Chapter 3 The decision is yours

Although Min Congda is also a "manager" in the bank, he is just an account manager.

Account managers, lobby managers, and sales managers are also called the three most useless managers.

He is not on the same level as the general manager of a company, nor is he on the same level as the manager of a team with a market value of US$300 million.

But he has never eaten pork and seen pigs run away. The managers of large companies that Min Congda has met have not even one hundred, let alone fifty.

Some company managers even had to talk down to Min Congda and say all they could to get a loan.

So when he saw the foreign faces in this room staring at him, Min Congda did not panic and kept calm with a straight face.

He walked into the draft office, stood in front of the long table without saying a word, and glanced at everyone.

The originally noisy office suddenly became quiet.

Everyone had been speculating about what kind of person the new manager would be.

How could he be a Chinese? A Chinese general manager? Unbelievable.

Everyone watched the new manager frowning as he read page after page of the scouting report, shaking his head from time to time. Does he really have any unique insights?

As an intern, if you don't perform well, you won't be able to stay with the Clippers.

Aida said: "Hasim Thabeet, the center of the University of Connecticut, a defensive genius, is considered the next Mutombo."

He was confused now, but he couldn't ask directly, so he had to say: "Wait a minute, I want to research it."

Looking at Griffin's photo again, Min Congda strengthened his idea.

The long silence brought a huge sense of depression, and the people below began to feel uncomfortable.

Rosser, the executive vice president on the side, stood up and said loudly: "What else are we studying?! The whole world knows who we are going to choose! There are still five minutes left, what else is there to study! If you don't give the order,

Then our draft pick might be an unprecedented miscarriage, which would be the biggest joke in NBA history!"

"The draft is about to start in five minutes! Don't you want to give the order yet? My grandma knows exactly who the team is going to select! If you don't give the order, I will just write down the name!"

Min Congda didn't know who Mutombo was. He frowned and looked at it. Anyway, he was another genius. He looked at the photo again.

In my mind, I was frantically flipping through the New Concept English and CET-4 and CET-6 composition guides I had memorized. I was thinking about how to introduce myself in English?

He will study a der, which actually means picking out a few typos, changing the format, making a few innocuous comments, and then signing.

Moreover, this candidate must have been selected for a long time, and all he has to do now is to issue an order.

The voice on the other side almost roared. He was Gary Sachs, the Clippers' director of player personnel.

This kind of thing has never happened in the draft. What if you never get instructions? Override others and directly take Griffin?

Although everyone knows that the Clippers want to select this white monster, the procedural non-compliance may cause Sacks to be punished by the team and may even lose his job.

These scouting reports are all public information, and managers and scouts have already read them thoroughly, and there is no doubt about the ownership of the No. 1 pick.

Min Congda, who was forced to finish his self-introduction, looked at the phone receiver on the table and started to think about choosing someone, who should he choose?

Orr responded calmly: "Don't worry Gary, our new general manager has arrived, just wait for his instructions."

He also wanted to say later that he was very happy to meet everyone and hoped to work well together in the future.

Min Congda is not a good speaker. He uses his strong psychological quality to stay calm.

Ada pointed to Griffin's information and said: "This is our first overall pick this year, Blake Griffin from the University of Oklahoma. He is the favorite to be No. 1 overall pick and is an undoubted genius.

players.”

The first one is Blake Griffin, with his scouting report and some photos of him playing.

There is no doubt about Blake Griffin's talent and strength. Who else could you choose if you didn't choose him?

Min Congda suddenly stopped turning the page, and his eyes lit up, as if he saw a piece of clothing he liked.

But Min Congda roughly understood what kind of player should be selected, and the time was very tight, only five minutes.

Now that a real person appears, people are shocked. He feels like a very ordinary wage earner.

As a result, a harsh phone call interrupted his speech.

Ada quickly opened the briefcase she carried with her. She was glad that she was prepared in advance and had compiled the information cards of the popular lottery picks into a book and took it with her.

But he looked very calm, standing there without saying a word, his face as dark as water.

He pointed to the information card and asked, "How is this person?"

Rosser was very excited. Balabala said a lot, but Min Congda didn't understand much.

Could it be that this is a master of public speaking?

Olshey and Rosser looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine this man was selling.

Griffin pass.

He, who has always been relatively mild-mannered, couldn't help but get angry. Twenty minutes before the election started, he kept calling, hoping to get confirmation of instructions, but the phone never got through.

Turning the next page, there was a black player named Hasim Thabeet.

He also took away the positions of Olshey and Rosser, the two most powerful figures on the team.

Ada took a look and said: "Stephen Curry from Davidson College is a very good defender, but he is a third-year college player and is a bit older."

Not to mention Chinese, it is difficult to find even a black person in the Clippers management team.

He thought to himself, "You are yelling so loudly, I don't even hear what you are saying."

It is said that the mustached head of state, who was good at inciting the crowd with his speeches, would stand on the stage and remain silent for a long time before giving a speech.

"Damn, this guy is so strong! His arms are thicker than my legs. But they seem a bit shorter. He's so strong. He can't even beat ten of them on the court. It's so powerful, so powerful."

"Oh my god, so tall? It's too high. You can touch the basket with your tiptoes, but this one won't work either. Basketball is a sport for big men. The taller you are, the more powerful you are. This is the second Yao Ming. You can't choose.

select."

If the president doesn't do some research, how can he appear professional and demonstrate his power?

Min Congda didn't expect that he would need to do this now.

Min Congda, who looked calm, said to Ada: "Show me the list of candidates."

With that said, Olshey put down the receiver and said to Min Congda: "Smart, right? Come on, new general manager, you come and give instructions to New York and let them choose someone."

Min Congda knew Yao Ming, so Thabit was also denied.

Time passed by and he still didn't speak.

After flipping through several pages, Olshey and Rosser became impatient. The frantic urging from New York almost drove them crazy.

A new manager has taken over their position, and I don't know what kind of shoes they have to fill.

When Min Congda was working in the industry and delivering a customer survey report to the president, no matter how perfect the writing was, the president would always say, "I want to study it."

The silence lasted for a minute, and he finally managed to introduce himself:

"Hello everyone, my name is Smart Min..."

Olshey finally picked up the receiver, and the anxious voice of a representative of the New York draft team came from the other side:

Min Congda found a seat and sat down, looking at the information card in his hand that was made up of forms and photos.

Only the head of state will break the silence and start his crazy speech. This is the power of silence.

Min Congda looked at Griffin's information and thought silently: "I can't understand what's written. I have a headache reading in English... This is the person they selected. He must be the best and a genius."

?No, you can’t choose him, it’s going to be a mess. How can you choose such an outstanding talent?”

Min Congda continued to flip back, and the third player was James Harden from Arizona State University. He was another dark and strong man. He looked like he was a very good player, so he still couldn't choose.

Until the audience completely quieted down, began to whisper and feel uneasy, and slowly turned their attention entirely to the speaker.

Min Congda asked curiously: "What? He is a junior in college?"

"Yes, he played in the NCAA for three years."

Generally, talented NBA rookies only play for one year in the NCAA and then directly participate in the draft. They don't want to waste time in college and enter the professional league early to make a lot of money and enjoy life.

Min Congda touched his chin and thought: "He is a third-year college student. Why does he look like a third-year elementary school student to me? He is skinny and girly. How did he get into this group of strong men? Such a look.

The strength is not very good. If he joins the team, the results will definitely be worse. The decision is made, it’s you! Elementary school student!"

(End of chapter)

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