This point guard is great

Chapter 46 Boss, Are You Polite?
"Why are you looking for me?" Ma Hong held the ball, very puzzled.

Just now, Artest pretended to be good and didn't show up for 3 seconds. After the whole team warmed up, stretched their muscles, and jogged, Artest took the initiative to say during the shooting practice session that the rookie's mid-range shooting ability is too poor now and needs to be trained by his seniors.

And with such a hit rate, how could it be possible for the Bulls to win? !
Cartwright wasn't smart, but he wasn't slow anyway. Artest's weirdness meant that he was incompetent as a coach.

Accustomed to shrinking his head, Cartwright had to hold back his breath. Who knows that in the next moment, Artest directly said that he would have a nine-square shooting with Mahon.

The scene was a little quiet for a while, and Coach Wright almost didn't slow down.

Send a head?
Artest was the main small forward of the Bulls last season. Not only is he defensively fierce, but he also has a good mid-range shot.

"Well, shoot from the free throw line?" Coach Wright now knew about Mahon's problem, and asked out of curiosity.

Artest shrugged: "Otherwise, why, Coach Wright, are you not interested?"

Cartwright returned his gaze to Mahon.

Ma Hong thought for a while: "Now is the practice time, it's better for everyone to practice first."

Haha, are you cowardly?

Artest cheerfully stepped forward and patted Ma Hong on the shoulder vigorously: "Oh, don't pay attention to those details. Daily practice is very boring. Let's have some entertainment once in a while. You can continue practicing in less than 10 minutes."

Taizi was already drifting away, and he didn't notice Eddie Curry's frantic winking at all.

Ma Hong still looked embarrassed: "This is not good. After all, the training time is fixed, and after each practice, we have an incentive plan. The players with the worst practice level are responsible for cleaning the court and wiping the ball. If we shoot the ball, I may end up wiping the court. Mr. Artest is better."

Want to slip, how can it be so easy!
Artest put his big arms around Ma Hong: "Worried that no one will clean up the stadium? That's not easy. If we lose the game, the whole stadium, including the stools, will have to be wiped!"

Hehe, you just have to do something.

Ma Hong knew that Artest had planned a long time ago, but he didn't expect it to come straight to him.

Seeing that Ma Hong was still hesitating, Artest strengthened his judgment: "Boy, you keep saying that you are a senior and a senior, so you don't want to give this little face, aha!?"

With a lot of strength in his hand, Artest's grandson's strength is still outrageous. This slap really made Ma Hong feel pain, and even his bones felt squeezed. Moreover, Ma Hong hated someone putting his shoulders very much.

"Well, that's alright, but Mr. Artest, since we are simply playing Jiugongge, let's have something new."

Artest: Huh?

The traditional basketball nine-square grid is to hang nine baskets on a backboard. Don’t ask how to hang it. At worst, there are still nails to use. Anyway, this is not difficult for an arena, and this kind of game is more popular these days. It was improved by Ma Hong on the grounds of wasting time.

The basketball has become brown and black, with Mahon holding the black ball and Artest holding the brown ball. In any direction, three consecutive balls are considered a victory.

Artest was secretly laughing at Mahon's bluff. He shot nearly 200 shots in the morning and made 100 layups. But with his shooting percentage, if I ask you to throw two first, you may not win.

Artest readily agreed, and Oakley immediately went up to start collecting bets with gongs and drums!
1 for 0.5 against Mahon, 1 for 10 against Artest!

Since it was a high-profile gambling, let’s not say that Coach Wright doesn’t care, even Artest wants to ask, are you polite, big man? Why am I only 0.5? Is your odds wrong, but Oakley patted Taiko’s shoulder with a complicated face, little brother, believe me, I’m not wrong.

The collection of bets continued, and everyone gave generously. Even a good guy like Kevin Ollie bet $200.

Then, Artest was not happy. Although the amount was not large, but Kevin Ollie 200, Muhammad 500, Watson..., the most exaggerated is the grandson who quietly threw 1000 in the tray to press Mahon. Oakley's thick eyebrows trembled when he saw it, and Watson was frightened.

The throwing of money was one-sided. Except for Eddie Curry who hadn't bet yet, everyone put money on Mahon. Coach Wright even had the cheek to pay 5000.

Are you even worthy of being a coach?

It's Eddie Curry's turn, he's about to cry, he's pretending to be so transparent, Mr Oakley, why don't you let me go.

But seeing Oakley's raised eyebrows and Artest's stern face, he swallowed, and Eddie Curry put 10 yuan into the tray to press Artest.

This is so unbearable.

Before Oakley complained, Artest strode forward, picked up the thousands of dollars in Eddie Curry's wallet and threw them directly on the tray: "Eddie, gambling is such a thing that there are not many times when you are sure to win. You must press a lot to make money!"

With more than 5000 yuan in the wallet, Eddie Curry almost cried. This is throwing the money into the sea.

If time can last forever, he will not put more than 100 yuan on him if he is killed!

"Eddie, are you still worried about my mid-range shooting skills? Ann, although I have been sleeping in the club for a month and my feet are a little soft, but 8% of my strength is absolutely fine. You wait to collect money, which means I can't gamble. Otherwise, I will dare to bet on myself, as long as the boss Oakley dares to take it."

Eddie Curry is really going to kneel down, boss, stop talking.

Charles Oakley, nicknamed Old Oak in the NBA, is a LEG who swears that he is not separated from gambling. Hearing what Artest said, Brother Oakley's eyes lit up, and his whole body exuded youthful brilliance: "Hahahaha, Taizi, if you want to say that, it would be too boring if the big brother doesn't take your bet. Don't worry, as long as you dare to bet, as many big brothers will take the bet."

Really?

Artest asked suspiciously.

It wasn't his own money, of course Artest had a lot of fun, but when it came to him, Artest was a little bit drummed. He hadn't shot for a month. Although his ball-handling skills hadn't been practiced, he shouldn't be worse than Mahon.

While Artest was playing the drums, Mahon walked up to Oakley and said, "Let me bet Mr. Artest 1000 yuan to make some money."

Humph?
Oakley was taken aback, Ma Hong's grandson would not intend to trick him into losing on purpose, and if Ma Hong lost, then Oakley would suffer a heavy loss.

But strangely, when Ma Hong pressed Artest, the bastard Artest immediately stood up: "Hahahaha, it seems that the little red horse is really smart, don't worry, big brother will take you to make money, boss Oakley, I bet 10000!"

Artest went to get the money in high spirits.

Ma Hong stood beside Oakley with an old mother's smile: "Give me half."

shit
Hearing this, Oakley was in a bad mood, but he was afraid that Ma Hong would not vote well, so he gritted his teeth: "Twenty percent."

"Is the boss so stingy? 4%." Ma Hong was puzzled.

"No one's money comes from the strong wind, 2%." Oakley is persistent
In the end, the stolen money was distributed to Mahon [-]% to reach a PY deal, and Eddie Curry was about to cry, can you give me back my share, or, it’s okay to stay away from me, just stand next to me and talk about such a terrible topic, are you human?

(End of this chapter)