NBA: Goat is actually me

Chapter 43: Operation Prank Jordan
"Damn, have you read the newspaper?"

"What newspaper?"

Meng Jin threw a copy of the latest newspaper in front of Grant.

Grant glanced over and said, "God! Is Doug Collins really going to leave?"

Meng Jin looked at Grant: "Are you happy or unhappy?"

Grant suddenly raised his voice: "Of course not! Without Coach Doug's encouragement, I would have returned to college now."

Meng Jin smiled and said, "Doug treats everyone the same. This is his coaching style. Even if you don't play against him for a minute, he will find an angle to praise you."

Grant: "I don't care. Coach Doug's encouragement is very important to me. Otherwise, I will be driven crazy by Michael."

Meng Jin smiled and said, "Coach Doug will not leave. He is very popular in Chicago and the fans love him."

Grant's eyes flashed: "You mean Michael will leave?"

Meng Jin glanced at him and said, "Are you crazy? Michael is more popular. I don't think either of them will leave. It's just an ordinary conflict, but the media has exaggerated it."

Sure enough, the next day Doug Collins apologized to Jordan under pressure, and Jordan also apologized for his recklessness.

However, both of them looked very unhappy, especially Jordan, whose reluctance was almost written on his face. If his father had not forced him, Jordan would never give up his proud self-esteem.

This was also the first meeting between Meng Jin and Jordan's father, James Jordan.

"Hey! Meng, I saw your performance in the NCAA finals. What a great big man. I hope you can have a good time with my son."

After saying this, James Jordan turned and looked at Michael Jordan, whose face was covered with scars.

The atmosphere was a little awkward...

Meng Jin quickly changed the subject: "James, nice hat."

James Jordan took off the beret on his head: "I bought it from an antique shop. It's pretty good, right?"

Meng Jin nodded: "I like these retro things too."

James Jordan was a little surprised: "OH! There are not many young people who like these things now."

Jordan passed by the two of them faintly: "This guy always likes to have a slicked-back hair and wear a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, dressing himself up like a Hollywood star from the 50s."

James Jordan laughed after hearing this: "Hahaha, son, you don't understand Meng's fashion."

"I really don't understand," Jordan murmured, and walked away.

In front of his father, Jordan behaved like a child.

"Meng, nice to meet you. Let's talk about vintage items together sometime. I know a few good stores in Chicago."

Meng Jin pointed at James Jordan and said, "It's settled."

Meng Jin has a good impression of James Jordan. Even though the outside world does not have a very good opinion of him, at least his attitude towards Meng Jin is friendly and kind.

That night, Meng Jin's agent Falk excitedly found him.

"Meng, I have good news for you!"

"What good news?"

"Nike is ready to offer you a contract for 3 years and $22."

"Did I hear you right? You call this good news?"

Meng Jin was shocked. The average annual salary of this contract was just over 7 US dollars, which he thought was almost like a beggar's contract.

Falk started to speak earnestly: "Meng, if you sign this contract, you will be the first rookie to have a shoe contract this year."

"I won't sign."

Meng Jin's refusal was decisive and straightforward. He felt that the price was too insulting.

Falk came up to him and said, "Do you know how many players never get a shoe contract in their lifetime? Do you know how much the shoe contracts of Larry Bird and Magic Johnson are? I fought hard to get this contract for you."

Meng Jin looked at Falke and said, "I only know about Michael Jordan's shoe contract, which was 5 million US dollars for 250 years, and it was signed in 1984, which was 3 years ago."

Falk sighed, "Nike has a lot of concerns. You're too tall. Tall guys usually don't sell shoes. Even though I told them you're not a traditional tall guy, you know, those businessmen are arrogant. They always think they're right. Also, there's no successful case of a yellow guy in the NBA."

At that time, the NBA had not yet expanded into the Chinese market, so businessmen naturally could not see the huge commercial potential and value of Chinese players.

Meng Jin: "I have concerns too."

Falk: "What?"

Meng Jin: "I'm afraid my worth is increasing too quickly and they're paying me too little."

Falk: "I've taken this into consideration, so this contract is only for three years. It takes time to show your worth, right? After three years, if you show your worth, you can ask for a big contract and let those son-of-a-bitch businessmen load the money in trucks and bring it to us!"

Meng Jin said coldly: "It's not about money."

Falk: “What’s the question?”

Meng Jin: “Respect.”

Falk: "How do you want them to respect you?"

Meng Jin: "Give me more money."

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Falk felt that he could not convince Meng Jin, and their conversation reached a dead end.

"The decision is yours. Call me when you've figured it out." Falk said one last thing before leaving: "Also, can you please not hit Michael in the face next time? I'm counting on his face to make more money."

After the controversy between the coach and the top player temporarily calmed down, the Chicago Bulls soon faced their first regular season game.

The opponent is the Philadelphia 76ers led by Barkley.

Before the game, Barkley was still bragging to his teammates.

"The Bulls are like a broken house right now. If I give the door frame a good kick, the whole building will collapse!"

After hearing this, the teammates just laughed and said nothing. This fat guy always spoke incoherently. He had a talent for being a comedy star, and no one took his words seriously.

The day before the regular season started, Jordan called Meng Jin and Grant aside.

When Grant heard Jordan calling him, his hair stood on end.

Haven't we scolded him enough on the training ground? Do you want to take him out for individual training?
Grant walked up to Jordan tremblingly.

Instead of scolding them, Jordan gave them a gift.

Jordan gave each of them a pair of golf clubs.

Grant was very happy: "Wow! Brand new golf clubs, you can tell they are high-end at first glance! It seems that I misjudged Michael, he was quite nice to him!"

Grant was fiddling with the golf club excitedly. He had never played golf, let alone touched this thing.

Meng Jin rolled his eyes at Grant: "No way, you were bought off by a pair of golf clubs? Michael has been scolding you for a month!" Grant said with a smile on his face: "Maybe he did it for my own good."

Meng Jin was so angry at Grant that he almost vomited blood.

Meng Jin asked Grant a question: "There are four rookies on the team. Do you know why they only gave clubs to two of us?"

"Value us." Grant answered without thinking.

Meng Jin sighed: "Because we signed a big contract and have money."

Grant was a little confused: "Only if you are rich can you play golf with Michael?"

Meng Jin shook his head: "What can we lose to him if we don't have money? This guy is going to gamble with us and take back our wages!"

Grant was shocked when he heard this, and the golf club in his hand suddenly lost its appeal.

And this kind of operation?

"What should I do? I've never played this game before. Isn't it just giving him money?" Grant asked.

Meng Jin could already imagine Grant's expression when his pockets were completely emptied.

Meng Jin thought for a moment and said, "We must take the initiative."

Grant came close to Meng Jin and asked, "How to do it?"

Meng Jin is now Grant's wise man, and he is always the one to turn to when he encounters difficulties.

Meng Jin: "Did you see the ping-pong table outside the training hall?"

Grant: "I see, but I can't play table tennis!"

Meng Jin patted Grant on the back of his head and said, "Horace, we can't keep failing to make progress."

"Let's do this first... and then this..."

Meng Jin revealed his plan in full, code-named: Operation Prank Jordan.

As Grant listened, an evil smile appeared on his face, and that smile seemed to say: This is a great plan!
Sure enough, Jordan found the two men that afternoon and said, "Hey guys, I forgot to inform you this morning. Let's go play golf together this weekend. Use the set of clubs I gave you."

note!

The word Jordan used was notification!

Meaning that two rookies are not allowed to refuse.

Meng Jin and Grant looked at each other, and sure enough, Jordan's salary recovery plan began.

Then, Jordan's prank on his side must be carried out immediately.

Meng Jin smiled and nodded: "Golf? It's a good sport. We will keep the appointment."

After saying that, Meng Jin turned to look at Grant: "Horace, two rounds of table tennis? Ten dollars a round."

Grant nodded: "Okay, I'm a little itchy too."

Jordan was about to turn around and leave, but when he heard about the gambling, his body automatically turned around.

"Count me in?"

Meng Jin looked embarrassed: "Michael, we are all rookies and don't know how to play very well."

"Stop talking nonsense." Jordan walked straight to the ping-pong table.

Once the gambling addiction comes, it is unstoppable!

"Michael, let Horace and I play two games first."

Jordan glanced at Grant and said, "OK."

Jordan wanted to see the level of the two players first. He never bet on something he couldn't win.

After watching for a few minutes, Jordan almost squirted water.

Meng Jin knows a little bit, but he's just an entry-level rookie. Grant can't even serve the ball, and he's just a fool in front of the ping-pong table.

Jordan grabbed Grant's ping-pong paddle and said, "Idiot, it's my turn now."

Grant looked like a little wife, reluctantly handing the ball to Jordan, but in fact she was very happy.

The first step of the plan to lure the enemy into a trap went very smoothly.

"Pia!"

"Pia!"

After two consecutive smashes, Jordan was full of confidence.

"Meng, 10 dollars is boring. A round is 100 dollars. From now on, I'll keep score. I gave you those two balls just now."

Meng Jin spread his hands: "You are Michael Jordan, you have the final say."

"You start." Jordan was full of confidence. He was sure that he would be able to reap the benefits from Meng Jin.

"call!"

The next second, Jordan swung in the air.

Jordan was shocked. How come this guy's serve has spin?

Jordan always uses great strength to achieve miracles. This is the first time I have seen such a skill.
Throughout the entire game, Jordan swung the ball seven or eight times in vain, and he almost went crazy.

Meng Jin was almost laughing to death. Lu Dan couldn't even receive a serve, and he wanted to play table tennis?

Jordan was also dizzy. How come this guy's level improved all of a sudden?
Meng Jin proved with his strength that he would not only beat Jordan by 1 round, 2 rounds, 3 rounds, 4 rounds, and more...

As more and more people gathered around, Jordan gradually got excited and raised two fingers to Meng Jin: "Meng, double the bet, 200 US dollars."

"You're Michael Jordan, you have the final say."

Meng Jin gladly accepted it. Why wouldn't he accept money if someone gave it to him?

Jordan lost $2300 throughout the afternoon.

The one who enjoyed the whole process the most was Grant. He was trying his best to hold back his laughter the entire time, otherwise he would have been scolded again if Jordan found out.

"Michael, any uncle we catch in our community can beat you better than you."

Meng Jin threw some trash talk and then hugged Grant and left the crime scene.

"Shet!"

A cordial greeting came from Jordan behind me.

Meng Jin smiled slightly and said, "Lu Dan, before you take back my salary, I will take back yours first."

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