This point guard is great

Chapter 2 Anyone Want Me?
The timeline goes back to draft night.

June 2001, 6, a day destined to go down in the annals of history, too many stories or accidents have happened today, and the night is already dark. Rookies are looking for good buyers, and team owners are also buying and leaving. They are all leaving the stage one after another, but every year, there are always one or two people who still have hope, and want to find that lost pearl in the boundless sea.

This year, there is still someone unwilling to stay, his name is Jerry Krause.

Maybe this name is not very familiar to everyone, but when it comes to the best product in his hand, everyone must know it, because he is from Chicago, and his best product is the famous Michael Jordan.

This is a top manager with six dynasty rings on his hands.

Although Jordan and the Bulls have been out of touch for a long time, don’t say it, the saying that birds of a feather gather and people are divided into groups is always very reasonable, because as a close comrade-in-arms of Jordan, Klaus’s goal this year is also Kwame Brown.

But unfortunately, although it is bad enough, the Bulls are not lucky this year. They only have the No. [-] pick. Klaus also thought about trading up, but seeing that the No. [-] pick is a Wizards, the old man will not waste his energy.

Yes, that guy is that kind of person.

Although Kwame Brown is out of play, Klaus doesn't think it's a loss to receive Eddie Curry and facilitate the trade between Brand and Tyson Chandler.

But since there is a combination of Eddie Curry and Tyson Chandler's Big Mac inside, why not take in the undrafted kid.

People always have to look forward to Sichuan.

Ma Hong, who didn't know that he would be missed, has returned to the hotel.

Without turning on the light, Ma Hong sat alone on the sofa. How can anyone be so free and easy? After two years of hard work and more than 600 days of hard work, he fell on the last step. No matter how open-minded he is, he will always feel angry and unwilling.

In the dark, Ma Hong sat silently for 5 minutes. Well, I don't know how long he sat there, but he said 5 minutes, let's say 5 minutes.

People, you must have some Ah Q spirit. The past is always just the past. Put down the photo on the table of May Brown with his arms raised behind him as a background board, with Mahon and Christine each holding a basketball, and put it in the drawer.

Decadence, can only allow 5 minutes, and then, Ma Hong will have to prepare for the way ahead.

He also holds a turnaround card in his hand, a reward box that allows Kwame Brown to dominate the NBA as the number one high school student in the United States. Here we must say that his system is really unreliable. Others' systems are as long as they perform well and play 13, or they can become stronger if they get some honor.

But Ma Hong’s, it’s not. His broken system needs to bind teammates, and then train teammates. The small achievements of teammates will provide him with good attribute points, and the phased achievements of teammates will provide the maximum attribute enhancement. When teammates have life-changing highlights, Ma Hong can get a special treasure box.

The white chocolate magic pass before was the first gift Mahon got when he came to this world. It was called a novice gift bag. After all, the system couldn’t stand Mahon’s physical fitness, and the treasure box provided by Kwame Brown’s high-gloss achievement in his hand was the capital for Mahon to turn around.

How strong the magic hand is, that is the existence that has made Mahon invincible and deceived the entire United States in the past two years.

At this moment, the old big brother that was thrown aside rang, er, well, at this time, maybe this thing is not that old, and it is a luxury item worth more than 2000 US dollars.

Mahon let go of his expectation of opening the box and answered the phone. The voice on the other side came from Michael Jordan, who had been very optimistic about Mahon.

"Hey, young man, don't hang up. I know you may be in a bad mood right now, but I hope you can understand that business is like this. Your passing skills are the best I have ever seen among my peers, but there is no way. Your physical fitness is too weak. You can't adapt to the NBA. I know you are outstanding. Maybe you don't play. Going to Wall Street is more suitable for you."

Not used?

Boss Joe, you don't know anything about cheating.

"I won't prove anything to you, but I will definitely go to the NBA, and I won't make you wait long." Mahon's voice was a little hoarse, and he hadn't drank water since the draft.

Michael Jordan on the other side of the phone was practicing ball control with his arms around a Latino beauty he didn't know 5 minutes ago. Damn it, he loved Mahon's personality. This guy's height is less than 1 meters, but his temperament is at least 8 meters, which is a little worse than his 2 meters temperament.

If it wasn't for his poor talent, Jordan would have given Mahon a decent chance to enter the NBA anyway.

Pity.

Jordan sighed: "You are really persistent. Well, now the Wizards don't have a place for you, but I can give you a chance to play in the Development League. I will go and say hello to the coaches there. If you perform well, you will have a suitable substitute position, and you can play with Kwame in the future. Speaking of which, I will send you a $10 guarantee check. Tony, this is really all I can do for you."

10! ?

The eyes of the Latino beauty in Jordan's arms are brightened, and the body is softer.

But Ma Hong looked at the big brother in his hand, and was silent for a moment, wanting to complain to Jordan that you don't know anything about my financial strength.

Being put on pigeons for no reason, this tone!
Turning his head slightly, Ma Hong finally said to Jordan silently: "I won't go to the Wizards, so let's make a bet if you have so much money that you have no place to store it."

Jordan let go of the 'ball' with 36F in his hand. What can make an LSP let go of the ball-handling responsibility? Yes, it is gambling. Boss Joe likes three things other than basketball in his life, smoking cigars, sleeping with Latino girls, and anything related to gambling!

So, if you want to talk about gambling, then Jordan is really not sleepy.

"Tell me, boy."

In the darkness, Ma Hong's eyes flickered with the eyes of a hunter: "Just bet this 10, at most one year, I will definitely go to the NBA to find you as a regular starter. If I can do it, you have to put this 10 in your championship trophy and give it to me in front of the media!"

"Hahahaha, kid, this is the funniest joke I've ever heard, but even if I'm willing to give you this chance, why would you bet with me?"

"One million dollars, if I lose, I will give you one million dollars!"

"That's it? Kid, do you know that my monthly pocket money is more than this amount?"

"Michael, if I bet with you, it depends not on what you want, but on what I have. If it is the famous Jordan, you will also be afraid of losing, and you will admit that you have lost your eye?"

Regardless of how thick Jordan's face will be after being repeatedly beaten by reality in the future, anyway, at this time, Jordan's golden body has not been broken. Instead, everyone has high hopes for Kwame Brown, who he selected.

In other words, people are deader than people. Kwame Brown's skills are rough, but his physique is unreasonable. Mahon is just the opposite. His physique is weak like an athlete, but his skills are so perfect that Jordan really thought he saw Johnson again.

"Although I know you are using the aggressive method, you should call it that way, but the great Michael Jordan will give you this opportunity. We have made a deal. If you lose after one year, remember to collect enough 100 million. Otherwise, I will not show mercy. You should be ready to be my caddy to pay off the debt."

After making a bet, Jordan took out a special extended cigar in his pocket, took a puff vigorously, and enjoyed the thrill of this moment. Although he didn't know why, Jordan felt like it was two or three seconds after the event.

"It's a word."

Ma Hong hung up the phone, feeling a little complacent.

Although it is somewhat inhumane to dig such a big hole for a person who cares about face and has some mental disabilities, but there is no way, who let you Jordan have more trophies, and you can get one.

When people are in a depressed mood, they need some channels to vent. You see, Ma Hong feels that he is all right now after this shaming of Jordan. He also wants to turn on the light by the way, and then look through the phone book to see where to eat next.

After all, he used the trophy to pay himself in front of the media, how could Michael have the face to take the trophy back?

Just when Ma Hong was about to change his clothes, the big brother who was put aside rang the bell for the second time tonight.

"Tony Mahon?" An old voice came from the phone.

"It's me, may I ask who you are?" Ma Hong has a very good memory, and he believes that he will never forget a voice he has heard before. In other words, he does not know the person on the phone.

I didn't know he still had his phone number, so I was a little excited. After all, strictly speaking, it was still draft night.

That's right, the current time is 6:27 on June 11th, and there are still 50 minutes before the end of the draft night!

"I'm Jerry Krause, and I want to ask if you're interested in coming to Chicago."

As a second high school student with a reputation throughout the United States, is it an insult to be pushed by the team to play in the summer league to test the waters?

What an insult, don't you see how many people sharpen their heads and submit their resumes every year, just for this opportunity to enter the NBA team's vision. How can the NBA be so easy to advance? If you look at the water dispenser in the NBA, if you want to change the league, maybe someone has more data than Jordan.

So, it's not that the individual is awesome or not, but how awesome the place he plays is.

Originally, when Jerry Krause made the call, he was a bit unconvincing. After all, Ma Hong was too young. Who hadn't been young and frivolous when he was young, let alone Ma Hong who had made great achievements.

The person who made the call was supposed to be Jerry Krause's assistant, but in order to comfort Ma Hong's face, he made the phone call himself, and even thought about how he would persuade him when Mahon refused. After working with Jordan Rodman for so long, Krause is very confident in his skill of "fooling people".

It's not that Jerry Krause is reluctant to give up a contract, but that the team is not one-sided. If he pulls an undrafted pick into the team, there will be a lot of opposition, and the resistance will be unexpectedly large. Such a thing is not a good thing for the team or for Mahon himself.

At this time, letting him go to the summer league to test the waters is a compromise and safe suggestion.

And Klaus didn't let Ma Hong play for free. Like Jordan, Klaus knew nothing about Mahon's financial strength, so he offered 2000 US dollars for a game, and the price of board and lodging was considered a subsidy.

I didn’t encounter any of the expected difficulties, and the contact process was unexpectedly smooth. The messy things were discussed, and it didn’t take 5 minutes. Look at the time on the wall. This draft night, Mahon finally entered the Bulls. At this moment, it’s hard to say why, but Jerry Krause felt like a historic moment.

He also asked the assistant to take a picture of this moment by some mysterious error.

Jerry Krauss took the simple contract with Mahon's photo on it. This thing has not been signed by the parties, of course it will not work, but if you are older and love to play, Jerry Krause is still ready for everything.

Holding the contract that just posted Mahon's photo, pointing to today's clock with 1 minute left, Jerry Krause even put on a draft night suit.

Press the shutter, time freezes at this moment.

Putting down the mobile phone, Ma Hong turned on the desk lamp at hand, then wandered around the room, went to every corner, and lit all the lights.

In the past two years, he has never stopped working hard to become stronger every day and night.

Everyone on the team knows that Kwame Brown is a monster. No one will challenge the same training intensity as him, but only Tony Mahon. He never gave up for a moment. For two full years, he had to train after basic training.

Every corner of the hotel room was filled with light. This was a small celebration for Ma Hong. Standing by the window, looking at the bright lights under his feet, Ma Hong called Christine.

"I'm going to play in Chicago!"

(End of this chapter)