Chapter 2: Challenge the Suns' main center
"Transmission completed, integration of related technical resources completed, maximum increase in power by hitting can reach 10%, related skills improved, as follows: low post-up from level 70 to level 85, low post confrontation from level 90 to level 91, overall offensive strength under the basket from level 70 to level 72, single defense from level 70 to level 75."
"Ha, the back-to-the-basket attack can be improved so much?" Wang Tiejun became instantly excited. He didn't expect that Tieshankao would be so effective.
But soon he became a little frustrated because of all his finishing techniques, only the layup was barely acceptable, the others such as hook shots and so on were not up to par. As long as he was not under the basket, his overall finishing ability was very poor.
If these finishing skills are not improved and he lacks that final boost, it will be useless no matter how good his back-to-the-basket skills are, because he can't get to the basket and shoot every time. This is why his low-post close-range attack is only level 50.
"The maximum increase in hitting power is 10%, but my low-post back-to-the-basket attack has increased by 15 levels? Is the effect of hitting power so great? It seems that I have to continue to practice my Iron Mountain Backbone and can't lose it!"
He was very surprised. In fact, it was because he had no experience. His strength was already good, and if it increased by 10%, it would be a great improvement. So a 10% increase was already a lot. As long as he used it properly in the game, coupled with the team's proper tactics, it might even lead to a qualitative change.
"very hungry!"
After doing hard work for three hours, he touched his stomach and went out to the street to buy two Big Macs.
This big burger costs two dollars each and contains a lot of beef. It provides both calories and nutrition. It is more cost-effective than eating Chinese food and is simple.
He was walking casually on the street while eating a hamburger, his mind full of random thoughts.
What was he thinking about? Of course, he was thinking about how to get a job in an NBA team. This system task made it impossible for him to start.
"System, how about you change the task? I can go play street ball." He wanted to negotiate with the system.
"Host, there is always a way out. Perhaps there will be a way out after a difficult time." The system replied.
Wang Tiejun muttered to himself in a daze: "There's always light at the end of the tunnel?"
He joined the Cangzhou Sports School men's basketball team in September 1987, joined the Hebei Provincial Team in November 1989, was selected for the National Youth Team in October 1990, and has even entered the national team's sights.
But the incident in December and the imprisonment have completely ruined this bright road in life. It has been nearly two years since he received any professional training. If he does not advance, he will retreat. His current strength may even be worse than it was two years ago. Can he really start over?
At this time, he walked out of Chinatown and not far from the corner was an open-air street basketball court surrounded by iron fences. He turned in with familiarity.
"This damn Chinese is here again."
"Ignore him!"
"He's trying to cheat us out of our money again. Don't fight him."
Several black guys who were playing basketball started talking and glared at Wang Tiejun fiercely from time to time.
But that was all. They didn't dare to say anything more extreme, especially those iconic racial discriminatory words like "Chinaman" and "yellow monkey". They had used these words to curse Wang Tiejun in the past and had been beaten, so they had learned their lesson.
Wang Tiejun ignored them and continued to eat his hamburger while sitting on the sidelines, preparing to trick these low-IQ black brothers into a duel with him and earn some pocket money.
After a few minutes, a large-displacement off-road vehicle stopped on the side of the street.
"Mr. Colangelo, Charles, Chinatown is just around the corner. It's hard to park there, so just get off here."
The one driving was Ewing. It was the Suns' first visit to New York this season. Barkley wanted to eat Chinese food, so he treated him today.
He has a very introverted personality, but he and Barkley are both good friends of Jordan. Through Jordan, the two are also friends and have some off-court interactions when playing away games.
In addition, the Suns' general manager Jerry Colangelo and main center Mark West were also in the car, and they also wanted to try Chinese food today.
"Look, someone is playing basketball, why don't we go and take a look? I'm not very hungry now." Mark West said.
"Let's go." Barkley nodded.
He agreed, and Colangelo certainly wouldn't say anything, and Ewing, who didn't talk much, would say even less.
West seemed very happy, because his ability was average and he had no status in the team. He just had some qualifications due to his age. He felt very honored that the three big guys listened to his advice.
"Oh, it's a gorilla?"
"Flying pigs in the sky? What are they doing here?"
As soon as the four of them walked in, especially Barkley and Ewing, they were immediately recognized, and several black guys who were playing basketball shouted in surprise.
Wang Tiejun also stood up. He didn't expect that two superstars would be sent to him just after the system issued a task related to the NBA. Could it be that this was destined by heaven? No, it was destined by the system?
"Hey guys, hello! You guys just keep playing and we'll just watch."
Ewing is a quiet guy with a weird and cold personality. He doesn't interact with fans, so Barkley stepped out and greeted him with a smile.
"Huh?"
His eyes naturally fell on Wang Tiejun, who was a head taller than him.
At the same time, out of professional habit, Colangelo looked Wang Tiejun up and down.
"Hey, man, welcome to Chinatown."
Wang Tiejun greeted Barkley warmly.
As for the gangsters, their IQ is generally not that high, so maybe they can fool around and try to build their friendships, and it would be nice if they can get some opportunities.
"Hello, brother, who are you..." Barkley asked curiously.
If he knew that Wang Tiejun was making up his IQ, he might not be so good-tempered.
Wang Tiejun smiled and said, "I am Chinese, you can call me Lao Wang, my position is center, the best center here."
"Lao Wang? The strongest, No. 1?"
Barkley was very shocked and asked: "You think you are the strongest center?"
He found it very interesting and looked at Ewing beside him to see what the gorilla was thinking.
There was obvious anger in Ewing's eyes. In front of him, the super center, how could a humble Chinese dare to think of himself as the most powerful center here? Who gave you the courage?
It's just that his personality is too weird. Although he hates the Chinese man in front of him, he is too lazy to say anything. After all, he is just bragging .
Colangelo also shook his head. This young Chinese man was too arrogant to say such things in front of a super center!
Seeing the shocked expressions of Barkley and others, Wang Tiejun was also stunned. Was there some misunderstanding?
In fact, the place he was referring to was the Chinatown area, but Barkley and others thought he meant that he was the best center among all the centers here.
“Chinese, are you crazy?”
"Damn, he's too crazy! Barkley, Ewing, you have to teach him a lesson."
Several black guys who were playing basketball started shouting and yelling. They couldn't beat Wang Tiejun, so they wanted to instigate Barkley and a few others to take action.
There is also Mark West. Although he is just a blue-collar worker in the league, as a black man, he cannot tolerate a yellow person speaking arrogantly in front of him, especially a Chinese.
"Let me teach you a lesson."
He immediately stood up from behind Barkley, pointed at Wang Tiejun and shouted, "Chinese, come over here and fight me one-on-one."
"Fuck you!"
Hearing the word "Chinaman", Wang Tiejun, who was in a bad temper, threw the remaining hamburger at Mark West and immediately rushed up to him, ready to slap him.
"Hey, hey, brother, wait a minute..."
When Barkley saw this, he quickly stood in front of him and advised: "This is my teammate , give me some face and forgive him."
He hates racial discrimination and is not happy about the racially discriminatory remarks made by his teammates and people at the scene. Because his wife is white, many of his black friends and relatives often discriminate against his wife in front of him, which makes him very annoyed.
"Brother, I'm giving you face, but he needs to apologize, otherwise I'll make him crawl out of Chinatown today." Wang Tiejun said angrily.
"Mark West, apologize to this gentleman," Colangelo said seriously at this time.
"I……"
Mark West wanted to say that he didn't mean to scold him, and that he was just discriminating against Chinese people out of habit. However, facing the serious expression of his boss Colangelo, he could only choose to lower his head and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Then he angrily said to Colangelo and Barkley: "But he just scolded me, too. I want to teach this kid a lesson."
"Fists, basketball, it's your choice." Wang Tiejun accepted the challenge immediately without any hesitation.
"No fighting."
Barkley shook his head and said helplessly: "Basketball, you guys solve the problem with a one-on-one."
"Hey, man, give me the ball so I can teach this Chinese guy a lesson."
Mark West excitedly shouted to a black brother who was holding the ball.
"Then, brother, teach him a lesson. He always bullies us here and tricks us into fighting him and taking our money."
The black man passed the ball over and shouted in unison.
"Brother, just wait and see." Mark West said after taking the ball.
"I'll be the referee."
Barkley stepped forward and said, "You are all centers, so let's have a low-post duel. Each of you can play two balls. Just show your intention. We don't have much time to waste."
He looked at the two of them and said to Mark West: "Mark, you attack first."
"OK."
Mark West smiled at Wang Tiejun, just like a tiger grinning at a sheep, with a very ferocious meaning.
After taking off his coat, he first walked to the left wing low post, took a position outside the paint area, pointed at Wang Tiejun and shouted: "Come here and die, kid."
With a cold snort, Wang Tiejun also began to take off his coat.
He had snatched this tattered coat from a trash can after fighting off two homeless men. It was a little small, but very warm, but a little difficult to take off.
"Yellow-skinned boy, your clothes are stolen, right?" West laughed wantonly.
"Dog food, does your mother know who your father is?"
Wang Tiejun cursed back in Tianjin dialect and continued to take off his coat.
"Come on, idiot."
After finally taking off his coat, he stood behind Mark West and pressed his unusually strong chest against him.
Mark West first leaned back tentatively, but nothing moved. He then pushed harder, but still couldn't move. This surprised him.
Not only was he surprised, but all the experts present were also surprised.
But this is nothing surprising. Lao Wang is naturally strong, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He does the horse stance every day, and his lower body is extremely stable. Martial arts emphasize the balance of strength in the upper, middle and lower parts. His strength lies in this point. He has no weaknesses and is very strong in all aspects.
"The strength is OK, and the fighting ability is OK."
Colangelo had not cared at first, but now he immediately focused his attention and looked at Wang Tiejun with narrowed eyes.
