Chapter 19 Heading to America
The moment Yang Mo entered the court, the outcome of the game was already decided. Although Yang Mo's participation in the NBA was uncertain, he might become a mediocre player with no advantages in the NBA. But in China, he is an all-around player who can play inside and outside. In addition, the run-and-gun tactics completely strangled the lifeblood of the Mingyang team, and there was no other possibility for it except to lose.
In the end, the game entered garbage time with more than five minutes left in the fourth quarter, and both sides replaced their youth team players to kill time.
Yang Mo's sudden appearance influenced the outcome of the game. When Yang Mo left the court, the whole audience stood up and applauded him. Yang Mo was a well-deserved hero tonight. His performance also successfully conquered the national team members. Although Yang Mo was arrogant, he was arrogant for a reason. People with strength can eat meat wherever they go. People without strength can only pick up shit wherever they go.
After Yang Mo left the court, Powell quickly turned off the DV. To him, there was no point in recording the following scenes, and Mr. Riley certainly would not be interested in these terrible scenes.
After turning off the DV, he quickly walked down the stands and came to the bench of the Jinding team. At this time, Yang Mo was accepting Harris' compliments. Harris kept saying in Yang Mo's ear: "Brother, now I am 100% sure that you can play in the NBA. You are a natural basketball player. I think that on the basketball court, belief is more important than skills..."
"That's right, Mike is right." Powell took over Harris' words and walked forward. He smiled and handed a business card to Yang Mo, saying, "Sir, I am the senior director of the Miami scouting department. I would like to invite you to try out in Miami ."
"Wow, Mr. Powell." Before Yang Mo could react, Harris was already screaming.
"Is he famous?" Yang Mo turned her head and asked Harris.
"He is very famous. He discovered Dwyane Wade. It was his idea for Miami to select Dwyane with the fifth pick." Mike Harris said with admiration: "At that time, Dwyane was not favored at all. His statistics in college were not outstanding, his physical fitness was not good, and his height was not good. Now he has become the Finals MVP."
"Is it true?" Yang Mo looked at Powell and said in surprise.
"It's true." Powell nodded and said, "I really admire Dwyane's temperament on the court. In fact, he forgot to say that I was the one who recommended Haslem to Mr. Riley in 2003. Now he is the captain of Miami."
"Is that the short power forward?" Harris pointed to his nose with his hand, with some contempt.
"Basketball has a lot to do with height, but height is definitely not the only factor. I am optimistic about this gentleman. Although his height is not outstanding, I believe he will achieve success in the NBA." Powell said confidently.
Yang Mo took the business card and looked at it. He finally understood what was going on. It turned out that the scouts from the Miami Heat had taken a fancy to him. At that moment, he seemed very surprised. He had thought that participating in the draft was a no-brainer before, but now a team actually came to him.
He thought about it and remembered the surprise Zhou Yiyi mentioned yesterday, and it turned out to be this.
Immediately, he looked towards the podium with gratitude, but Zhou there. Yang Mo didn't think much about not finding Zhou Yiyi, thinking that he had gone to the toilet.
"Okay, okay, I'll definitely go." Yang Mo quickly stretched out her hand and shook hands with Powell.
"Well, I'll wait for you in Miami." Powell patted Yang Mo on the shoulder and walked away. He was very optimistic about Yang Mo, but according to the league's rules, he couldn't have too much contact with Yang Mo, and some words could only be said briefly. He couldn't say to Yang Mo, 'Come on, man, we will definitely choose you', because there are so many people here and if it gets out, it will constitute a secret deal, and then Stern, the damn Jewish businessman, will definitely wave the fine ticket and fill in an astonishing number and also fine Miami's draft pick.
After Powell left, Yang Mo still couldn't believe it. At this time, Harris had already hugged him and said excitedly: "Yang, congratulations, you will be an NBA player soon. But before that, you have to find an agent. Those NBA managers are all profiteers who eat people without leaving any bones."
"Agent?" Yang Mo frowned. He had not thought of coming here yet. He felt that this matter was too far away from him.
drop!
At the same time, the game ended and the Jinding team won with a score of 100 to 82.
After the game, the Jinding team ran back to the locker room amid the cheers of the fans. Back in the locker room, the general manager of the Jinding Group had been waiting for a long time. He shook hands with the players one by one with a smile on his face. After the handshakes, he opened the big travel bag in the middle of the table, revealing bundles of RMB inside. Suddenly, everyone exclaimed, no reward could be more direct than cash.
Seeing the players exclaiming in surprise, the general manager smiled and said, "Here is five million. It's our bonus for winning this game. If we win another game tomorrow and win the championship, we'll get another five million."
Bang bang bang!
There was burst of applause.
"Now, we distribute according to work. Who is our biggest contributor today?" the general manager asked loudly.
"Yang Mo!"
Everyone shouted Yang Mo's name without any objection.
The general manager smiled, took out ten bundles of RMB from his bag, and said, "This is one million, a reward for tonight's MVP."
Yang Mo had never seen so much money before, but he did not feel guilty at all. He walked up to the general manager, shook hands with him, took out a woven bag from the box, and stuffed all the one million into it.
"Next are our five national players and Harris. Each will get $500,000. The coach will get $300,000, and the remaining $700,000 will be divided equally among everyone." The general manager quickly planned the distribution method.
No one had any objection to this. The levels were clearly defined, and it was fair to divide the money according to the players' skills.
After the money was divided, the general manager said some nonsense, which was nothing more than encouraging everyone to keep cheering for the next game. Now everyone was busy counting money, who had time to listen to him?
When he finished his rant, everyone dispersed.
When Yang Mo walked out of the lounge, Zhou Wenhai, wearing a black Armani suit, came over and said to Yang Mo with a smile: "Is this classmate Yang Mo? I am Zhou Wenhai, Yi Yi's father, and I want to talk to you alone."
Zhou Wenhai took the initiative to come to Yang Mo, and she suddenly felt something was wrong, but out of politeness, she nodded and agreed: "Okay."
The two walked to a quiet corner of the corridor, and Zhou Wenhai was quite polite and took the initiative to speak: "Yang Mo, I hope you can leave Zhou Yiyi. In my opinion, the status of the two of you is too different."
Zhou Wenhai started by persuading Yang Mo to break up with Zhou Yiyi, which made Yang Mo very uncomfortable, but considering that he was Zhou Yiyi's father, she still held back her temper and answered kindly, "Why?"
"Because you are a basketball player." Zhou Wenhai's answer was straightforward, showing his blatant disdain for those who play basketball.
"What's wrong with playing basketball?" Yang Mo said unconvincedly, "If you are good at basketball, you can still make money."
"But that's a minority." Zhou Wenhai said with a chuckle, his tone revealing disdain. It was obvious that he didn't think Yang Mo's skills could make a lot of money.
Zhou Wenhai's arrogant attitude made Yang Mo very unhappy, but she still suppressed her anger, took a deep breath, and asked, "I want to know what Yi Yi thinks."
"It doesn't matter what she thinks. I'm the one who makes the decision on this matter." Zhou Wenhai said forcefully. He took out a black card from his pocket and said with a look of disdain that was difficult to conceal, "I know what you want to do by approaching Yi Yi. This is a Citibank VIP black card with one million US dollars in it. Take it and leave here. Don't see Yi Yi again."
Bang!
Yang Mo reached out and slapped the card in Zhou Wenhai's hand to the ground. Before Zhou Wenhai could react, Yang Mo's finger was already pointed in front of him, followed by a cold voice: "Remember your behavior today."
Having said that, he turned and walked out.
"Don't act tough in front of me. Next time I see you entangled with Yi Yi, don't blame me for being rude." Zhou Wenhai's furious words came out.
"I won't appear in front of you until I'm successful and famous." Yang Mo's words were chilling: "When I appear in front of you again, you will bear my insults."
After saying this, Yang Mo paused for a moment, turned around and added, "Please tell Yi Yi that I'm going to the United States and I won't say goodbye to her."
Having said that, he strode out.
