From the moment Yang Mo came on the court, the outcome of the game was already decided. Although there was suspense about Yang Mo's participation in the NBA, he might become a mediocre player with no advantages in the NBA. But in China, he can
An all-around player who can play both inside and outside. Coupled with the run-and-gun tactics that completely choked the lifeline of the Mingyang team, it had no other possibility than losing.
In the end, the game declared garbage time with more than five minutes left in the fourth quarter, and both sides replaced youth team members to kill time.
Yang Mo's emergence changed the outcome of the game. The moment Yang Mo came off the field, the whole audience stood up and applauded him. Yang Mo is a well-deserved hero tonight. And his performance also successfully conquered the national team's reputation.
Team member, although Yang Mo is crazy, there is a reason for being crazy. People with strength will eat meat wherever they go. People without strength will only pick up shit wherever they go.
After Yang Mo left the field, Powell quickly turned off the DV. For him, recording the next scenes was of no use, and Mr. Riley would definitely not be interested in these terrible scenes.
After turning off the DV, he quickly walked down the stands and came to the bench of the Jinding team. At this time, Yang Mo was accepting compliments from Harris. Harris kept saying in Yang Mo's ears: "Brother, now I am one percent
I'm sure you can play in the NBA. You are a natural basketball player. I think that on the basketball court, belief is more important than skills..."
"Yes, Mike is right." Powell took over Harris's words and walked forward. He handed Yang Mo a business card with a smile and said, "Sir, I am the senior director of the Miami Scouting Department. I would like to invite
You go to our Miami trial."
"Wow, Mr. Powell." Before Yang Mo could react, Harris was already screaming from the side.
"Is he famous?" Yang Mo turned his head and asked Harris.
"It's very famous. He was the one who discovered Dwyane Wade. It was his idea to select Dwyane with the fifth overall pick in Miami." Mike Harris said with admiration: "At that time, Dwyane was nothing at all.
Not favored. His statistics in college were not outstanding, his physical fitness was not good, and his height was not good either. Now he is already the Finals MVP."
"Is it true?" Yang Mo looked at Powell and said with some surprise.
"It's true." Powell nodded and said: "I admire Dwyane's court temperament very much. In fact, he forgot to mention that I also recommended Haslem to Mr. Riley in 2003, and now he is in Miami.
Captain."
"Is that the short power forward?" Harris gestured to his nose with his hand, somewhat contemptuously.
"Basketball has a lot to do with height, but height is definitely not the only factor. I am very optimistic about this gentleman. Although his height is not outstanding, I believe he will definitely achieve success in the NBA." Powell said firmly.
Yang Mo took the business card and looked at it. He finally understood what was going on. It turned out that the scouts from the Miami Heat had taken a fancy to him. At that moment, he seemed very surprised. Before, he thought it was unreasonable to participate in the draft, but now he actually did.
The team came knocking.
He thought about it again, and then he remembered that the surprise that Yiyi mentioned yesterday was actually this.
Immediately, he looked gratefully at the rostrum, and saw that Yiyi had long since disappeared. When he didn't find Yiyi, Yang Mo didn't think much about it, thinking that he had gone to the toilet.
"Okay, okay, I will definitely go." Yang Mo quickly reached out and shook Powell's hand.
"Well, I'm waiting for you in Miami." Powell patted Yang Mo on the shoulder and walked away. He was very optimistic about Yang Mo, but according to league regulations, he couldn't have too much contact with Yang Mo. Some words could only be spoken.
That's all. He can't say to Yang Mo, 'Come on, man, we will definitely choose you', because there are many people here with mixed opinions. Once word spreads, it will constitute a secret deal. Then that damn Jewish businessman Stern will definitely
Waving the fine sheet to fill in an astonishing number and also forfeiting Miami's draft picks.
After Powell left, Yang Mo still couldn't believe it. At this time, Harris hugged him and said excitedly: "Yang, congratulations, you will be an NBA player soon. But before that, you have to find
An agent, NBA managers are all profiteers who eat people without spitting out their bones."
"Agent?" Yang Mo frowned. He hadn't thought of coming here yet and felt that this matter was too far away from him.
drop!
At the same time, the game ended, and the Jinding team won 100-82.
After the game, the Jinding team ran back to the locker room amidst the cheers of the fans. Back in the locker room, the general manager of the Jinding Group had been waiting for a long time. He shook hands with the players one by one with a smile on his face. After shaking hands, he put the ball in the center of the table.
The big travel bag opened, revealing bundles of RMB inside. Suddenly, everyone exclaimed, there is no reward more direct than cash.
When the general manager saw the players exclaiming, he smiled and said: "Here are five million, which is our bonus for winning this game. If we win another game tomorrow and win the championship, there will be another five million."
Bang bang bang bang!
There were rounds of applause.
"Now, we distribute according to work, who is our biggest contributor today?" the general manager asked loudly.
"Yang Mo!"
Everyone shouted Yang Mo's name without any objection.
The general manager smiled, took out ten bundles of RMB from his bag, and said, "This is one million, to be awarded to tonight's MVP."
Yang Mo had never seen so much money, but he didn't feel guilty at all. He stepped forward to shake hands with the general manager, took out a woven bag from the box, and stuffed all one million into it.
"Next are our five national players, as well as Harris, each with 500,000 yuan. The coach has 300,000 yuan, and the remaining 700,000 yuan will be distributed equally among everyone." The general manager quickly planned the distribution method.
No one has any objection to this. The rankings are clear and it is only fair to divide the money according to skills.
After dividing the money, the general manager said some nonsense, which was nothing more than encouraging everyone to keep working hard in the next game. Now everyone is busy counting the money, who has time to listen to him?
When he finished nagging, everyone left in a hurry.
When Yang Mo walked out of the lounge, Zhou Wenhai, wearing a black Armani suit, walked over and said to Yang Mo with a smile: "Is this classmate Yang Mo? I am Zhou Wenhai, Yiyi's father. I want to talk to you.
Let’s talk alone.”
Zhou Wenhai took the initiative to come to the door. Yang Mo suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, but out of politeness, he nodded and agreed: "Okay."
The two of them walked to a quiet corner of the corridor, and Zhou Wenhai took the initiative to speak politely: "Yang Mo, I hope you can leave Yiyi. In my opinion, the status difference between the two of you is too great.
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Zhou Wenhai tried to persuade Yang Mo to break up with Yi Yi as soon as he opened his mouth. This made Yang Mo uncomfortable, but considering that he was Yi Yi's father, he still held back his temper and answered kindly: "Why?"
"Because you are a basketball player." Zhou Wenhai's answer was very straightforward, and he looked down on basketball players.
"What's wrong with playing basketball?" Yang Mo defended unconvincedly: "If you play basketball well, you can still make money."
"But they are also a minority." Zhou Wenhai said with a chuckle, with disdain in his tone. It was obvious that he did not think Yang Mo could make a lot of money with his skills.
Zhou Wenhai's attitude was so arrogant, which made Yang Mo very unhappy, but he still suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and asked: "I want to know what Yiyi thinks."
"It doesn't matter what she thinks. I have the final say on this matter." Zhou Wenhai said forcefully, taking out a black card from his pocket and saying with an unconcealed disdain on his lips: "As you approach - one by one.
I know what you want. This is a VIP black card from Citibank. There is one million US dollars in it. Take it and leave here. Don't see me again in the future."
Snapped!
Yang Mo reached out and slapped the card in Zhou Wenhai's hand to the ground. Before Zhou Wenhai could react, Yang Mo's finger was pointed in front of his eyes, followed by a cold voice: "Remember what you did today.
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With that said, he turned around and walked out.
"Don't pretend to be tough on me. Next time I see you entangled with Yiyi, don't blame me for being rude." Zhou Wenhai's angry words came out.
"I will not appear in front of you before I become famous." Yang Mo's words were filled with a biting chill: "When I appear in front of you again, you will bear my insult."
After saying this, Yang Mo paused for a moment, turned around and added: "Tell Yiyi for me that I will not say goodbye to her when I go to the United States."
With that said, he strode outside.
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[Revised, the previous dramatic tension was too weak. PS, please vote for recommendation]
