"Is there anything special about him?"

"As you, does this count?"

What Xie Hou needs to confirm is: "Listen to you or to your mother?"

"I have heard that song, Jay Chou is very good!" Zhang Cheng's biggest problem is when he is joking and not picking. Xie Hou asked him questions very seriously, but he played a joke for no reason?

Xie Hou wondered if he had too many smiles on his face on weekdays, otherwise why would those who worked for him be so calm?

Who has ever seen a boss who is less majestic than him?

"Isn't it funny?"

Xie Hou was originally a person who likes to laugh. Zhang Cheng joked, but he didn't expect that the smile on the boss's face not only did not become more intense, but instead showed signs and tendency to shrink in a curve.

Fortunately, although this Northeastern man is not at ease, he can still observe his expression and expression.

"It's not as funny as you think. It's better to answer my question first." Xie Hou said.

Zhang Cheng cleared his throat and calmed down his joking mood. He saw Wang Hao pass another hand-shaking pass. He was well aware of Coach Lu's strategy at a young age and handed the ball to the best person.

Wang Chuchu's skills are so comprehensive. He has shown dribbling, hooking and support before, but now he has played a Garnett-style shoulder-shaking jump shot.

His bounce height and speed are absolutely incomparable to the Wolf King. This ball gives people a sense of maturity.

Since he had shown enough comprehensiveness before, every move he made was a threatening test for his opponent, so he shook his shoulders a few times and his defense was shaken away.

Zhang Cheng was about to reply to his boss's words, but heard another question.

"Has he grown taller?" Xie Hou asked.

Wang Chuchu's skills are fine. If it weren't for the poor health and the movement speed could not keep up, his skills could even play the third position.

Since the speed cannot get faster, playing inside is his only way out.

A 203 cm inside line is rare in contemporary times. If it can grow to about 205 cm, his career prospects will be very bright.

"He grew 1 cm long, and he was 207 cm tall in shoes. As an inside line, he was tall enough." Zhang Cheng said optimistically.

Xie Hou chuckled and said, "Ben Wallace can still quote 208 cm in terms of hairstyle."

Zhang Cheng is no longer poor and honestly said to Xie Hou: "According to the American high school coaches, the height of the NBA's big men has shown a downward trend in recent years."

"Do you think he should aim at NBA?" Is Zhang Cheng crazy or am I looking down on these children too much? King Arthur fell into his own thoughts.

Zhang Cheng stopped talking nonsense. He felt that he was becoming more and more like an idiot subordinate who couldn't speak in Xie Hou's eyes.

In order not to be suddenly fired one day in the future, he has to find a sense of existence.

His way of finding a sense of existence is simple and funny: "Mr. Xie, didn't you ask Wang Hao if he listened to me? Listen, I'm just like his godfather."

"He has a problem with his playing style now," Xie Hou said. "If we push Wang Chuchu down from a high building of 100, he will also hug Wang Chuchu's thigh and die together."

This metaphor...

He opened his mouth and twitched slightly, "What is your opinion?"

"Since he listens to you, let him beat him harder. I want to see his true abilities." Xie Hou said.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng understood and stepped forward and shouted Wang Hao.

The game was interrupted for a few seconds.

Wang Hao turned his head and Xie Hou probably saw his face clearly. Just like his playing style, he had an unrememberable face.

Xie Hou would probably have to read it ten times before he could write down the outline of this face, but over time, he would probably forget what Wang Hao looked like.

People who look uncharacteristic are so helpless.

"Mr. Xie wants to see what you have in addition to passing the ball to Xiaopang!" Zhang Cheng shouted.

Wang Hao also responded with a shout: "I have all kinds of abilities."

In a typical child's words, Xie Hou smiled and said to Zhang Cheng: "Don't just talk but don't practice, just do it for me."

If you want to know how good Wang Hao is, you have to know how good his opponent is.

"Who is that black man?"

"A child from France is pure black, with strong physical fitness. He was booked by a high school in Philadelphia early on." After Zhang Chenggang introduced, Wang Hao used his rhythm to beat the black man and scored a jump shot.

Zhang Cheng said excitedly: "Mr. Xie, he really knows everything!"

"How do our scouts evaluate him?" Xie Hou asked.

"This..." Zhang Cheng was embarrassed. He only focused on his children's food, clothing, housing and transportation, and did not care about the scout's views.

His hesitation let Xie Hou know the answer.

He continued to watch. As a professional basketball player, he did not view players as meticulous as scouts. Scouts judged his professional prospects based on the figure of young players, athleticism, ball business, technical characteristics and their development trends over the past few years.

Xie Hou does not have such professional qualities. He looks at players first, first, then, then, and then his personality.

Why not look at talent? Because talent does not require observation.

Byrd decided to fly from Indiana to Moscow to watch his game just by watching a vague videotape. Why? The talent that is visible to the naked eye does not require a magnifying glass.

Some players have been boasting about their talents for many years, and no one cares about how outstanding his talents are except for their mother fans.

Wang Hao is not the kind of talented player. This jump shot just now shows his real skills.

The control skills of the black guards who dare not press on easily further show that his basic skills are excellent. The next step is defense. His physical strength is not advantageous, and his arm span is more than 10 cm away from the opponent. Physical quality? Just looking at the little black man's change direction, Xie Hou felt that this was a kid who could dunk on the position.

There are differences in talent and physical strength.

Unfortunately, this black boy is used to using his talent to crush his opponents. When he meets Wang Hao, who has good defensive habits, he cannot pass it for a while, and the problem of poor basic skills arises.

Wang Hao forced him to stop.

"Boss, both offense and defense, boss! I really don't need to know what those high school scouts think. Wang Hao's strength can definitely be among those strong teams!" Zhang Cheng said regretfully.

Xie Hou asked: "Did they only see it once?"

"It's almost the same, because the United States is not short of talents." Zhang Cheng said a reliable word.

Xie Hou looked at Wang Hao's ball for a long time, but couldn't see where the child's limit was.

"Probably the level of this game is too low, and he doesn't have to work hard to do anything." Xie Hou shook his head, "With his style, he can't tell his true strength without watching a few more games. No wonder no one wants it."

Zhang Cheng asked: "What should I do next?"

"I'll make arrangements." Xie Hou asked, "Do they have classes in the afternoon?"

When I heard the boss say this, even if there is a class, it will become a class without a class.

"No." Zhang Cheng replied.

Xie Hou laughed and said, "Tell them that I want to treat them to a meal."

"They will definitely be very excited!" Zhang Cheng told them the news before the game ended.

Everyone was very excited. They knew who their patron was and what Xie Hou did, but it was not easy to meet him.

It's the first time Xie Hou has taken time to see them after so long.

When they go to their respective high schools, it will be difficult for Xie Hou to see them again.

In order to reward (perhaps) the future of the national basketball team, Xie Hou brought them to Negendorentz.

This is a Michelin three-star restaurant with a buffet Western cuisine.

The eagles were very happy. Although Xie Hou had full sponsorship and all food and accommodation, they only guaranteed that they could enjoy the food and accommodation of ordinary American families. They had never been to such places.

Next, Xie Hou faced the embarrassment of every person named Xie.

"Thank you uncle."

First, the short sentence containing the three words "Xie" sounds uncomfortable, and secondly, he thinks that his idol-like face should not be called uncle by a group of brats who are at most 12 years younger than him in the 27-year-old flower season.

"If you call me brother, I promise to see you again next month."

"Thank you brother!"

"Just call me brother, don't call me brother Xie, listen to the difference."

"Thank you brother!"

Xie Hou felt comfortable, and it was indeed a group of good children. He immediately smiled and said, "Eat whatever you want. After eating, I will take you to a good place."

Xie Hou sat opposite Wang Hao.

Wang Hao admired Xie Hou and was afraid.

Suddenly, Xie Hou thought of another possibility that he had not been taken aback.

Nervous? Maybe it was because I was too nervous at that time? Even if this child doesn’t like to show himself, would he not do his best if he knew that someone was paying attention to his performance?

He is just a child, and Xie Hou doesn't believe he can be so calm.

"Don't be nervous, I won't eat you." Xie Hou poured him a glass of juice.

"Brother, don't worry about him, he's just like that." Wang Chuchu, the little fat man, looked at Han, and his mouth was full of vigor. After a few moments, the brother screamed even more than Xie Jun.

At that moment, Xie Hou thought he had two younger brothers.
To be continued...