NBA: Goat is actually me

Chapter 14 The First Group of People Who Became Rich
"Meng, I wish us a pleasant cooperation. Next, I will help you get a tryout. As far as I know, several teams are very interested in you. You can come to me for anything in life."

"David, I need a trainer."

Meng Jin didn't bother to be polite with Falk and expressed his demands directly.

Through this period of training, Meng Jin found that blind practice was not effective and he needed to be guided by professionals.

"You said you wanted a personal trainer?"

Falk was very surprised.

Because during this period, not to mention college players, even NBA professional players didn't hire personal trainers.

To put it simply, this profession did not exist at all during this period.

Every NBA team has a trainer, but very few players will practice extra after get off work, let alone hire a trainer to help them practice extra.

Paying someone to torture you? This is not the style of players in this era.

Meng Jin's ideas are a bit too advanced.

Falk told Meng Jin that he could come to him for any problems, but then he said he couldn't find a trainer. Isn't that a slap in the face?
Falk thought for a moment and said, "I know a guy who is young, ambitious, and has ideas. His name is Tim Grover, and he is from Chicago."

Falk and Grover met at a fitness club, where Grover was a personal trainer.

To be honest, Falk didn't know how good Tim Grover was. He had talked with Grover several times and knew that this guy had a high theoretical level and his dream was to become a trainer for NBA players, but theory and practice are two different things.

Falk had no choice. Although he knew many excellent and experienced trainers, it was the regular season and those people didn't have time to be personal trainers for a freshman.

Hearing this name, Meng Jin's eyes suddenly lit up.

Tim Grover?
In my memory, Jordan's trainer in the parallel world was also called this name.

It would be interesting if they were really the same person. Not only did Pippen assisted himself before assisting Jordan, but the trainer also trained himself before training that boiled egg.

Although he hasn't entered the NBA yet, Meng Jin feels that he has already won, and has won a lot over Jordan.

Just as Meng Jin was about to agree, Boeheim asked, "How old is he?"

"Who?"

"What about that trainer you were talking about, Tim?"

"23? Or 24? I'm not sure," Falk replied.

Boeheim was a little speechless: "It's a child. Do you want a child to train another child?"

Falk retorted: "Don't limit yourself to age. Thiem has his own theory, maybe Meng will like it."

"I think the choice of a trainer should be cautious. He will change a player's habits on the court. I have a friend who does a good job. His name is Greg Sam. He is experienced and very patient."

"A trainer needs more than just experience and patience," Falk countered.

Boeheim's eyes were filled with anger. Damn the desire to win among men!

Just as the two were about to argue, Meng Jin suddenly said, "Can't I have both?"

"What!?" They both turned their heads and looked at Meng Jin in unison.

"Both of them will be my trainers, one responsible for physical fitness and the other for technique. Is that a problem?"

Meng Jin's words silenced Boeheim and Falk.

In this era when professional players don't have personal trainers, Meng Jin planned to hire two at once, which was indeed a bit beyond their expectations.

ahead.

It’s really ahead of its time!

Three seconds later, Falk broke the silence and said, "I'll pay for your trainer's fee."

Meng Jin turned into a domineering CEO the next second: "No need."

The refusal was very straightforward.

He still has some money, after all, his father was one of the first people to become rich in China.

9:30 Beijing time. A certain city, telephone exchange, telephone service building.

Meng Jin's parents were waiting in line to make an international call.

This is totally inconsistent with their status as multi-millionaires, but there is no other way. Due to the limitation of technology in this era, they can only use this method to compete internationally.

International long-distance calls cost 20 yuan per minute. You should know that in the 80s, the average worker’s monthly salary was less than 100 yuan, so those who could queue up here to make a phone call were either rich or noble.

"Son, how is life over there?"

"Have you lost weight recently?"

"When will you come back? Mom misses you."

As soon as Meng Jin answered the phone, his mother Su Juan started to talk to him in a series of voices.

Meng Jin immediately got to the point after dealing with it: "Mom, I want some money."

"You've run out of money? How much do you want?"

Meng Jin thought for a moment and said, "3 US dollars, maybe."

The money was still huge during this period, and 3 US dollars was definitely enough to hire two trainers.

"Is $3 enough? Don't starve yourself there."

Meng Jin fell into a brief silence upon hearing this.

Obviously, I am going to get less.

Meng Jin's family wealth is obviously richer than imagined. The current ratio of US dollars to RMB is 1:3.7, which is less than 10 RMB.

"Mom, I think $5 is more appropriate. I want to improve my food."

Mother Meng agreed without a second thought: "Okay, okay, you need to improve your food while you are out there. I will call my friend in the United States and ask her to bring you 5 US dollars. It's Aunt Zhang, whom you have met."

Meng Jianxin, the father of Meng, stood up straight when he heard this: "What kind of improvement in food costs 5 US dollars? A loving mother often spoils her son. Give me the phone!"

The two of them argued for a while, and the phone finally fell into Meng's father's hands.

It's not that Mr. Meng is reluctant to part with the 5 yuan, nor is it that he can't afford it. He just simply can't stand his wife spoiling their son like this.

"Where are you going to spend the money? If you don't explain clearly, don't even think about getting a penny today!" Father Meng picked up the phone and started scolding in a stern tone.

"Oh, you should talk to your son nicely. It's a rare chance for you to talk on the phone!" Meng's mother couldn't help complaining.

Father Meng looked at her without saying anything, waiting for Meng Jin's explanation on the other end of the phone.

Meng Jin didn't intend to lie to them, and said directly: "I joined the school's basketball team. It costs money to hire a trainer to help me improve my skills, and it also costs money to go out and play with my teammates."

Meng Jin didn't tell his parents that he wanted to play in the NBA. It wasn't because he was afraid that his parents would support him or not. His parents probably didn't even know what the NBA was, so he would have to explain a lot if he told them.

"Kick the ball? I spent so much money to send you out to learn knowledge, and you just kick the ball!"

As soon as Mr. Meng's voice got louder, his mother immediately tried to smooth things over: "Forget it, forget it. The child is not a good student. Playing basketball to exercise is a good thing. As long as he doesn't learn bad things, it's fine."

Although Father Meng looked unhappy, he was thinking much the same thing.

After a pause, Father Meng said sternly, "Don't get into bad habits, understand?"

"Dad! I swear I will never reconcile myself with gambling and drugs!"

"I trust you once. If I find out you're messing around, I'll cut off the money!"

"Okay, okay! I'll hang up first. The phone bill is quite expensive."

"Hey, hey, you kid! Is there something missing in what you just said?"

"toot toot"

As soon as Mr. Meng's words came out, the phone was hung up.

Dad Meng smiled and shook his head, forget it, this age is the time to be romantic, and girls abroad are all blonde and have long legs. Dad Meng thinks it is normal for them to lose control, and we should not interfere too much in the private lives of young people.

(End of this chapter)