Chapter 124 Remediation of Lundgren

CCTV's live broadcast booth was on the sidelines, next to ABC's live broadcast booth. Of course, Zhang Heshi, Sun Zhenping and Su Qun also knew the news of Wang Tiejun's signing of Mammoth. thing.

   "Director Zhang, I didn't expect Wang Tiejun to sign such a big contract. It's unbelievable. It's $450 for 3 years, more than 30 million RMB, unbelievable!"

  Su Qun sighed, while using two incredible, you can see the shock in his heart.

   "It's really incredible." Sun Zhenping added another.

   "It's okay, his contract with the Suns is more than eight million for four years."

   Zhang Lili was also surprised, because he didn't know that Wang Tiejun would suddenly sign this contract, and he didn't have any letter at all.

   At this time, Comrade Pharaoh has come to the Delta Center.

   His seat is still the same, but the people next to him have changed, no longer Big Bird and Magician, Mourning on the left, James Worthy on the right.

  The baskets of the Hornets and the Lakers were turned into trophies by him. These two guys are his absolute enemies. When he saw him coming, his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not eyes.

Pharaoh smiled and was about to sit down. Well, it seemed that there was a pair of hotter eyes staring at him. Behind his seat, the Knicks' John Starks was sitting in the second row. One was beaten in public by him. Ass guy, he can almost hear Starks gnashing his teeth, how much does he hate him? is this necessary?

   "I am surrounded on three sides by the enemy!" He muttered and sat down.

   "Boy, how does it feel to sign a big contract? You're not afraid of the bankruptcy of the Mammoth Company?" James Worthy turned his head and asked.

   "What am I afraid of? I picked it up for nothing, don't you want me? Would you do that?" Pharaoh said casually.

  Worthy gave a wry smile, thinking that he asked a stupid question that a fool wouldn't do.

  Pharaoh suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and as soon as he turned his head, a black face stuck on his shoulder, startling him, and scolded angrily, "You're so close to me, can you just stay dead?"

   "Boy, the account between us will definitely be settled." John Starks gritted his teeth.

   "Playing on the court, fighting off the court, I will accompany you whatever you want, but can you Knicks beat our Suns?"

  Pharaoh doesn't care about tunnels.

  John Starks was so annoyed that he couldn't breathe out.

   "Lying wipe!"

   Old Wang instinctively avoided it. He turned around and saw Starks' mouth and bite. He was startled, covered his ears and cursed, "Damn it, are you a dog?"

"Ha ha…"

Next to   , James Worthy was already stunned from laughter.

   Comrade Pharaoh did not dare to sit on his back, so he could only rest his elbows on his thighs.

The three commentators at the CCTV live broadcast booth were also paying attention to this side. In fact, they all wanted to come over for an interview, but CCTV wanted to downplay the treatment, so they could only downplay it. Only the photographer couldn’t hold back, and from time to time they would shoot the camera from Pharaoh’s body. Sweep.

   At 7:30, President Stern appeared and gave a short speech, and then the host began to host the All-Star start.

   The lights in the audience went out, leaving only two bright searchlights for the all-star starters who appeared. In the fierce DJ music, the East and West All-Star starters appeared one after another.

As a rookie, O'Neal overwhelmed super center Ewing and became the starting center for the Eastern Conference All-Stars. Ewing could only serve as a substitute for him. He was also the only 93-level rookie who was selected as an All-Star in his rookie season. It was still the first starter, and it really overwhelmed all the shows of the same year.

When    appeared, the big shark did not see the timidity of a rookie, but it did not pretend to be funny and cute later, but it was quite satisfactory.

   In the end, the All-Star game ended with a victory in the Western Conference. The postman Karl Malone played 34 minutes and made 11 of 17 shots, 6 of 9 free throws, scored 28+10, and won the honor of AMVP.

   This is the second and last time he has received this honor.

After the    All-Star Game, on the morning of the 23rd, Wang Tiejun and Barkley, as well as Zhang Lili, returned to Phoenix together.

   On the evening of the 24th, the Suns welcomed the Hornets at home.

  Morning lost his basket last time, and this time he is determined to take revenge.

However, the conflict between him and the core of the team, Larry Johnson, is getting bigger and bigger. It has escalated. He had a hand in the locker room once. Confidence beat Wang Tiejun, but he had no confidence to win this game.

   "Larry, have you grown taller recently?"

"Nope, what about you?"

"I do not have either."

Before    came out, in the player tunnel, Barkley and Larry Johnson had a sympathetic chat.

  Two hours later, the game ended, 109:119, the Suns defeated the Hornets.

  Morning played 34 minutes, made 6 of 13 shots and 6 of 8 free throws, scoring 18 points, 10 rebounds, 1 assist, 4 blocks, 3 turnovers and 5 fouls.

  Wang Tiejun played 36 minutes, made 6 of 14 shots and 6 of 10 free throws, scoring 18 points, 10 rebounds, 3 assists, 1 steal, 2 blocks, 2 turnovers and 3 fouls.

  The performance of the two is comparable in terms of data, but in terms of contribution to the team, Mourning is superior.

  Mourning's main role is his ability to protect the basket and assist on the defensive end, as well as his ability to block the penalty area, as evidenced by sending four big caps in a single game, two of which were given to Pharaoh. Of course, his offensive ability is not as strong as the three super centers, and he also swallowed two hats of Pharaoh.

After the game, Wang Tiejun felt very tired. He was more tired than the All-Star game before. He played for 7 minutes at the end, and he was walking. , the body is getting tired more and more easily.

Just because he felt more tired tonight, the number of his attacks at the basket decreased. Nearly 70% of his shots were near-the-basket jumpers. In addition to Mourning's strong defensive ability, the shooting percentage was only 42.8%. For a big center, it's a poor performance.

The three super centers and O'Neal's shooting percentage are all above 50%. The highest among the four is O'Neal's 56.2%, followed by Robinson's 51.8%, Da Meng's 51.2%, and Ewing's 50.4%. He's shooting 47.5 percent from the field now, which is a notch below them.

   His target is O'Neal, because his style is closer to O'Neal, a real big center, the offense should happen more at the basket, and the shooting percentage should be higher.

  25th, the Suns set off and started their road trip.

   This time the away game is the East, and the first stop is New York.

   Before the Suns even got on the plane, the New York media started hyping the game.

Knicks first fan Spike Lee said in an interview with the media: "This is a vengeance battle in Greater New York! Patrick Ewing, Charles Oakley, John Huge Tux, don't let us down, Return the humiliation that Old K has inflicted on you with your own hands."

  The New York Times, New York Sports, New York News, etc. carried out large-scale reports one by one, and the content was nothing more than the Knicks' revenge.

   When the game was approaching, Rob Lundgren was preparing to roll up his sleeves and have a big fight. In fact, he had written several articles these days and handed them over to the editor-in-chief.

   However, his article has never been published in the newspaper, which made him very angry, but there is nothing he can do. In front of the editor-in-chief, he is not a fart.

   "Snatch!"

   At this time, a colleague came over and knocked on his desk and said, "Rob, what are you in a daze, the editor-in-chief called you."

   "Oh, thank you, Ham."

   He got up quickly and walked to the editor's office.

   "Snatch, snatch!"

   He knocked on the office door of editor-in-chief Tom Lewis.

"Come in!"

   Lewis' low voice sounded inside.

  Lundgren opened the door carefully, closed it again, and respectfully called out, "Mr. Lewis, good morning."

  Lewis glanced at Lundgren with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, smiled and said, "Rob, sit down."

   "Thank you, Mr. Lewis."

   The editor-in-chief treated him so politely, do you want to promote him? Lundgren sat down happily.

Lewis smiled, put down the pen in his hand, took a sip of the coffee next to him, and then said, "Rob, your work ability is very good and you are very dedicated, I know that, but you have too little experience. , Do you understand what I said? If you don't understand, then I'll just say it, you offended people."

   "Yes, offended someone?"

  Lundgren was stunned, I have always been cautious in the New York Times, like a dog, who can I offend? Who dare to offend?

Lewis put down the coffee cup, picked up a letter on the table, placed it in front of Lundgren, pushed it forward, pointed to the letter and said, "Look, the lawyer's letter sent to you has just arrived. of."

   "Clevins Law Firm? It's over!"

  Lundgren's face trembled, he quickly grabbed the letter on the table, and when he looked at the envelope, his face turned pale.

  This is the most well-known law firm in New York, and it is also the top ten law firm in the United States. It is truly the world's top law firm. With such a level of existence, how can I send him a lawyer's letter?

   His hands trembled. It took a long time to open the envelope. After pulling out the letter, his hands holding the letter trembled violently.

   "CAA?"

The content of the    letter was not long, only one page, and it took him a minute to read it.

The law firm of Clevins was double-entrusted by CAA and Wang Tiejun, because he used racially discriminatory words and suggestive words in the news about Wang Tiejun, which seriously damaged Wang Tiejun's reputation and mental health, and at the same time It also seriously damaged the interests of CAA, and initiated a lawsuit against him, with a joint claim amounting to 60 million US dollars.

   "It's over, I'm done! It's over..."

   Sweat dripped down his head, and his mind was in chaos.

  “Bell bell…”

   At this moment, the phone on the table rang, and Lewis grabbed the receiver and said, "Hello, this is Tom Lewis, editor-in-chief of the New York Times Sports Department."

   "Tom, I'm Ringo." The man opposite said.

   "Linger, what's the matter?"

   The other party is the director of the sports department, Lewis asked immediately.

"From yesterday to today, the Clevins law firm has called me five times, it's been a lot of pressure, I can't take it anymore, let Rob Lundgell pack up and go, my dismissal letter has been Send it, and you will receive it immediately," Ringer said.

"ok, I get it."

   Linger had already communicated with him about this, and Lewis was a little helpless.

Putting down the phone, he looked at the flustered Lundgren, shook his head and sighed: "No one knows that old K has signed with CAA, the most powerful force in Hollywood, CAA has more power than any top NBA agent. One hundred times bigger, he was hugging his thighs.

  Robert, I'm sorry, your business is a little big, you have to carry it yourself, I can only bless you. "

"What's the meaning?"

  Longgel, who was sweating like rain, was completely stunned, bless me? What I really want is that you help me, not to bless me, and today is not my birthday.

   "Snatch!"

   There was a knock on the door.

   "Come in," Lewis called.

   "Editor-in-chief, the supervisor gave it to you."

   A young man came in and handed Lewis a letter.

   "OK."

  Lewis nodded, took the letter and put it in front of Lundgren, and said, "For you."

"what?"

  Lundgren threw away the lawyer's letter in his hand, grabbed the second letter and took a look. In despair, it was actually a letter of dismissal?

Lewis got up, picked up the lawyer's letter and looked at it. The amount of the claim also made his eyes twitch. After thinking about it, he looked at Lundgren with a desperate face and said, "Rob, let me give you a piece of advice, go to Mr. K. , Chinese people have the character of peace of mind, go to him to reconcile, he should agree to you."

   "Reconcile with him?"

  Lundgren stood up angrily, but when he saw the lawyer's letter in Lewis's hand, he fell back into his chair like a deflated balloon.

   At the same time, the famous basketball commentator Will Houston also received a lawyer letter from the Clevins law firm, and his head suddenly became big.

The same racial discrimination lawsuit, he is more troublesome than Lundgren, because Lundgren only involves Wang Tiejun, and he directly links all Chinese people with violence and garbage, and the claim amount is as high as 1.2 billion US dollars. Seeing this amount , suddenly made his hands and feet numb, there are signs of a stroke.

   He himself is too aware of what he has said and written, racial discrimination cannot escape, and the lawsuit is lost, what should I do?

   "Damn CAA, what do you think, you actually signed that Chinese garbage!" In anger, he ripped apart the lawyer's letter in his hand.

   In the United States, it is very difficult to sue a white man for racial discrimination against a yellow race, and it is almost impossible for a reporter like him, and even the court will not accept it.

   If it weren't for CAA, he believed that a top-level law firm like Clevins would never have come forward for a Chinese person. All top-level law firms in the United States are controlled by white people and would never accept a Chinese person's entrustment.

   If he was just an ordinary lawyer, he didn't need to worry at all. Even if he lost the lawsuit, he wouldn't be able to lose much money, but the strength of the Clevins Law Firm made him desperate.

"How to do how to do…"

   He was so anxious that he couldn't think of a solution. After thinking about it for a long time, he only came to a conclusion that this lawsuit that must be lost cannot be fought.

  …

   "It's been almost three months since I left!"

After    left New York, this was the first time that Pharaoh came back.

   Arrived at the hotel at two o'clock, and he was going to train after a rest.

  Although it is tiring, training is still necessary. Four of the five trainings in the system are uninterrupted for one day and must be maintained.

   "Bell!"

   Half an hour later, when I was about to go to the gym, my phone rang.

   "Jie, hello."

   was the phone number of his agent, Jemarone, and he got through immediately.

   "Old K, Will Houston and Rob Lundgren have all found me, and they are willing to settle out of court," Jaymarone said.

   "Has our lawsuit made it to court?" he asked.

   "Not yet, just sent out a lawyer's letter." Jemarone said.

   "Then let them die." He said angrily.

   "OK, their racial discrimination is too obvious, the evidence is conclusive, and the Clevins Law Firm can also guarantee that we enjoy justice. If we win the case, it's up to them to die." Jemarone laughed.

   "What if they don't have any money to pay?" he asked.

   "Then go bankrupt and go to sleep on the street. They will be blocked by all credit reporting systems, and they will never have a chance to turn over in their lives. In the future, they can only be in the company of rats and garbage, and then freeze to death on a street in New York one night."

   Jay Maloney smiled indifferently.

   "Just do it."

   Wang Tiejun said fiercely.

   After the phone call, he started training in a good mood.

   And Rob Lundgren and Will Houston knew they were really in trouble when they received news of their refusal to reconcile.

   They called Jemarone on the phone, but it was useless, and Jemalone ignored it at all.

  After dinner, Barkley and the others left the hotel. After Wang Tiejun rested for an hour, he went on training for other items. At about ten o'clock, all the system training content for the day ended.

   Chief trainer Aaron Nelson has been with him. After he finished training, he handed him a bottle of water and said:

"Old K, from now on, we need to prepare physically for the playoffs. As a rookie, although you played two months less, you didn't have systematic training before, so your physical reserves were not sufficient. , and your style of play is extremely energy-intensive, we have to take this into account."

   Old Wang poured the bottle of water into it, took a few breaths and said, "Aaron, what kind of rookie wall do you think I'm going to hit?"

   Nelson shrugged: "It's very possible."

   "What should I do then?" Old Wang was also a little worried.

   "Of course there is only one way, maintain systematic physical training, rush through that wall, and break through your physical limit." Nelson said.

   "Systemic physical training?"

   Old Wang was startled, thinking that his system was exposed, but he reacted immediately and asked quickly, "Do you think my training volume is not enough now?"

"No, I'm referring to physical training. The most physical training you do now is weight-gaining strength training, but generally this kind of training should not be put in the season, it can only be done in the offseason, I need You stop gaining weight," Nelson said solemnly.

   "System, can you stop it?" Pharaoh immediately asked.

  His second weight gain training started on January 28th, almost a month ago. It was still early and ended at the end of April, when the regular season ended.

   "Yes. But the suspension time is more than a week. When the training card is activated again, the system will re-formulate the training content." The system said.

   Old Wang nodded and said to Nelson: "Then stop."

"it is good."

  Nelson nodded happily, handed over a piece of paper, and said, "This is your physical training plan, and it must be completed with high quality and quantity. It will allow you to cross the rookie wall."

  Pharaoh took it over and took a look. There are 5 kilometers of long-distance running, 40 minutes of swimming, and six or seven other events. It takes 150 minutes to complete all the events, but not every day, but three times a week.

   "Okay, Aaron, don't worry, I will do it." He nodded.

   (end of this chapter)