from the golden generation

Chapter 23: Hot Goods

on the plane.

O'Neill changed his demeanor on the court and was very enthusiastic.

He also gave Yan Song a few packs of snacks, but Yan Song declined.

Chatted with O'Neill and Kobe.

However, during the exchange, Yan Song found that Lakers coach Harris was always staring at him.

Yan Song tilted his head, and the other party tilted his head.

Yan Song hid, and Harris stood up straight away, looking at it openly.

It made O'Neill laugh out loud, he understood what the coach was thinking.

The coach does want to trade with the New York Knicks.

Get Yan Song, the combo guard, over here, and.

Harris found that Yan Song is still growing, even if he is allowed to play small forward now.

but.

The New York Knicks have always disagreed, and Van Gundy even said that he would not agree to the deal with O'Neal.

After all, Ewing is also old.

And veterans always have the day to retire.

Once Ewing left, New York would not be able to fully unite if there was no unified boss.

One of these is that the players are proud and everyone wants to sit in this position.

The Knicks wanted a strong, unselfish player.

Then you can only hold on to Yan Song tightly, and you will not trade him until the time of crisis.

As for the contract, the Knicks are negotiating.

The management also felt that Yan Song's three-year contract salary of 360 million yuan was too little.

If allowed, the Knicks even want to sign Yan Song for life.

Because Yan Song is the first Chinese to enter the NBA.

It is bound to always attract attention from the East.

Second.

That is, Yan Song is really strong, and every veteran has a great evaluation of him.

Of course, this must contain a lot of water.

No matter what, Harris can only look at Yan Song in front of him, but cannot own it.

The old man took a sip of red wine, couldn't help but secretly scolded Van Gundy a few words.

When it was time for the Spurs' home court, a uniform black and white came into everyone's eyes.

Although Yan Song often played at home, it was his first time watching a game as a spectator.

Harris handed the bench to Yan Song and asked Yan Song to sit on the team bench.

then.

The game went on as scheduled, but Kobe was still a substitute and failed to play.

And on the field.

O'Neill is completely the overlord of the deep sea, relying on turning around to beat the opponent's center.

Hooks, one-arm dunks, and two-handed dunks, the Spurs' penalty area was dilapidated.

On the Spurs side, Wilkins used his height of [-] meters to score on Jones many times.

Jones is not a vegetarian either, and hit a few three-pointers.

But the Lakers' overall shooting percentage today is a bit low.

Many players in the first few quarters never hit a goal, which made Harris a little annoyed off the court.

"Yan Song, you go!"

"What? What are you playing?"

Yan Song was shocked, not only him, but also Kobe, Fisher and others.

He didn't hold any of the paper cups in his hand, and all of them were scattered on the ground.

"Let me go? I'm not on the Lakers."

Yan Song got up from the ground, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Did the Knicks trade me?"

Harris apologized again and again, covered his face, and said.

"Sorry. I made a mistake just now, Kobe, go up quickly."

The words fall.

Kobe grinned and ran onto the court, and the game was suspended.

Kobe got a rare opportunity, and Harris was extremely embarrassed.

Oops, old and confused.

He saw Yan Song sitting beside him.One didn't pay attention, and accidentally said what was in his heart.

"So embarrassing."

Everyone on the bench was silent, but they all looked at Yan Song.

"What's so good about this kid."

...

The game is finally over.

Today's sluggish crowd narrowly lost the Spurs.

O'Neal scored 6 points, Kobe played only [-] minutes and scored [-] points.

Yan Song didn't understand why the Lakers would rather let other players who were in a sluggish state play.

I also don't want to let Kobe have more time to play.

Although he only took two shots, he hit both times.

It's better than those fans who made one of eight shots and one of seven shots.

Yan Song pondered, sitting on the bench with his head down.

At this time, for some reason, the camera was aimed at Yan Song.

Spurs home fans saw the man on the big screen and cheered slightly to show their welcome to Yan Song.

The Spurs' home broadcast speaker also welcomed Yan Song with friendly words.

"Oh my God, how much is the league promoting me? I haven't played this game, I'm still watching the game away."

Yan Song was puzzled, but still smiled and waved to the fans.

And Houston, who was watching the live broadcast, had a strange expression on his face.

Looking at Yan Song who raised the corner of his mouth on the screen, he became more sure.

The fact that Yan Song ran away.

Although Yan Song really didn't have that in mind, he just wanted to go around more and see the world.

However, Houston guessed randomly, this is why Yan Song didn't know that he was fooling himself.

Otherwise, I have to single out him when I go back.

night.

Yan Song took a plane and flew back to New York.

He usually lives in the dormitory of the arena.

I saw Yan Song tiptoeing at the door with his tail between his legs.

Gently opened the closed door, and saw that it was pitch black inside.

Yan Song turned on the light, found that the backboard had been repaired, and wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead.

"Ah oh."

Yan Song glanced casually, but saw Coach Van Gundy sitting on the chair.

"Where did you fool around?"

"No, just be a guest, yes a guest."

Yan Song glanced up and down, but Van Gundy sighed.

Walking up to Yan Song, a contract was handed to him.

"what is this?"

"new contract."

After Van Gundy finished speaking, he opened the first page.

Yan Song adjusted his position and looked at the words above.

The above content is the same as last time, except that on the last page, the amount above makes Yan Song's head hot.

"One thousand two million in two years!"

"Coach, this..."

"Sign it, this is the Knicks, the entire collective, everyone decided together."

Yan Song took the pen, and his hands began to shake.

In other words, Yan Song's contract is 560 million for five years.

"Many, too many."

Yan Song still couldn't help being secretly happy, but he also had a strange feeling about the new contract.

Yan Song still did not speak, Van Gundy said.

"Your first contract was 600 million for three years, which is too little for you now, not even enough for some players for one year."

"This two-year contract of 1000 to [-] million is also to subsidize your previous amount."

"Actually, you still only get 310 million and [-] yuan a year. If you think about it this way, is it more reasonable?"

The words fall.

Yan Song no longer hesitated, and signed directly, 310 million a year, enough.

My material requirements are not too high now, 560 million in five years is enough.

This can be regarded as, in order to repay Ewing before, he won the opportunity to enter the Knicks and enter the NBA for himself.

To be honest, Yan Song really didn't expect that he could make so much money.

He had guessed it before.

Guess the Knicks will give themselves 200 million a year, or 240 million.

In short, the contract offered by the Knicks exceeded Yan Song's budget.

When Yan Song also signed the contract, he became a qualified shooting guard in the league.

　First more.

　　Thank you veterans for your continued support.

　　


(End of this chapter)