NBA Ten Thousand Worlds Bishop

Chapter 12 Davidson's Plan
Although he couldn't figure out the relationship between the kid in front of him and Chuck Daly, Willis Reed nodded and agreed without hesitation. He was just a small assistant, and it wasn't a big deal.

"The annual salary is 6. This is the standard salary for assistants in the league. I won't ask about the young man's previous resume. If someone asks, young man, you'd better think of a more reliable resume. Otherwise, the boss will not be able to explain it." Willis Reed said with a smile.

"Sixty thousand? Only sixty thousand? Willis, my old buddy, is my old Chuck's face only worth 6 annual salary?" Chuck Daly was a little dissatisfied.

But Davidson on the side pulled Papa Chuck's arm.

"Yes, thanks to Mr. Reed for the opportunity, I will definitely work hard." Davidson said with a smile.

An annual salary of 6 may sound pitifully low, but it can be compared with anyone else.

The per capita annual income in the United States this year is only [-] US dollars, and Davidson is actually very satisfied with [-] US dollars.

Although he also knew that if Papa Chuck bargained, he might be able to increase it by ten or twenty thousand dollars, but that didn't make any sense.

With an extra [-] or [-] U.S. dollars, can I make a fortune by myself?

Davidson's goal is not just an assistant, he is confident that he will be among the league's million-dollar salary group in the future.

"What a polite young man, learn from old Chuck well, maybe one day, you will become a successful head coach like old Chuck." Willis Reid said with a smile on his face.

After leaving Willis Reed's office, Papa Chuck took Davidson to the team personnel manager to go through the entry procedures.

There was a column of work experience on the entry form, and Dad Chuck grabbed a pen from Davidson without saying a word, and wrote Wall Street data analyst in a swish.

Davidson is full of black lines, a Wall Street data analyst? !
I don't even know what a data analyst is, and I haven't been to Wall Street.

He has never even been to New York City, where Wall Street is located.

"Awesome, a 22-year-old Wall Street data analyst, what a genius." Williams, the team's personnel manager, gave a thumbs up with a weird smile on his face.

Davidson's face was hot, but Chuck's father on the side patted him on the shoulder.

"That's natural. If you're not a genius, you can be my assistant to Chuck Daly?! I don't want those idiots to be my assistants."

Davis was speechless, Dad's bragging skills are really superb.

……

After leaving the personnel department, the old man patted Davidson on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"Son, today is my first lesson in the industry."

"At any time, you must be confident. Even if you know it is false, you must firmly believe that it is true."

"The NBA is a business league. It's a league that can eat people. If you want to survive in this league, unless you have the ability to suppress everyone, you must have a thick face and a dark heart."

"Your methods are not ruthless enough, and your heart is not dark enough, then sooner or later you will be killed by those who are more ruthless and darker."

Chuck Daly said to Davidson with a very serious face.

Davidson nodded. Although what the old man said felt a little too extreme, it still made sense after thinking about it.

"Got it, Dad."

"Okay, it's good to know. Now that you have completed the induction, the team will send someone to New York to participate in the joint trial training tomorrow. This time you will go with Assistant Coach Tolbert."

Papa Chuck directly arranged Davidson's first job after joining the company.

Davidson was ecstatic in his heart. Even if his father didn't say anything, he would definitely take the initiative to invite Ying. He was looking forward to seeing his natal player, Muresan, before the start of the draft.

Until now, Davidson doesn't know what Muresan looks like. The only information he knows is that he is a center forward with a height of 231 centimeters.

……

At noon the next day, Davidson met Tolbert, the chief assistant under Papa Chuck.

Tolbert was a player of the Nets before. After retiring in 89, he stayed in the Nets directly. After Chuck came, he was directly promoted to the position of chief assistant.

"Wilson, nice to meet you." At the age of about 40 years old, Tolbert looked kind-hearted, and he was expected to be a mild-tempered person.

"Hello, Mr. Tolbert." Davidson also greeted politely.

This NBA official joint trial training is located in the headquarters in New York. After the two arrived in New York in the evening, they directly checked into the Nets' agreement hotel in New York.

Thinking of seeing his natal player tomorrow, Davidson was so excited that he couldn't sleep.

One thing Davidson thinks very clearly is that even though he has obtained a complete system card now, he will definitely be able to evolve Muresan into a mammoth system player tomorrow.

But he definitely won't do that tomorrow, at least he doesn't intend to let Muresan evolve until his next plan succeeds.

Because if Muresan evolves at this point in time, it will be easy for Muresan to become a favorite player.

Davidson's next plan is to persuade the Nets to give Muresan a chance to try out alone, preferably a few days before the start of the draft, which is the safest.

As for the next step, Davidson is actually quite sure, the main reason is that there is such a great god as Chuck Daly.

It's just an opportunity for a solo workout, and it's impossible for Chuck Daly to turn down Davidson.

This is the benefit of having a network. If Davidson didn’t have Chuck Daly’s network, first of all, he would not be able to become a member of the Nets. Even if he really got lucky and became a member of the Nets, as a small assistant, he is not qualified to let the team conduct individual trial training for a player.

……

Early the next morning, after having breakfast with Davidson, Tolbert went straight to the joint trial training ground.

A total of 67 rookies participated in the joint trial training this year.

There are only 54 picks in the draft. Obviously, there are more than ten newcomers in this group, and they will face the embarrassing situation of losing the selection.

As the players gathered on the practice field, Davidson sat in the auditorium of the large practice field.

Originally, Davidson thought he could easily find Muresan among the crowd.

After all, a height of 231 centimeters must stand out from the crowd, and Davidson just pays attention to the tallest player.

But what makes Davidson speechless is that there are two people who stand out from the crowd on the court.

There is no difference between the heights of these two with the naked eye. They are almost the same height, and they are a lot taller than other players around them. Even some center players are much shorter than the two of them!
The key is that both of them are Caucasian...

"Mr. Tolbert, which of the two big white men is Muresan?" Davidson asked the assistant coach Tolbert beside him.

"The one with the shorter face is this year's popular rookie Sean Bradley, and the one with the longer face must be Muresan."

"Both of them are European centers. In fact, this is the first time I have seen them. I just got some news from other teams. After all, these two are not in our draft plan." Tolbert said with a smile.

Davidson looked intently into the arena, and after what Tolbert said, he easily recognized Muresan.

The face is really long...

(End of this chapter)