After a while, Barkley's call came through, and Gan Guoyang picked up the receiver.
"Charles, are you munching on a burger?"
"Bullshit, I'm in season mode, I've already started dieting!"
"You're playing against Jordan tonight, make sure to bring your A-game and aim to kill him out there."
"Did you guys place a bet or something?"
Barkley knew Jordan and Gan Guoyang well; those two would often make bets during training camp on all sorts of trivial matters.
It was the first match of the season for both Jordan and Gan Guoyang, and it would be strange if they didn't bet.
"That's right, we're betting on who scores more."
"I want half of that!"
"We didn't bet money."
"Then what's the point? Why the hell did you call me, just to interfere with my eating?"
With that, Barkley hung up the phone, but Gan Guoyang had achieved his purpose.
He figured Barkley would give it his all against Jordan in their first NBA encounter, even if not just to help him out.