After getting off the plane, they found a hotel to stay in. Dempsey then began contacting Durant's agent.
After going through several channels, Dempsey finally got word that Durant was willing to meet them, just not now.
In other words, they had come all the way to Los Angeles in the middle of the night for nothing.
"Come on, let's go to his house."
Tang Tian suddenly stood up. The late-night drowsiness had not affected him at all; instead, he was excited, even more excited than he was on the court.
With the Pay-to-Win System, he felt that no difficulty on the basketball court was beyond solving.
But as part of management, all he could rely on was his own mind and eloquence. That was also what he had relied on in his previous life.
Conquering his own archrival and making him join him was like persuading an enemy to surrender in ancient times. It was extremely difficult.
"You know where he lives?"
Dempsey stood up as well, but his face was full of doubt.
"Carl knows."
Tang Tian had already picked up his phone and called Carl.
"But he might not be home during the Offseason, and his agent won't say where he is either."
Dempsey followed after him as he spoke.
"We'll try our luck. It's still better than going back empty-handed."
Tang Tian had already gotten through to Carl as he spoke.
Dempsey had no choice but to follow him out of the hotel.
They quickly got Durant's address in the Los Angeles suburbs and soon took a cab to the entrance.
It was a massive estate, and it was obvious that Durant knew how to enjoy life in private.
There were lights on in the house in the distance. It looked like someone was inside.
Dempsey