You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 575 Obey, Dad
Do I know Hill?

After hanging up the phone, Mo Mengchen thought about this question over and over again.

What kind of person is Hill in his eyes?A kind, humble, principled person who is willing to give and sacrifice.

What if he was wrong?No, he is not wrong, he is willing to play for the team with injuries in the 9697 season, and he has not expressed dissatisfaction with his leadership in the past four years.

He was right about Hill, so what went wrong?
Mo Mengchen can make a phone call to ask clearly, but this kind of thing can't be explained clearly by phone, he has to talk face to face.

Mo Mengchen thought of the worst outcome - Hill ran away.

With the current team structure of the Pistons, even if Hill leaves, it is still a strong team, but it will not have a dominant position in the Eastern Conference.

Hill averaged 30 points, 11 rebounds and 8 assists last season.Next season, if there is no Hill, they need to fill in this data.

It was also difficult for Mo Mengchen to stand behind the scenes and stand up to take over when the situation got out of control.

Once Hill is gone, he will go from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Mo Mengchen was restless, Ephraim asked.

"Grant has not renewed his contract, and I am a little worried." Mo Mengchen said.

"Then have you considered the worst consequences?" Ephraim asked.

Mo Mengchen shook his head.

Ephraim smiled and said, "How about this, let's play a game."

"What game?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"This game is called worst-case scenario," Ephraim said. "Let's imagine, if Grant ends up leaving Detroit, what's the worst scenario?"

Without even thinking about it, Mo Mengchen blurted out: "I became the team's first offensive point. Because I was on the field for a long time, I became sick from overwork, and my fragile knee eventually caused a serious injury during the season. I left the field and became a friend who was abandoned by my friends. , A player who fell like a meteor."

Ephraim was stunned: "Why are you so proficient?"

Mo Mengchen smiled wryly, and he realized that Hill is so important to him. He can perform at critical moments and scare opponents in the playoffs because he usually restrains himself, and opponents can't figure out his context. .

If a big boss like Hill is on the field, the opponent will target him.

A normal team can only focus on one superstar at most. Hill bears most of the firepower, and Mo Mengchen can lie in ambush in the corner and prepare to attack.

Once Hill is gone, it's him who attracts the opponent's firepower.

Thinking about it is really stressful.

But this is the worst possible outcome, and it will only happen if Hill leaves, and everything is just speculation at the moment - the worst speculation.

"I'm going to Miami." Mo Mengchen said.

Ephraim asked, "When?"

"tomorrow."

Although the American Basketball Association included Hill in the training list and hoped that he could participate in the U.S. Championships held in half a month, Devil Mountain was not interested in this matter.

He believes that this kind of pediatric game does not require him to play at all, and the American Basketball Association can sweep the opponent by picking a group of substitute players from the NBA.

After a season, his body is always in a tight state, and he needs to rest.

After the season ended, his teammates went their separate ways, and Mo Mengchen went to Australia for vacation, so he didn't have time to discuss the contract renewal with Mo Mengchen.

Regarding contract renewal, Hill has no second option in his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, renewing his contract with the Pistons is the best choice for his career.

It has been dragging on, it is the suggestion of the agent, to put pressure on the team to see how high the offer they can give.

Portland and New York's local wealth advocates say that the offer of 7 million in seven years is indeed exciting, but Hill's roots are in Detroit.

It is impossible for him to choose to leave in order to get millions more every year.

This matter has been deadlocked. Although he has made up his mind, the media all over the world think that he may be leaving, otherwise why not simply do it?
Located at the tip of the Florida peninsula, Miami is a city surrounded by salt water, where one stretch of white sand beach blends seamlessly with the next.

Hill chose a vacation spot where there were few people around, and here he was free to do what he wanted.

This beach has shallow water, small waves and flat, fine and white sand, flat and wide, stretching for several kilometers, like a long and wide white jade belt inlaid on the seashore, which can't be seen at a glance.

The blue sky, blue sea, white sand, and groups of seagulls sometimes play in the sea, sometimes go to the beach for food, and sometimes soar into the sky, forming a very wonderful three-dimensional picture.Every year, millions of people come here to enjoy the comfort brought by the beach sun and sea water.

Hill is now wearing only a pair of shorts and lying comfortably in the sun on a beach chair.

After half a month, his complexion turned black.

"Da da tick tock ~~~"

Hill was humming Mo Mengchen's song, and suddenly, he saw an unfriendly face in the mirror frame.

"Am I hallucinating?"

Hill didn't believe that Mo Mengchen would suddenly appear in front of him.

"What do you think?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill quickly took off his sunglasses, what a mess!

"You..." Hill sat up and asked, "Didn't you go back to Australia?"

Mo Mengchen put down the beach chair, lay down beside Hill, and said, "I'm back again, can't I?"

Hill had a strange expression on his face. Mo Mengchen would never show up for no reason, and there must be a reason for coming here this time.

Hill thought, nothing happened recently.

"Have you figured it out?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"What?" Hill looked at him puzzled.

Mo Mengchen said, "Is the next stop Portland or New York?"

Oh~~~ Hill's eyes lit up, it turned out that he came here for this matter.

"It's hard to decide." Hill was determined to tease Mo Mengchen, "I like the Rose Arena. We just finished the finals there not long ago. The atmosphere there is good, and the people speak nicely. Playing there, I feel like coming home."

Three black lines appeared on Mo Mengchen's forehead.

"In fact, New York is also good. You know I like to collect paintings by African-American painters. There will be many art exhibitions and auctions. If I play there, I can not only get the highest exposure rate, but also enrich my collection. Thinking about it, it's really hard to make a choice." Hill said gloomily.

"The Palace of Auburn Hills doesn't give you the feeling of home?" Mo Mengchen lost his mind and asked angrily, "Is it because the Detroit fans' voices have become quieter, or are you out of your mind?"

Hill didn't expect this guy to play personal attacks, but the more excited he is, the more important he is.

Although he was sprayed all over his face, Devil Mountain was completely satisfied.

"I can't say that. After all, I've been here for five years. It's understandable to want to try new things." Hill became more and more cheap.

Mo Mengchen almost couldn't restrain the urge to grab a pile of sand and wash his face.

"There is no art exhibition in Detroit?" Mo Mengchen said, "The most important thing in this damn city is black people, let alone black people from Africa. Could it be that few of them are painters? This is your excuse!"

Hill continued to act like a movie star: "But this matter is really difficult to decide."

"What's the problem?" Mo Mengchen asked angrily.

Hill said: "What makes me hesitant is that the fans here don't seem to like me that much. Although I have won many honors this year, your popularity is definitely higher than mine, and most of the fans think you are more worthy than me. To be the Finals MVP—of course, I also think you deserve it. From this point of view, they don't need me that much, what do you think?"

It's a bit weird, how did this bastard shoot here and there?

Mo Mengchen gradually regained his senses. Hill said that Portland fans are passionate, and that there are many African-American painters in New York.

what is this?Are Detroit fans not enthusiastic?Are there no African American painters in Detroit?
When it was over, he began to talk about fans not agreeing with him.

Mo Mengchen could only break down one by one: "These mindless fans are shit in my eyes. You know how I usually treat them, so I am not just saying this casually."

"However, the fans are the main body of the game. If they don't need me, why should I stay? Who needs me?" Hill's eyes hooked Mo Mengchen.

Very well, the true face of Mount Lu was finally revealed.

Bastards!

Mo Mengchen's eyes almost burst into flames: "Just one decision, is it so difficult?"

"It's really difficult. I can hardly think of any decision that is more difficult than this." Hill said with confusion.

"Let me tell you what decision is more difficult than this." Mo Mengchen used his experience to tell a story about a hospital, "When I was in the hospital, I met such a patient."

"A pair of twin sisters fell into a coma at the same time. One day later, the younger sister woke up, but the older sister fell into a severe addiction. She may never wake up, but she is still alive physically. That night, the younger sister's heart failed and she needed a kidney transplant." Mo Mengchen said, "Their mother is faced with a choice, transplant her sister's heart to save her sister, or watch her sister die and wait for her sister to wake up."

Hill was fascinated: "What happened next?"

"Tell me, how is your decision better than this? Is it difficult?" Mo Mengchen pressed.

Hill smiled and said: "If you also encounter such a situation, I will definitely make a decision in advance before your heart fails, but now we have not encountered such a thing, or that problem, who needs me? I can't always Leave it unexplained."

He just wanted to hear me say that.

Mo Mengchen gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I need you! I need you to stay! Are you satisfied now?!"

Hill lay down, put on his sunglasses, closed his eyes and said, "Okay, Dad."

Two days later, the Pistons announced that they had reached a 7-year, 1.2 million verbal contract extension with Grant Hill.

Pistons fans can finally rest assured that they left last season's MVP and retained the foundation for the championship.

(End of this chapter)