! No matter how big a star you are, you must put the team's victory first. Kobe, your talent is beyond doubt, but you need to learn to trust your teammates more. Larry, Alan, your experience and abilities are indispensable assets to this team. We are a fist. Clenched together, we can shatter any opponent. Separated, we are merely five fragile fingers."
"A championship is the ultimate proof of all our worth. Whether it's reputation on the court or rewards in business, everything is built on that. Understand?"
"Understood, boss!"
Larry Johnson was the first to respond loudly. The lingering knot in his heart vanished beneath Li Fei's words. What he remembered was his own hunger for a championship.
"Understood."
Houston and Kobe answered in unison as well.
There was now a trace of thoughtfulness and awe in Kobe's eyes. He realized that he really had gotten a little carried away lately.
Li Fei nodded and clapped his hands. "Good! Go take a shower. Tomorrow, let those Sacramento hicks see just how united New York's championship squad really is!"
The following evening, Madison Square Garden.
Facing the visiting Sacramento Kings, a young team led by Chris Webber and