"You talked with that big devil for so long, just discussing how he robbed Larry Bird from us back then?"

Oh, I forgot to tell you that Harding Parton is an Indiana.

They almost chose Bird with the No. 1 pick back then. Unfortunately, Bird was not sure of playing in the future and did not take the initiative to run. Auerbach took advantage of the loophole and stole Bird from their noses.

"steal?"

Mo Mengchen's eyes rolled, and Patton was nothing wrong with saying this, it was indeed stealing.

But who should I blame this? Who told you not to understand the loopholes in the rules?

"Yes, otherwise what do you want me to talk to him? Talking about his cigar? Or talking about his ring count?" Mo Mengchen asked back sarcastically.

"Damn it, he likes you so much, you should let him put pressure on the Celtics. He is in the Celtics' words!" Parton said.

"As far as I know, after the overdose of drug use by a genius who claimed to be no less than Jordan, he stopped asking about the Celtics."

Mo Mengchen didn't want to bother an old man whom he had never met before.

If the other party is so optimistic about him, he will naturally prove it to the other party.

"Fortunately, we have received the promise of three teams. The next stop is Detroit. You are ready and I will go with you tomorrow."

Parton muttered in Momonchen's ear.

Detroit, City of Cars, City of Sin.

"How about Detroit policing?"

"You'll know when you go to the city center. It's better not to go alone."

Before boarding the plane, Momonchen asked Patton about Detroit and he gave an uncomfortable answer.

A two-hour air trip finally arrived at the destination.

Mo Mengchen took a nap for a while, and after the plane arrived at the station, the radio woke him up.

His face turned and saw Parton opening his mouth, saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, and still breathing, feeling very disgusting.

"Wake up!"

"We're here?"

"arrive."

Mo Mengchen picked up his luggage as usual and walked off the plane in an orderly manner with the help of the flight attendant.

Parton received new news as soon as he got off the plane.

"Mo, San Antonio is very interested in you."

"oh?"

Mo Mengchen turned to him.

"They sent you a tryout invitation," Parton said. "They seem to have heard about your performance and have a one-on-one tryout for you."

"This is a preferential treatment I have never had before!"

One-on-one trial? What is that?

Only those prides of heaven will be treated like this.

"Did you tell them I'm trying out in Detroit?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Parton said: "I said that, I will wait until you finish your trial in Detroit before replying to them."

“That’s right.”

Although San Antonio is a good choice, it is not the team Mo Mengchen likes.

First, he is a time traveler, and then a player.

As a time traveler, he knows many things in the future. To make full use of these advantages, he has to go to a team that can be controlled.

What team is the Spurs? It's the team that belongs to Popovich. When he goes there, he's just a player.

As Popovich said: "We only need a group of players who work hard, play with all their strength, and go home to sleep obediently."

These requirements Mo Mengchen could easily do, but he had to do much more than that.

He knows how fierce the competition in the NBA will be, so he needs some helpers, and this requires a management team that values ​​his opinions.

Or be bold, he wants a management team with his will as the main focus.

For players, this kind of thinking is a ruthless one. Even Michael Jordan cannot control the management, but that's what he thinks and plans.

Although he doesn't know what team will be selected in ten days.

Momonchen and Patton were about to walk out of the airport, when suddenly, in the middle of the hall, the glass on the roof suddenly broke and fell.

“Ah~~~!”

Mo Mengchen heard a scream and looked back and saw a child twitching on the ground.

In just a few seconds, his direction became a pool of blood.

"Help!"

"Oh my god, Adrian!"

A young woman ran to him, but she didn't dare to go forward because his body was filled with glass scum.

"Help!!" she cried in horror.

“Call 911 quickly!”

The security guard at the scene shouted.

The crowd surrounded them, covering their mouths, expressing regret for the unfortunate boy.

A middle-aged male doctor with a moxie's head came out: "I'm a doctor, let me see!"

The boy was already in a coma, and his neck was bleeding.

He only glanced at it: "His vein may have been cut..."

"Who has a clean cloth, give me one!" he shouted loudly.

The young woman had tears on her face: "I have clean clothes in my suitcase."

"Can!"

Hearing this, she immediately opened her suitcase and took out the clean changing clothes.

Mo Mengchen approached and took a closer look.

The middle-aged male doctor placed his clothes on the wound and gently pressed them down.

"Do you want to kill him?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged doctor, the young woman, and others at the scene looked at the person talking - Parton was stunned and suddenly realized that this was a rare opportunity.

He walked away quietly.

The middle-aged male doctor said in a deep voice: "I am saving him, he has shed too much blood!"

"You made a low-level mistake." Mo Mengchen walked forward.

"Do you think I will forget to interpret? I'm not wrong!"

The middle-aged male doctor raised his head arrogantly. Mo Mengchen was a pitiful idiot in his eyes. He didn't know anything, but he was pointing fingers.

"I am a doctor. I have been in medicine for twenty years. I know more about where the jugular vein is than you!"

His eyes were as sharp as a murderous knife, and he wanted to drink Mo Mengchen back.

Mo Mengchen squatted down, patted the other person's hand, and moved his clothes upwards: "If it's an adult, you are not wrong; but he is a child, he has not yet developed well, you pressed his trachea and was suffocating him."

When Mo Mengchen made this move, everyone saw the boy breathing.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged male doctor asked.

Mo Mengchen opened his suitcase, and there were some first aid tools on it.

Although he is not a doctor, he still carries these things.

There are always such emergencies, and he can not only save people, but also earn points.

There were more and more people at the scene, and tourists who came to travel took out their cameras to take pictures of this scene.

Mo Mengchen did not stop from beginning to end and treated the wound perfectly.

When he came to his senses, twenty minutes had passed.

"The ambulance is here!"

The young woman grabbed Mo Mengchen's hand: "Sir, how is Adrian's situation?"

“He’s very good.”

Momeng Dust Path.
To be continued...