June 26, 1996

Detroit

Galritton Apartment

Yesterday, Mo Mengchen officially acquired Galritton Apartment at a price of 20% higher than the market price. Now this apartment belongs to him, but few people know about it.

Many people think that Mo Mengchen is just an ordinary resident.

More and more people are squatting outside Galritton's apartment. Unfortunately, Mo Mengchen is proficient in disguise. They always don't know when Mo Mengchen will go out and when he will return.

Today, when the 1996 draft was held, Momonchen invited Hill, Dumas and Houston.

While preparing dinner, he turned on the TV, cut to ESPN Sports Channel, and watched the live broadcast of the talent show.

"I heard there are a lot of good players this year," Houston said.

Mo Mengchen cut the steak and inserted it: "Yes, there are definitely many people who can play better than you in their rookie season."

"Just them? Beyond me?" Houston rolled his eyes and turned into an emoticon similar to Nick Young's smile in minutes in later generations.

Houston was shocked when Stern shouted out this year's No. 1 pick in his duck voice: "Six feet tall? So short? Or an SG? Is Philadelphia crazy?"

"You didn't watch this year's NCAA? This guy is very strong!" Hill hopes that he will pay attention.

The King of Zhongtou raised his chin proudly, making him look very proud.

"So what if he is stronger? He is only six feet tall and may still look a little hydrated." Houston expressed doubts about Iverson's prospects.

"Come on a bet?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"What bet? You said!" Houston said.

"Stay calm! Calm down! Alan, don't bet with him!" Hill seemed to be gambling himself, "Don't bet with him!"

Mo Mengchen said: "In four years, he will become the scoring champion."

"Bah!"

Houston stood up and shouted: "I would rather believe that your defense has improved. Grant's three-point standard is not convinced that this guy can get the scoring king! It's not that there are no one in the league. Can this short guy get the scoring king? I'll eat this plate!"

"I don't need you to eat the plate, just say you should bet or not." Mo Mengchen grilled four servings of steak, which was bright in color and looked delicious.

Houston stared at the dinner made by Mo Mengchen at a glance and said, "I'll bet on you no matter what."

"So, if he becomes the scoring leader, you have to promise me one thing; same, if he doesn't do it, I have to promise you one thing. Of course, this thing must be reasonable and legal. If you want me to force Grant to perform a scalpel with a scalpel, I'm sorry, I refuse."

"puff!!"

The noble son from Duke University, the invincible Devil Mountain in the University League, jumped up and protested loudly.

This matter has nothing to do with him at all. Why did it touch him again? Is there any reason for it?

Houston felt that the bet was reasonable and he had an unlimited chance of winning.

He didn't believe that Iverson, the dead short man, would one day get the scoring king. This is impossible. The talent in the league is not dead again. Can this dead short man be the turn?

Within four years?

Humph! It’s impossible for forty years!

Actually, if you only add another one in Houston, Mo Mengchen might be afraid.

For example, Iverson will score the scoring champion with at least 43% shooting percentage.

Mo Mengchen admitted defeat.

"You guy, who can you be a doctor and play basketball with this cooking skills? If I were you, I would open a restaurant across the street to ensure that the business would be booming!"

Hill cursed at the forefront and ate steak at the forefront.

At this time, Stern was at the fifth pick.

The Timberwolves won Ray Allen, and then news came out of the free market. The Timberwolves traded with the Bucks, and Gentleman Lei and Marbury swapped the team.

"These guys all look good." Dumas asked, "Mo, who do you prefer the most?"

Momonchen lowered his head and ate the steak and said, "Allen Iverson, Kobe Bryant, Steve Nash, Ben Wallace."

"I've heard of the first three, who is the last one?" Dumas couldn't remember.

Hill and Houston were even more confused. They had never heard of this name.

It’s not their fault. Big Ben is a second-level league. No matter how good the second-level league is, his reputation in the professional circle will not be too high. Moreover, those who are a second-level league like them are discriminated against in participating in the draft, not to mention that he is still a 201-centimeter short center.

"He is very capable, but he will lose the election because few people can see his talent, and I will introduce him to Doug." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston finished his steak in the blink of an eye and asked, "Can you lose the election if you have the strength? Can you still be so optimistic about him? Who is he? Where is the position?"

"He is 201 cm tall."

"Ahhh, Grant, you have to be careful."

"Fight the center."

"Ahem cough ~~~!"

Poor Hill and others just wanted to have a dinner and slap water before parting. How could they get so much choked by Mo Mengchen?

Houston began to laugh: "Mo, I found that you are a fucking joking genius, why didn't I find you so humorous?"

"This is not a joke, it's because you have too many humorous cells." Mo Mengchen said.

Houston laughed.

"This sentence just now is a joke. I mean, you have a lot of humorous cells - it's weird. I'm serious, this guy has great potential." Mo Mengchen reiterated.

This is also impossible. Now it is the end of the center's prosperity. Although the centers of the major superstars are getting older, they are still worth fighting. These people are all over seven feet tall and are not as tall as seven feet tall. If they are not tall enough, like Olajuwon, at most, they can count the height of their sneakers when reporting their height. Then, they are still seven feet tall.

Ben Wallace is only 201 cm tall, and his height looks short when playing against power forwards. How could he actually play against center?

Houston joked, Hill laughed, only Dumas wanted to know why Momonchen was so optimistic about Wallace.

Mo Mengchen also consciously explained to him why he was optimistic about Wallace: "I have watched his game. His enthusiasm, strength, hardness, control of rebounds, and assisted defense without loopholes on the defensive end to make up for sweeping."

"Wait!" Houston interrupted him again, "How could he lose the election if he is so powerful?"

Mo Mengchen originally wanted to use Tom Brady to be selected in the 199th pick in the sixth round, but when he thought, it was fucking 1996, and Brady was still having fun.

"You said that he is only 201 cm tall, not everyone believes that he can become the defensive player of the year like me." Mo Mengchen's words choked on the other three again.

"I want to make another bet with you," Houston said.

"I'm not interested, I don't want to beat you too many times." Houston was very unhappy with his extremely confident look.

It’s not known whether Wallace can play in the NBA, but this guy has already blown him to heaven.

Mo Mengchen's words were shocking, and this was the first time he showed that he had two "sighted eyes" in front of his teammates, especially Dumas.

When Stern read Kobe's name, Mo Mengchen whispered at him again.

The three of them still don’t believe Kobe can reach the heights Mo Mengchen said.

Until Nash appeared, Mo Mengchen said that he could become an MVP player, and Hill stopped doing it.

"I want to make a bet with you!"

Hill seemed to have forgotten how he stopped Houston just now.

"What are you betting on?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Hill said: "Everything can be gambled is OK, I don't believe he can become an MVP!"

"What if I'm right?"

"If you are right, I will praise you in front of the whole world!"

"OK, if I'm wrong, I'll praise you in front of the whole world."

It was not until the end that the Pistons successfully took Jerome Williams and Momonchen turned off the TV.

Seeing the team's newly selected rookie showed off his face on live TV, Houston said: "Do you think he's very ungrateful?"

This meal was the last meal that the four of them had before the offseason started.

During the offseason, Mo Mengchen's plan is to continue special training and improve the score as much as possible before the new season arrives.

Hill has accepted the call for the US national team and will represent the Dream Team in the Olympics held in Atlanta, the mainland of the United States.

Before parting, Mo Mengchen also bet with him that if they meet the Chinese team, he will be blocked and dunked by a young Chinese center.

Hill was furious and asked his name.

Mo Mengchen said he didn't know, but just told him repeatedly that if he was really covered up, please bet on him with great eloquence at the end of the game.

Hill said angrily: "I will never be blocked by the Chinese center, never!"

"Who knows?" Mo Mengchen spread his hands.

Houston is more complicated. He also wants to calm down and train during this period to improve his skills. However, his contract expires, and the agency team behind him hopes that he will go to big cities.

He hopes to stay more than to go to big cities.

Now he is undecided and his future is full of unknowns.

Dumas will travel, and veterans like him don’t have to practice hard for improvement. The best way to rest is to take advantage of this time to relax and start training a month before the start of the season.

After playing for a lifetime, he knew how to adjust to his best form before the season started.

July

Dura Electric has officially reached an agreement with the Pistons. In the next three years, they will become the Pistons' new jersey sponsor. It is reported that this is a jersey sponsorship contract second only to the Knicks.

On the day the agreement was reached, Mo Mengchen came to the scene. As the only player among the people present, Dura and he had a drink and chatted with him, which shocked many people.

Dura Jr. said Dura Electric is considering setting up its headquarters in Detroit. If the proposal is passed, he will become the Pistons' season ticket owner in the future, so that he can better appreciate Dor.Mo's game.

The speaker may not be intentional, and the listener must be mindful.

After Dura said that, Sayu Rao, the Pistons' basketball operations officer, looked at Mo Mengchen deeply.

Afterwards, she greeted Mo Mengchen with a cup in public.
Chapter completed!