Chapter 232 Super Idol
Yang Mo was actually very distressed. As a Chinese, although he was not loyal enough in relationships, he still wanted to be faithful in his career. After all, no one wanted to be labeled as a "traitor".
But the current situation is that if I don't want to suffer, I have to leave Miami.
After thinking it over, Yang Mo felt that no matter what choice he made, it would be wrong, so he simply stopped thinking about it and went to bed and fell asleep.
The next day, when he got up and went to the airport to meet up with the team, Lu Xueman pulled him aside and said a few more words: "With your current worth and influence, the tourist city of Miami really can't give you too much blessing. You can go to a big city, so that your influence will increase faster, and it will also be more suitable for you to make some extra money by filming movies."
"I'll think about it." Yang Mo nodded slightly, but he still hadn't made a clear decision: "Even if I want to leave, I can't leave in such a treacherous way. I can't convince myself to let down so many fans in Miami who love me."
"Let's talk about it later. There's no rush. Next, you should focus on honing your basketball skills and don't fight for the ball. You'll be leaving in the end anyway, so you might as well leave a good impression now." Lu Xueman suggested again.
"I'll take care of it myself." Yang Mo nodded slightly, then walked out the door and headed straight for the airport.
After meeting up with her teammates, Yang Mo flew directly to Sartorius. As soon as she got off the plane, she turned on her cell phone and received a call from Jessica. She told Yang Mo that she had arrived in Los Angeles and would have a week's annual leave after the concert the day after tomorrow.
Jessica over there was very happy, and Yang Mo was also very happy, because it meant that he could finally have fun with Jessica for a few days, and Yang Mo couldn't help but imagine what would happen in these few days.
After hanging up the phone with Jessica, Yang Mo felt extremely relaxed and began to look forward to the All-Star Game.
Yang Mo was looking forward to the All-Star weekend. The All-Stars were also waiting for him. David Stern was delighted to see Yang Mo's votes rising steadily. Nearly 700 million votes, more than 690 million ahead of the second place LeBron James! This was a strong victory that crushed the votes of all other All-Stars combined! It was simply a massacre!
David Stern has always wanted to promote the NBA to the world. He has been constantly creating basketball idols like Kobe Bryant and LeBron James, hoping to achieve the same impact as Michael Jordan did. Unfortunately, the effect is not obvious. At most, they can attract fans who love basketball. For people outside of basketball, they have no appeal at all. Now, Yang Mo has emerged as a superhero. Although the world is paying attention to his violent kung fu and fierce momentum in fighting kidnappers, they are also paying attention to the fact that he is an NBA player. This can be confirmed by the fact that his All-Star votes are about to exceed 700 million.
For Stern, attention means money. More than 30 years ago, he gave NBA videos to CCTV for free in order to attract the attention of the world's most populous country. Thirty years later, China has become the NBA's largest market outside the United States.
That’s the power of attention.
In the past, Stern always wanted to gain more attention by promoting stars, but now there is no need for that, because Yang Mo is already a well-known figure. He only needs to allocate a little more promotional resources and give her a boost, and everything will fall into place.
Stern allocated promotional resources to promote Yang Mo, and Yang Mo naturally benefited from it. At least he appeared in various NBA promotional videos, and his highlights could be seen on various sports channels around the world.
David Stern was silently promoting Yang Mo, but Yang Mo was completely unaware of this. He seldom paid attention to things outside the arena. When Lu Xueman handed over a shocking contract, he would at most say: Wow, I’m so advanced!
The Heat's away game against the Kings was a massacre without much suspense. The only surprise was that more than 20,000 fans poured into the Arco Arena, creating the best record for the Kings since the departure of stars such as Webber. Among these 20,000 people, about 60% came for Yang Mo. Whenever Yang Mo got the ball, they would spontaneously shout "Super Yang!"
Before at the American Airlines Center, Yang Mo didn’t think she was that popular. After all, home fans had done the same thing before, although at a slightly lower volume.
This away game really scared him. Those teenagers who shouted "super yang" felt like Chun Ge's fans, even more fanatical than Yumi Tuan.
After the game, Yang Mo did not forget to bow to those crazy fans who had been cheering for him from the beginning to the end. It would have been better if he had not bowed, but once he bowed, the whole audience screamed again and kept shouting "Super Yang!"
When Yang Mo walked into the dressing room, she could still hear their cheers in unison. It felt like fans at a concert who refused to leave and shouted for an encore.
But where would Yang Mo get an encore song for them? He wasn't a singer, so was he going to dunk the ball? Or blow someone's head off?
It lasted for about half an hour before the crazy fans gradually dispersed.
Yang Mo now understands what those young girls in China who are obsessed with Korean stars are like. They are too fanatical!
When the shouting outside stopped, Yang Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief. He muttered in his heart: "Oh my God, I have become an idol star. No wonder so many film companies invite me to make movies. With this momentum, even if the movie is shit, it can still become the box office champion. This appeal is really amazing!"
Yang Mo didn't know what she had done. But when she thought about it, she was quite capable compared to those superstar singers who could only sing. At least her punches hit the flesh, blood was drawn, and brain matter was spilled out. There was no falsehood at all.
After taking a shower, I returned to the team bus. As soon as the bus drove out of the garage, it was surrounded by a huge crowd. They actually shouted super yang in unison again!
Looking out the window at the fans who had surrounded the square, Yang Mo really wanted to go down and say hello to them, but in order not to cause unnecessary unrest or a stampede, he could only wave through the window and watch as the riot police came out to separate them and send buses to drive out the crowd.
After the bus drove out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were afraid that the bus would be smashed by these crazy fans. After all, Yang Mo's fan club is called the Violent Group, and God knows whether they have violent tendencies.
"Yang, you are so cool now, more popular than Michael Jordan. Jordan couldn't make so many fans crazy back then." Beasley couldn't help but loudly envy Yang Mo after the bus got on track: "I wish I were as popular as you, then I will definitely get a few female fans."
"Look at how little you have achieved." Qian Moss, who was standing next to him, looked down on him and said, "If I were that famous, I would just stop playing basketball and go make movies. I could make more money in just a few movies than I would make playing basketball my whole life."
"Yes, filming a movie!" Beasley suddenly remembered something, slapped his head, and exclaimed: "Yang, when you go to film in the future, can you introduce me to the director? I don't want to charge any fee, as long as I can have an important role."
"Important role? The drug dealer who gets killed by a biker gang in the opening scene?" Chalmers complained about his brother again, causing laughter in the bus. It's no wonder that Beasley doesn't need any makeup to play a drug dealer with his ugly face. He can just put a cigarette in his mouth and act like a drug dealer.
"Can't I just play the second male lead who steals the protagonist's girlfriend?" Beasley argued to himself very seriously.
"Go to hell! If you play the second male lead, it will be difficult for the movie box office to exceed one hundred dollars." Qian Moss kept complaining.
The two argued back and forth, and Yang Mo felt happy listening to it, as if she was listening to a crosstalk.
After a while, the two's crosstalk performance ended, and the bus gradually returned to calm. The other teammates fell asleep peacefully, but Yang Mo couldn't fall asleep. Watching the bus quickly driving to Los Angeles in the dark night, he couldn't help but look forward to his first All-Star trip, his sponsor signings, the commercials, and most importantly , his reunion with Jessica.
