Chapter 55 The First 20+10
After completing the training in the morning, Comrade Lao Wang immediately rushed to the training base to eat in order to save money.
When we arrived at the restaurant, several teammates were already sitting at the table, some were watching TV, and some were reading newspapers.
"Hey, is there any news for me today?"
While greeting, he grabbed a few newspapers and started reading.
He still had some expectations. After all, he broke a piece of the basket last night and got another basket.
"Old K, there's news about you in the Phoenix newspapers, and some state newspapers," reminded backup guard Nagle Knight.
“Only local media?”
Lao Wang was disappointed. The local media had limited influence, and those damn American media only reported bad news to him, not good news!
“I don’t want to watch it anymore!”
He was too lazy to read any more and threw the newspaper aside.
"You know, Old K, the Chicago Daily News reported today that Jordan's advertising endorsement income last year exceeded 20 million US dollars."
Substitute small forward Richard Dumars said with envy and jealousy.
"What?"
Lao Wang opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it anymore.
Twenty million dollars a year in advertising endorsement income was simply beyond his comprehension.
This made him envious and jealous. Others made 20 million dollars a year, but he didn't have a dime. The sneakers he wore were supplied by the team. He didn't even have the lowest-level sneaker contract, and no team approached him. The difference was too big.
"Do you have a sneaker contract?" he asked.
A few marginalized people looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Neither do I." Lao Wang said dejectedly.
Knight laughed and said, "Centers don't sell shoes. Plus, you're not popular in the American media. You don't have a fan market in the U.S., so no shoe sponsor will come to you."
“Fuck!”
Lao Wang cursed again in frustration.
"You don't even have an agent, who will find sponsors for you?" Richard Dumas shook his head.
"Actually, the impact is not that big. If there are sponsors interested in you, they will contact the team management. It's just that without an agent, you can't take the initiative to find sponsors." Knight smiled.
"Do you have sponsors?" Lao Wang asked curiously.
You look at me, I look at you again, Knight suddenly complained to himself: "Little characters like us, there is nothing to it."
"Puchi! Haha..."
Lao Wang couldn't help but burst out laughing.
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On the 17th, the Suns faced the weak Bucks in the Eastern Conference at home.
Kevin Johnson was injured, and backup guard Nagle Knight took over as the point guard.
As the first substitute at the No. 1 position, Knight averaged 17 minutes of playing time per game this season, averaging 6.1 points, 2.8 assists, 0.4 steals, 1.4 turnovers, and a shooting percentage of 39.5%. His ability can only be described as average.
As the main point guard in this game, he got a lot of shots, making 7 of 13 shots, and including free throws, he scored 20 points.
Sharing Kevin Johnson's shots was Cedric Ceballos, who made 8 of 11 shots with amazing efficiency, and scored 21 points including free throws.
The reason why these two players exploded in this game was not only because they took a lot of shots, but also because the Bucks had no one in the interior. They had no strength, no height, and no tonnage. The two of them frequently broke into the paint area with amazing efficiency.
Wang Tiejun, on the other hand, faced off against the white center, the 206-cm-tall, 110-kg veteran Frank Brickowski, who completely crushed him in terms of height, weight and strength. In 35 minutes, he made 12 of 14 shots, all of which were dunks at the basket, and 3 of 7 free throws, setting a new career high for him, scoring 27 points, 13 rebounds, 4 assists, 3 blocks, 1 steal, 2 turnovers and 3 fouls.
His shots were not as good as in the previous game because Knight and Cedric took away too many shots, but he also played with the highest efficiency in this game, ranking first in the team.
At the same time, Barkley had a poor touch in this game, making 4 of 14 shots and only getting 12 points, 14 rebounds and 5 assists, so he became the highest scorer of the Suns and won the best player of the game.
He played a total of 8 games, and only scored 5 points and 9 rebounds in the first two games, which dragged down his statistics. Now his average statistics are 13 points, 7.5 rebounds, 1.5 assists, 0.2 steals, 1.5 blocks, 3 turnovers and 3.8 fouls.
At the same time, after this game, he rose to 12th place in the rookie rankings, and one game brought him up 8 places.
In this game, he also received system points rewards for his performance of 20+10.
A score of 20+ is rewarded with 100 points, and a score of 20+10 is rewarded with 100 points. He has accumulated 550 points and can exchange them for a skill optimization card worth 500 points.
After the game, as the best player of the game, he accepted the on-site news interview for the first time.
He was interviewed by local media, Hammers Larry, a team reporter for a sports newspaper, and Locke, a reporter from a local TV station with a camera.
"Old K, this game was your best performance since entering the league. You scored 20+10. What do you think is the most important reason for your outstanding performance?" Locke asked.
"Of course it's the opponent. My opponent tonight didn't confuse me. I can easily carry him to the basket. I can even play for 48 minutes and still maintain enough physical strength." Wang Tiejun said with a smile.
Locke smiled and asked again: "According to relevant media reports, O'Neal's evaluation of you is surprising. He said you are a second-rate center and that you are only interested in other people's butts. He said he will confiscate your basket here next time. Do you have anything to say about this?"
"That wimp?"
Comrade Lao Wang said with disdain: "Wait until he has the ability to not avoid confrontation with me, then he can say anything about me."
"Old K, what type of center do you think you are best at and like to deal with the most?" asked Hammers Larry.
This question is rather embarrassing. Do you want me to say that what I am best at and most like to deal with is the weak center who is not very good?
But he didn't show any weakness, and immediately said with a firm face: "Without a doubt, the ones I am best at and like to deal with the most are wimps like O'Neal and Mourning."
"What?"
The two reporters were stunned.
Old K, he is one of the best guys on the rookie list. You are inferior to him in every statistic. Can we be a little more humble?
Besides, O'Neal might be a little soft, but isn't Mourning soft? He fought against you for the whole game.
An hour later, as the best player of the game, Wang Tiejun again attended the post-match press conference.
"Brother, you have such a bad performance today, do you have the nerve to attend the press conference?"
Walking behind the head coach, he started chatting with Barkley, and his first sentence made Barkley so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"I'm a superstar, Lao K. You're still a Pacific Ocean away from my achievements. How dare you mock me?"
Buckley jumped up and down.
"Brother, I'm just kidding."
Comrade Lao Wang laughed, put his hands around Barkley's head and patted it hard. The patting sound was particularly clear.
"Damn it, don't touch my head with your hands, remember?" Barkley cursed with a smile.
Lao Wang smiled and said, "Charles, I heard that you are very familiar with that guy named Jordan? I have watched some of his game videos and highlights recently. He is really strong, a little bit abnormally strong."
"He is the league's brightest superstar and the strongest scorer. He and I were in the same rookie class, he was the third pick and I was the fifth. We had a good relationship off the court and could joke around freely," Barkley said with a smile.
"I bet you don't dare kick his ass, like this."
Lao Wang fell behind by a step and lightly kicked Barkley on his big butt. The latter staggered and fell on the head coach Paul Westphal in front.
"Old K, you're done!"
Barkley cursed and laughed, then pounced on him with his teeth bared.
"Okay, stop making trouble."
Paul Westphal said with a smile on his face.
