NBA Backer King

   Chapter 157 Lao Zhang wants to change careers

  Wang Tiejun had two quarters in this game, but he performed well in the first and last quarters, and two reporters ran to him to interview.

   "Japanese?"

   Among the two reporters, there is a yellow race, he is a reporter, this person has interviewed him.

   "Yes, old K, I interviewed you last time." The Japanese reporter said respectfully.

   "Oh, do you broadcast the regular season in Japan?" he asked casually.

   "Yes, our TV Tokyo broadcasts six NBA regular season games every week. It has been broadcast since 1978, and the number of broadcasts has been expanding." The reporter introduced.

   "Are there any broadcasts of our Suns games?" he asked.

"Sorry, old K, because the broadcast schedule was set last year, and it can't be changed. We didn't broadcast the Suns game. But because of your reasons, our station has decided to increase the broadcast of the Suns next season." Reporter back.

   "That's good news. But how many fans do I have in Japan now?" he asked curiously.

The reporter smiled excitedly: "Old K, although we did not broadcast the regular season of the Suns, we have been broadcasting the playoffs of the Suns. You have performed well in the playoffs, and you already have a group of fans in China. "

"Really?"

   He was very happy to hear that there were a group of Japanese fans, but unfortunately, there is no plan to broadcast the game in China.

   The reporter said again: "Old K, have you heard of the Japanese basketball cartoon 'Slam Dunk'?"

   "I heard of it." He nodded.

  The reporter immediately took out a beautiful box from his bag, which was quite large, and handed it over respectfully, saying:

   "Our TV station has recently received a lot of gifts from your fans. Here are some of the letters we have selected, as well as a set of 'Slam Dunk' cartoons sent to you by fans. I hope you will accept them."

   He took it and tore off the wrapping paper on the outside. Inside were several comic book-like comics and dozens of letters.

   In this stadium, after the game every night, there are a lot of chicks who want to climb into his bed, but no one wrote him or sent him gifts. He flipped through those letters, as if he had a strange feeling.

   At this time, the reporter said: "We received a lot of calls from your fans during the playoffs broadcast. They even thought that you were the prototype of Goken Akagi in Slam Dunk."

"what?"

  Pharaoh feels funny, this doesn't need to be arranged by Takehiko Inoue, the fans themselves have their own ideas.

   After the interview, he and his teammates returned to the locker room and started the ice bath again.

   After a few soaks, he felt pretty good, and it was really good for his physical recovery, but he was worried that he might get arthritis when he got old.

   "The Knicks won at home, 101:105, eliminated the Hornets and made it to the Eastern Conference Finals. But I don't think they can beat the Bulls."

"Western Finals, Mosaic lost on the road, 95:120, a big defeat, and now they are behind two to three. If they can win the G6 game back at home, they still have to tie seven, and we have a few days to rest. time."

   After a while, assistant coach Lewis announced the results of the other two games outside.

   At this time, the head coach Westphal said: "Everyone is very tired. The team has a holiday for the past two days. They are all at home and have a good rest. Don't do other irrelevant things, including the thing between your wife and girlfriend."

   Having said this, he raised his voice and shouted: "Old K, did you hear it?"

   "I heard, I don't have a wife or girlfriend, you don't have to worry, I don't have the habit of using my hands." Lao Wang replied quickly.

   "Haha..." The locker room burst into laughter.

   Westphal exhorted: "Your physical fitness worries me the most, and I warn you, even if the most beautiful female star in Hollywood asks you, you have to tie my belt tightly."

   "Tight her or mine?" Pharaoh asked quickly.

   "Puchi, haha..." The locker room burst into laughter again.

   One hour after the game, the press conference begins.

  There is no media on the eliminated Spurs, the losers are not paid attention, and the Suns are overcrowded.

   "Charles, how does it feel to be in the Western Conference Finals?" a reporter asked.

   "Oh, it's like what it was like before my first date with my wife. It's so exciting, so exciting," Barkley said excitedly.

   "Who do you think is the Sonics or the Mosaic more likely to be the Suns' opponent in the Western Conference finals?" The reporter asked again.

   "It's possible, they are all very strong opponents." Barkley said calmly.

   His answer was not satisfactory to the reporter and was not newsworthy. The reporter who asked the next question immediately turned his gun and asked Wang Tiejun's head.

   "Old K, congratulations, you are the first rookie in 1992 to reach the finals as the main force in your rookie season."

   "Oh, didn't O'Neal make it to the finals? What about Alonzo Mourning, was he also eliminated?"

   Comrade Pharaoh asked with a look of surprise.

   "Haha..." The reporters below suddenly fell down laughing.

   Sure enough, the reporters were still more satisfied with Old K's answer.

The reporter who asked the question immediately asked again: "Old K, in the five games in the second round, you averaged 37.6 minutes per game, nearly minutes more than in the first round, made 6 of 11 shots, and made 1.5 fewer shots than the first round. 54.5%, 3 percentage points higher than the first round, 6.4 penalty 3.8, 59% hit rate.

   scored 15.8 points, 11.8 rebounds, 3.4 assists, 1 steal, 2.6 blocks, 2.6 turnovers and 3.4 fouls. It is the team's fourth scoring point, second only to Barkley, Dan Marley and Kevin Johnson.

   Do you think your current level is a first-class, not a second-class center? "

   "Of course I'm a first-class center. I'm a first-class center who is good on offense and defense."

  Pharaoh said firmly: "Look at my statistics, steals, blocks, assists, points, rebounds, and my shooting percentage, free throws, which second-class center in the league can do this?"

   His words did not arouse any objection from the reporters below. After all, this statistic is there. Except for the score, all other stats have reached the level of a first-class center.

   "Why do many people say that your defense is not good?" The reporter asked.

   "I understand this. They are asking me to be a super center. This is an incentive for me. I will work harder. Thank them for their recognition." He said with a smile.

   The host turned over an ABC TV reporter's card at this time. The reporter still asked him a question and asked, "Old K, which team would you like to be your opponent in the Western Conference Finals?"

This question was asked by Barkley just now, but the fat man didn't say it, but now it was asked on his head again, he didn't hesitate, and immediately said: "This is not a question of whether I want to or not, the Mosaic team played too softly, and finally killed Only the Supersonics will enter the Western Conference Finals.

Charles once told me that none of the three super centers has won the championship so far. I think this is the reason. Their skills are too good and their quality is too good, so they rely on these. It can also avoid confrontation, so vote and vote, the championship is all taken away by others. "

"Ha ha…"

   The reporters below all laughed. It’s still old K. It’s much easier to answer questions than Barkley.

  Buckley gave Pharaoh a hard look from below, then leaned over and whispered, "Shut up, Old K, why are you bringing me up?"

   "Old K, you had a serious physical problem in the second round, so will you reduce your playing time in the next Western Conference finals?" the next reporter asked.

   "The coaching staff will consider it. But the Western Conference Finals will start on the 24th. We still have at least 5 days of rest. I believe my physical fitness will recover well." He asked.

   "Old K, after the second round, the league will announce the winner of the regular season MVP. How much do you think Barkley hopes to win this honor?" a reporter asked.

"he?"

Glancing at Barkley, the latter was calm, but looked nervous at first glance, he smiled and said: "From the record, Charles should be the most promising, I think he should have the opportunity to win this honor. ."

   "Who do you think Barkley or Jordan is most qualified for MVP?" the reporter asked.

   "Of course it's Charles," he said without hesitation.

   "Why? Jordan's stats are better than Barkley's." The reporter asked.

   "Because he is my brother, I must and can only support him." He said firmly.

   "Thank you, brother!" Buckley said with emotion.

   "Damn, you still sent me a girl, and if you don't honor it, next time someone asks me, I will change my words." He whispered.

   "Puff!"

Dan Marley and Kevin Johnson next to    laughed.

   After half an hour, the press conference was over.

  Wang Tiejun came to the parking lot. Instead of taking the team bus, he took a reasonable car to go home. On the way, he received a call from his agent, Lance Hawksman.

   "Old K, congratulations, you performed well tonight."

"thanks!"

"During the playoffs, your sneaker sales have been stable, and the Mammoths have a lot of confidence in you now, which is in your best interest. Remember, try to play well in the Western Conference Finals, old K, you The performance on the court is the confidence I give you to talk about the endorsement. In the past few days, I have talked twice with the five local Phoenix companies that wanted you to be an endorsement last time. Not bad, the contract amount has increased a lot. But it's not enough, I think it can be higher."

   "Really, that's great!"

   hung up the phone, he calculated the money in his hand, there was still a total of 4 million US dollars, except for the salary that has been withheld, other taxes have not been paid, the deadline for personal tax returns is April 15th, but there is no hurry.

After carefully calculating the tax to be paid, the heavy 1.5 million endorsement fee has almost been spent, almost 700,000 tax has not been paid, Mammoth's 2.25 million and CAA's 1 million signing fee, save the tax After that, there will be about 1.6 million left. This year, after the salary deduction from the team, there will be 650,000 left, which just happened to pay the heavy tax. Although there are still 4 million in hand, it will be about 1.6 million in the end. At least 2.3 million in tax.

   He was very upset when he thought that most of the money in his hand belonged to the US government.

   "Why are you so happy about the news?" Zhang Lili asked while driving.

   "It's the endorsement contracts of the five local companies last time. If Hoxman renegotiates with them again, he should be able to get more money." He said excitedly.

   "I'm going to make a fortune again, I'm envious!" Lao Zhang laughed.

   "Unfortunately, in addition to paying taxes, you have to pay your salary." He said regretfully.

   "Squeak!"

   Lao Zhang's hand shook, the steering wheel slipped, almost lost his grip, and hurriedly stepped on it.

   "Brother Zhang, what are you doing?" he asked hastily.

   Lao Zhang glared at him and said angrily, "What do you think, co-author, do you still want to prostitute me for nothing?"

   "Haha, just kidding, Brother Zhang, you find me a training place in Sijiucheng, and I will train there." He said quickly.

   "It's about the same."

   Lao Zhang said while cheering: "I'll find you a training place in the university, the offseason is just the summer vacation."

   "Okay." He nodded.

   Lao Zhang said, "I'm going to buy a house first when I return to China."

   "Aren't you a local and don't have a house in Sijiucheng?" he asked in surprise.

"I had no money at all when I was playing. After I got married, I lived in a house divided by the unit. Now I'm a poor man. I don't need money or a house. The housing prices in these four and nine cities are rising every year. I earned a little bit of money with you in a month, enough for a house." Lao Zhang said with a smile.

   "I'm going to train in Sijiucheng this time. It seems that I have to buy a house. Brother Zhang, how much is the house price now?"

   "I have inquired about it. Within the third ring road, it is more than 2,000 and one flat, and a house can be purchased for more than 200,000 yuan, which is about 30,000 US dollars."

   "That's fine, you can ask me when you go back, and I'll buy one set. No, my two sisters also have to prepare one set for them. Let's buy three sets first, the bigger ones."

   "Okay, go back and I'll arrange your training, and I'll do it."

   "Do the housing prices in the Four Nine Cities go up every year?"

   "Yeah, let's change it. In recent years, the pace has been quite big, and the price of commercial housing has risen sharply. In 1983, do you know how much the house price was per flat?"

"How many?"

   "Sixty or seventy yuan per flat."

   "Lying wipe!"

   "But at that time, the per capita salary was only a few dozen yuan. If you calculate it, that is, a month and a half's salary is enough to buy a flat. Now, it is four or five hundred yuan a flat, which is still several times higher!"

   "How many times?"

  Pharaoh, who likes money, is moved. The money in his hand is useless, why not buy more apartments?

   "Tie Jun, what do you think about the job of a commentator? I actually like this job, and I have done it before." Zhang Lili said.

   "You want to change careers?" he asked in surprise.

   "There is such a meaning, let's see the opportunity." Zhang Lili laughed.

   He had long thought of changing careers, because by Wang Tiejun's side, his job was not a trainer at all, but a chorus. All Wang Tiejun's training content had nothing to do with him, which was a blow to him and made him very disappointed.

   Of course, I followed Wang Tiejun, I made money, but I was too embarrassed, so I had the idea of ​​changing careers.

  …

   Back home, without sleepiness for a while, Wang Tiejun opened a letter from a Japanese fan.

   "What is written here?"

   At first glance, it is all Japanese, and I can understand a lot of characters. There are a lot of square characters, but I can’t understand them together.

   I folded a few more letters, and the same thing happened, but one letter even included a picture of a girl with a white shirt and a miniskirt.

   "Lying wipe, do Japanese girls wear such cool clothes?"

   thorn pulling thorn pulling, he dismantled all the letters, and took out some photos.

   "My eighth, what photo did you send me?"

   There was actually a photo of a femininity man, his charming eyes made him shudder, and he hurriedly threw it into the trash can.

   After thinking about it, he was still a little disgusted, he picked it up again, ran to the kitchen and set it on fire.

   Lying back on the bed, he flipped through the set of Slam Dunk comics, but unfortunately, it was still in Japanese, which made him disinterested and put it aside.

   (end of this chapter)