from the golden generation

Chapter 11 A New Beginning (Please recommend a ticket for collection)
After David Stern finished speaking, Yan Song stood up with a smile.

Accompanied by the applause and cheers of the people around, they embraced Coach John.

"Come on, kid."

The coach tidied up Yan Song's tie, and watched Yan Song take the stage like an old father.

Yan Song walked onto the stage excitedly and put on the New York Knicks team cap.

Shake hands with David Stern for a photo.

When David saw Yan Song, he asked with a smile.

"Are you Asian?"

"Yes."

Yan Song was startled, could it be that the president of the NBA is also racist.

Not really, David continued.

"Are you from China? That beautiful place."

"Yes, I'm from there, that's my home country."

After hearing Yan Song's answer, David Stern smiled even more happily and asked the last question.

"Then do you have American nationality? Or where are you from?"

"I don't have American citizenship, I'm a Chinese from the north."

The words fall.

David Stern hugged Yan Song directly.

I think he went to China himself to open the door of China's NBA market.

But the effect is not very good, and the joining of a Chinese person is bound to break this point.

I just need to promote and give Yan Song enough exposure.

David secretly made up his mind.

After a few simple speeches, he officially became a member of the New York Knicks.

In the afternoon, the New York Knicks arranged an agent for Yan Song.

It was a big black guy who looked like a thug.

"Mr. Yan, hello."

The black man extended his hand politely and shook hands with Yan Song.

"Hello."

Yan Song responded politely, and the people on the side introduced him.

"This is your agent from today, David Osborne, 33 years old this year."

After finishing speaking, the black man nodded politely again.

After the man finished speaking, he left the two of them alone.

After seeing people leave, the big black David said excitedly.

"You need to see this."

With that said, the other party took out a newspaper.

It was printed at noon.

The man above is hugged by David Stern, and that man is none other than that.

It's really Yan Song.

"How did I get into the newspaper?"

"I don't know, the president is sending someone to promote you now."

"Promote me? Not so much."

Yan Song was puzzled, how could he, an unknown junior, be treated like this.

The black man rolled his big eyes, leaned on Yan Song's ear, and said.

"Maybe it's because you are from Huaxia. President Yan opened the door to Huaxia, so people like you are needed."

David started to gossip, but Yan Song felt very good.

"Let's forget it first, I'm going to talk about the contract first."

After Yan Song finished speaking, he pulled David to go out.

But it was pulled back by David.

"I gave you the contract, the New York Knicks did not trade you."

David finished.

He took out the contract and put it on the table.

Yan Song was not in a hurry and asked.

"I wasn't traded? Someone was traded."

"Yes, the Bucks traded with the Timberwolves, and Ray Allen and Marbury swapped players."

After David finished speaking, he handed the pen to Yan Song.

Yan Song looked at the contract amount above.

"Five million in three years."

Without hesitation, Yan Song signed his name, and then asked.

"What's the contract for AI?"

"I heard that it seems to be about 800 million in three years."

The words fall.

Yan Song's back shook, and Iverson's salary was more than double his own.

Worthy of being a champion.

Yan Song suddenly felt a sense of crisis, changed his jersey, and rode a bicycle to the arena.

When Yan Song arrives.

No one in the arena.

Immediately took a basketball and practiced first.

After all, the next time the new season starts, we have to wait until November, but it's only June, so it's still early.

But you can't slack off, you have to make good use of your time.

As long as you make full use of these four months, you can still make great progress.

"Yan, you're here so early again."

Yan Song had just thrown a ball, and one person walked into the arena again.

It's Alan Houston, who is the same shooting guard as Yan Song.

He averaged 19.7 points per game last season.

Is a very good defender, but he is a Knicks player who just arrived.

He was originally in the Detroit Pistons and just joined.

"Are you going to score another thousand goals today?"

Houston threw the ball that Yan Song just made to the opponent.

Yan Song smiled and nodded, followed by a three-pointer and made another hit.

"It's getting more and more accurate, heads-up?"

Houston offered his hand, but Yan Song didn't refuse.

Yan Song threw the ball to the opponent, and he will execute the first attack.

Houston passed the ball to Yan Song, but he hadn't stepped forward yet.

Yan Song made a sharp breakthrough with his right foot, made a three-step layup and scored.

"Don't let the water go."

Yan Song laughed.

In the past few months in New York, not only his basketball skills have improved, but his trash talk has also improved by leaps and bounds.

"Humph."

The two switched defenses.

Houston received the ball, first dribbled the ball under his crotch a few times, and then made a confident three-pointer.

Unfortunately, the ball was touched by Yan Song's fingers.

The basketball trajectory changed and hit the top of the basket.

"My hair!"

Houston has a black line of question marks on his face, you can feel it, what did you eat to grow up.

thinking.

Houston looked at Yan Song's calf.

The opponent's calf muscles were as solid as a rock just by looking at them.

"Three-pointers are not shot like this."

Yan Song laughed.

After saying this, he swept the ball low, and separated Houston's hand from his body.

Find space as soon as possible, jump up and shoot.

"when."

The basketball hits the hoop, Houston said.

"Play board, pussy ball!"

Yan Song just smiled and said nothing, okay, okay, whatever you say is what you say.

Anyway, I will get my face back on the court.

then.

The two played a few more balls, and the internal players arrived one after another.

Watching the one-on-one match between the two, there will be wow sounds from time to time.

"nice shot."

Ewing watched Yan Song lean back to the limit and hit the basketball into the frame.

Yan Song didn't say a word, he and Houston had already entered the state at this time.

Houston attacked with the ball and pushed Yan Song some distance away from the basket.

Then he raised his right and jumped left, and made a layup with a European step.

"Don't you dunk? I haven't seen it."

Houston also started to mock Yan Song, Yan Song glanced at him,
Aren't you just five centimeters taller than yourself?What are you arrogant about? See if I won't block you for a while.

Yan Song was bragging in his heart, but he had never dunked a basket, and he mostly shot shots.

But logically speaking, Yan Song's explosive dunk is absolutely fine, and everyone is drinking their drinks with great interest, waiting to see the good show.

Yan Song held the ball and made several crotch dribbles.

Then he made a step with the ball in his left hand.

This action is what he uses the most, a step shot.

Seeing Yan Song shooting, Houston hurriedly stepped forward to block the shot.

Yan Song missed the ball and ran out with a big laugh.

under the gaze of the crowd.

Yan Song is like a sports car. He holds the basketball high in his right hand. After taking two steps, he jumps up and smashes the ball into the basket.

This also seems to announce that there is an official dividing line between the past and the present.

　The second is coming
　　
　
(End of this chapter)