You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 1010 Recent Situation of Pistons
The first thousand and third chapters of the piston
"Father!" Socrates shouted, "Mr. Dumas is really a man of great knowledge. I asked him many questions, and he gave me very good answers!"

Dumas wanted to sue in person, but Socrates' compliment of "knowledge and talent" was very useful to him, and he nodded with a stretched brow.

Knowledgeable?Mo Mengchen glanced at the suspected fatter Dumas with squinted eyes, and patted his son's head cautiously: "Socera, sincerity is a very precious quality, we can't talk nonsense."

Dumas twitched his eyebrows, and almost didn't drop the tableware in his hand.

"Then I'll go to the kitchen to help." Su Gela saw the opportunity and slipped away.

Mo Mengchen watched him enter the kitchen, then sat down in front of Dumas: "You didn't say something strange to him, did you?"

"You may not believe it when you say it." Dumars said, "Socera was asking me why the Pistons changed their offensive system just now. He is only 4 years old, and he knows such profound things!"

Mo Mengchen never felt how profound the tactical system was, but since Dumas felt so, then it must be.

"I just want to know, why are you here?" Mo Mengchen asked knowingly.

"I haven't seen you in two months, and I miss you very much." Dumas said, "Come over here to meet old friends, what's the problem?"

Mo Mengchen smiled and said, "So, you won't suddenly come up with something for me to sign, right?"

Dumas stared at the moonfall steak, which was only a third eaten.

This steak is regarded by him as the best steak in the world. Later, Mo Mengchen also developed a quick-frozen and heated version. Although the taste is quite different from that of freshly made steaks, it can barely be used on days without Mo Mengchen. abdomen.

Now the founder of Moonfall Great God personally made him a steak, but he was constantly interrupted, and his appetite gradually disappeared.

"Are you sure you want to start the contract renewal negotiations at the dinner table?" Dumars thinks this is not a good occasion.

Mo Mengchen didn't have so many stink problems. Dumas sat in the box. There was an advantage here. The space was independent and had privacy. Guests entering the store would not see them sitting together.

When Dumas finishes eating, they go out together, which will definitely attract a large number of onlookers.

So, here is the best place to negotiate.

"You can talk to me now, or wait until I'm on vacation." Dor.Mo doesn't give you a chance to bargain at all.

Dumas has known him for ten years, and he remains the same domineering, vaguely like when they first met in 1995.

Who would have thought that was already ten years ago?

And who would have thought that that lost genius who was completely underestimated and considered unable to survive even a game created the greatest myth in the history of modern sports?

In the past seven years, Mo Mengchen has been elected as the MVP of the regular season four times and the MVP of the finals six times. Regardless of the best team, it is just an embellishment compared with his championship.

Dumas wiped the oil stains on his mouth with a towel, put the unfinished steak on the plate, and put it aside.

Then, he took out the contract renewal draft from the document bag.

There is no need for a broker to be present, Mo Mengchen can review the details of the contract by himself before negotiating.

This is a 6-year 9000 million contract extension.

If you count those game bonuses, plus being selected as the best of the week, best of the month, all-star, and best team.The bonus for winning the championship and the total contract amount reached 1.1 million.

"If you are not satisfied with the money, you can talk about it again, it's just a cursive." Dumas believed that Mo Mengchen was not interested in money.

For him, salary is a status symbol, and he gets more, which proves his superior status, not what money he needs.

"Did I act like a money-grub before?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

"If Dor.Mo gets paid less than Tim Duncan, Kobe Bryant, Shaquille O'Neal, we'll be the laughing stock of the world," Dumars said. Exact words."

Duncan, Kobe, O'Neal and his ilk?

ilk?

Mr. Bill Davidson, what do you say about the No. [-] power forward in history, the second shooting guard in history, and the top five centers in history? ——Is it appropriate to add the suffix "like" to three people who are enough to enter the top [-] temples in history?

Wait, this seems to be something from a previous life.

In this world, as of August 2005, 8, the number of championships for Duncan, Kobe, and O'Neal is 16.

If they retire now, they will be like the superstars of the 90s who were suppressed by Jordan. By 2047, the [-]th anniversary of the NBA, they may be selected as the top [-] of the [-] superstars in NBA history.

But that's about it, because only champions can measure your greatness.

"I signed such a big contract, what about other renewals?" Mo Mengchen asked casually.

Dumas said: "We will keep those who should stay. You don't have to worry about the salary space. The boss will not be stingy with the luxury tax that should be paid."

Even if the Pistons are determined to maintain the lineup, some people will always leave.

John Salmons and Rasheed Wallace, the seven-time champion of the Pistons dynasty, both left because the team could not meet their high salaries.

Salmons joined the Eagles.

Rasheed signed with the Grizzlies for six years and $6 million.

Salmons is a restricted free agent, let him go because the team needs to maintain flexibility in space.

As for Rasheed, with the salary space of the Pistons, there is no way to get two maximum salaries at the same time.

The Pistons have to choose between Mo Mengchen and Rasheed, and the result is of course no suspense.

Rashid chose to leave for the last big contract of his career.

"I don't need such a long contract." Mo Mengchen said, "Just like before, I need a contract option."

"What year is the option?"

"The third year."

Dumars breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Mo Mengchen would still play for the Pistons for at least three years.

"Is Paul still in good health?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Dumas shook his head slightly: "That's it, you know, the postoperative recovery is not going well."

They were talking about Paul Westphal, who led the Pistons to seven straight championships.Last season, Westphal missed most of the season due to physical discomfort, and Adam Frauses led the team most of the time.

Later, Mo Mengchen operated on Westphal himself, but his recovery was slow and his health was getting worse and worse. The hospital believed that he needed to recuperate and could no longer lead the team to fight.

Although coaches don't have to play games, the pre-match preparations, supervised training, tactical research, and exhaustion of traveling each season are no less physically and mentally exhausting than players.

"Where's Jerome?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Dumas said: "He has recovered, his athletic ability is not as good as before, and he is currently undergoing recovery training at the Henry Ford Center."

After Mo Mengchen understood the general situation, he stopped talking.

Seven years is enough time to age many people.

Westphal was exhausted and Jerome Williams broke his Achilles tendon in a game during the 2003-2004 season.

In the playoffs of last season, Jerome chose to come back, but was injured again.

A blue-collar player like Jerome eats his youth. Every time he returns to the factory for overhaul, his functions will degrade in all aspects. Two consecutive serious injuries almost wiped out his athletic ability.

Rashid's departure also took away the imprint of an era.

Since then, there have been no players in the Pistons who regarded boos as cheers, and no players will enjoy the enthusiastic boos of the home audience.

After that, Dumars said that he would have someone print out the new contract and send it over.

After the meal, Dumars stayed for one night, and rushed back to Detroit the next day to prepare for the preseason training camp.

That night, Mo Mengchen returned to Duamarez's home and called Hill.

In recent days, Hill has been planning to have a vasectomy because he and Tamia have three daughters and they don't want to have another child because of their age.

The easiest way to maintain a pleasant nightlife without wanting to have children is to have a sterilization.

Mo Mengchen suggested waiting for him to go back and perform surgery on him himself.

But how could Hill give Dor.Mo the chance to play with his little brother?He sternly refused on the spot and said, "When did you have a ligation operation?"

Mo Mengchen really hasn't done it after time travel.

"I can learn if I haven't done it before."

"Are you practicing with me?"

Devil Mountain was furious on the phone.

"So you plan to reject the best surgeon on the planet?"

"It's just a ligation operation. The probability of an accident is one in ten thousand. Do you need it?"

Now that he had talked to this point, Mo Mengchen had no choice but to give up.

Some people's friendship can last for decades, but the number of meetings and conversations is very small.

Mo Mengchen and Hill have known each other for ten years. In the past ten years, they spent eight months of the year (including the preseason training camp) to train and play games together.

Their friendship is unbreakable.

Tonight, Mo Mengchen just wanted to talk to Hill and had no other purpose.

The right should be the emotion of recent events.

For the next half month, Mo Mengchen kept training as usual, went to the steak master to cook a few dishes, and spent time with his family. Life was dull and boring, and the return date was getting closer.

(End of this chapter)