Meanwhile, on the trading floor of the Wall Street stock exchange, the Li Fei Brand ticker traced a dizzying red upward curve, as though it had been strapped to a rocket.
Just moments earlier, several top Wall Street analysts had raised their earnings forecasts for Li Fei Brand. Combined with the encouraging news that the Knicks were overwhelmingly likely to reach the NBA Finals, this sent the brand's share price soaring another 7% during trading.
At the closing bell, its market capitalization stood at a staggering $42.5 billion!
This was more than a number. It meant that in the sportswear industry, an emerging empire with only a few years of history was overwhelming the two established giants, Nike and Adidas.
Jordan was getting old. His Air Jordans might have been classics, but they belonged to the past.
Li Fei was still young. He was the present, and the future.
Two days later, at Madison Square Garden.
The air carried a mixture of gunpowder and expensive perfume.
Spike Lee, dressed in an orange-and-blue suit, bounced around courtside, waving a towel.
The nationally televised broadcast swept across the stands. It seemed that half the big names in Hollywood and Wall Street had turned up.
This was Game 6 between the Knicks and the Bulls.
The Knicks led the series 3–2, with a chance to close it out.
For these "Super Bulls," boasting Jordan, Pippen, Malone, and Harper, with Ewing waiting on the bench, tonight was win or go home.
"Tweet!"
With a blast of the referee's whistle, the basketball went up into the air.
The game reached fever pitch from the very first second.
The Chicago Bulls had clearly arrived determined to leave nothing in reserve.
Jordan's eyes were as fierce as those of a cornered lion. He no longer conserved his