Chapter 399 Jordan Wants to Buy Old K's Diamondback Equity

The Sun attacked, Wang Tiejun asked for the ball from a low position on the left wing, Luke Langley topped the defense, and Lightning passed the ball down. After catching the ball, he immediately made a false move upward, shook the opponent, and immediately turned around and slipped. Luke Langley was a full beat and a half slower, completely out of rhythm.

On the weak side, when the Lightning passed, Rick Schmitz had already lost Williams, who was pulled out, and implemented the weak side defense. When Pharaoh slipped, he was already behind Luke Langley. Blocked in the middle of Pharaoh leading to the basket.

   This weak side defense was extremely successful, and even Schmitz crossed his arms to protect his chest in order not to be injured.

   Bottom cut, his mouth has been bulged, his eyes are fixed on Luke Langley and old K, as long as old K hits, the whistle will sound immediately.

   But right here, Pharaoh's bear step suddenly stagnated, turning his movement into stillness, and at this time the ball was also pulled up from the floor.

At this time, the advantage of a big hand is reflected. The moment the ball touches the palm, the ball is stuck, and then the ball is closed. At the same time, the body rises up, and the right arm is thrown with one hand, and a zero angle is two meters away from the basket. 's throw.

  Rick Schmitz, who was just a short distance away, didn't react at all, didn't make a steal, let alone make a block.

"brush!"

  The ball is hollowed into the basket.

"pretty!"

Albert couldn't help but sighed and said excitedly: "Old K's low-post attack is really getting better and better, from the fake action after receiving the ball, the bottom slip, to the emergency stop shot, the whole sense of rhythm is very strong, the two defenders They didn't keep up with his rhythm."

But Kevin Harlan reminded: "The technical movements are indeed very good, but old K should pay attention, you are a giant center, not a light tonnage like David Robinson. There must be a lot of stress and wear on the ankle joint.”

   "This is true." Albert nodded.

   In the next time, Pharaoh often 1v2, blowing up the combination of Luke Longley and Rick Schmitz, and at the end of the second quarter, the score was tied at 51.

   Back in the locker room, Rasheed Wallace hadn't even had a bath yet, and sat there in a daze with a sullen face.

   "Rashid, I'll give you a nickname." Pharaoh said after entering.

  Thinking of the nickname of the little Phoenix blacksmith that Old K gave to Kobe, Rasheed Wallace's face couldn't help breaking down.

   "You like spraying the referee so much, and the saliva is continuously sprayed out, just like a shotgun as powerful as a shotgun, why not just call it a Phoenix sprayer?" Pharaoh laughed.

   Everyone was stunned, haha ​​and burst into laughter.

   Sprayer? Rasheed Wallace smiled wryly.

"Snapped!"

   At this time, Pharaoh slapped Rasheed Wallace on the head, causing him to make a groan.

   "Look at what happened to our lineup after you were sent off. Do you expect two veterans to help you do what you should have done?"

   Old Wang scolded: "We are a team that wants to compete for the championship. It doesn't matter if you do this in the regular season, we can enter the playoffs no matter how you play, but you do this in the playoffs, have you thought about the consequences?

  When you meet Rodman in the finals, will you be irritated by him like a stupid donkey? Or you can just pull him out of the game directly, so that we have one less, and they can't take advantage of it. How can you be so stupid? "

  Rasheed Wallace kept his head down and murmured in his heart, saying I was a troll, aren't you? The light rain on my head is about to turn into a heavy rain.

   "Remember, next time I'll just pull him off the stage." Old Wang said angrily.

   "Got it." Rasheed Wallace muttered.

   Old Wang shook his head, a little helpless.

  It is difficult to change a person's personality. He has warned Rasheed, but it is still useless. His temper has come up, and this guy can't control it.

   But it's not bad. It's the first time to eat T in six games. If this is the average, it's down a dozen times in a season. Grass, it seems like a lot?

   He didn't know that without his suppression, Rasheed Wallace's temper would get bigger and bigger in the future. After a season, he could even easily get 30 or 40 T's, an average of one every two games.

   In the second half, the two sides replaced the main force and fought again.

  Wang Tiejun continued to strengthen the low post attack, the Bulls got on Rodman and continued to strengthen the low post defense ability, causing him more trouble.

   At the end of the third quarter, he had already committed four fouls and was called an offensive foul by Rodman.

   But even so, the Bulls could not stop his offense. He scored 16 points in a single quarter and 31 points in three quarters.

   Jordan had a problem with his hand, and his state was far worse than in the first half. In the third quarter, he only made 2 of 7 shots, and only got 5 points with free throws.

   After three quarters, at 80:72, the Suns led by 8 points.

   "If Rasheed Wallace hadn't been sent off, the game should have been over." Albert laughed.

   "The temper is too explosive, haha, it seems that Old K can't control him." Kevin Harlan laughed.

Albert said: "Old K's hit rate reached 64% today, which is higher than the normal level of this season and close to the level of last year. It can be seen that the Bulls' defense against him was not successful. This is a serious problem for the Bulls. The problem, if Rasheed Wallace was on the court, Old K would definitely be more efficient."

  Kevin Harlan said: "Rodman's help defense caused some trouble for the old K, but it couldn't solve the problem fundamentally.

Compared with the old K, his height is too low. The tonnage and strength are too different to fight against the old K. He can only use the ability to make fouls to achieve the effect of assisting defense, but the number of successes is still very small. Yes, once in a while, it's not decisive. "

Albert laughed: "In contrast, when Rodman defended a postman of about the same tonnage as the old K, the effect would be better, because the postman was not as fast as the old K, not as flexible as the old K, and the next game was not as old as the old K. The K is stable, and the explosive power is not as strong as the old K."

Kevin Harlan said: "There is a more important reason, the postman's offensive position is too far out, so it is better to defend, the first shot can't be defended, he is faster than the postman, and he can keep up with the second defense. Second-rate.

   And the old K's position is near the basket. If he doesn't defend the first time, there is no second chance. "

   The two of them were talking, and the last part began.

  Wang Tiejun hopes to win this game. He can win the regular season. If he reaches the finals and meets the Bulls, he will have a psychological advantage.

   So at the beginning of the last quarter, the main force was full, and he did not hesitate to fire with all his strength.

   But an unfortunate thing happened. In the third minute, the Suns attacked by ten points, and Chapman, who was opposite Jordan, suddenly fell to the ground in the off-ball confrontation.

The whistle did not sound, and the game did not stop. Kidd, who had the ball, was immediately double-teamed by Jordan and Ron Harper, and was eventually intercepted by Jordan. Then the Bulls played a fast break and pulled back two points, and the difference returned to Digits.

  The Suns have called a timeout early.

   "Thigh muscle strain."

   Team doctor Andrew John said after examining Chapman.

   Danny Angie scratched his head, feeling that the few people Little Colangelo brought in this time have their own problems.

  Rasheed Wallace likes to spray the referee, Kobe likes the ball and strikes the iron, the old Williams' state is halved, Chapman is prone to injury, what about Kidd? Well, as long as the base doesn't attack, as long as it doesn't make waves, there's nothing wrong with it, you can play the main control.

  Kobe is eager to try, he glances at Danny Ainge from time to time, look, Chapman is injured, Wilkins is old, and I'm the only one left at the shooting guard. You still don't call my name?

   "Kobe, come on." Danny Ainge really shouted.

  Wilkins is also old and can’t exercise for a long time, especially in the face of Jordan, the pressure on offense and defense is very high. If he hurts him again, it will be over, and there will be a shortage of people in the second and third positions.

"coming."

   Kobe got up as soon as he jumped.

  Pharaoh cast a glance at Kobe and said, "Kobe, facing Jordan in front, you made three mistakes, made 0 of 3 shots, and took a duck egg. Do you have any experience?"

Kobe raised his eyebrows and said unconvincingly: "Old K, you said, swearing without exposing people, hitting people without slapping the face, what are you doing with my data? And I'm a rookie, facing Jordan, is this abnormal? ?"

  Pharaoh is stunned, are you attacking me?

   "Haha..." The surrounding teammates were already laughing.

   "Old K, don't worry, just pass the ball to me, I won't be afraid of him." Kobe said with high morale.

   The words were full of courage, but the results were bleak.

   In the next game, the rookie Kobe was still blown up by Jordan on both ends of the offense and defense.

In the face of the rookie, Jordan's state suddenly rebounded at the end, just like Lightning taught Iverson, Kobe was taught a good lesson, 2 of 5 shots, one of which was a three-pointer, plus the previous 0 of 3 shots, a total of 2-of-8 from the field and only got 5 points.

   Jordan made 10 of 30 shots in the game. Although his state was not good, he still scored 30 points, of which 18 points were scored on Kobe's head.

However, Kobe still showed a strong psychological quality. When he came off the court, he also looked unconvinced. His chin was raised high, his eyes were full of energy, and he kept mumbling in his mouth: "Why don't you give me the ball later, give me the ball? It's definitely going to go in."

"Snapped!"

   Old Wang couldn't hold back, slapped Kobe on the head with a slap, and scolded: "5 shots in 9 minutes, which is much more than me. The ball won't come out of your hands. Do you think it's too few?"

   Kobe said unconvincingly: "I will meet the highlight moment sooner or later, and Jordan will also be killed."

   "Occasional highlights have a fart purpose? Chamberlain scored 100 points, can he win the championship? Can you highlight every game in the playoffs?" Pharaoh cursed angrily.

   He has a lot of headaches. Now there are many young people in the team, and they are not good-tempered people. Their personalities are quite unique.

   He didn't say any more, he originally planned to let Jordan teach Kobe a lesson, lest he shoot himself.

   It's a pity, looking at Kobe's appearance, it doesn't seem to have any effect. This lesson has no effect at all. Next time, why not let Jordan blast a 50+ on Kobe's head?

   In this game, Jordan's state was not very good and his efficiency was low. In the end, the Suns won the away victory, 6 wins and 0 losses. The Suns surpassed the Bulls and dominated the league first.

  After the game, the Suns rushed to Milwaukee overnight, fought back-to-back against the Bucks, and finally won by virtue of their strength. On the 14th, they defeated the Grizzlies, won all four away games, and returned to the home court.

In these two games, due to Chapman's injury, both Wilkins and Kobe's playing time increased significantly to 30 minutes. The former has to play the 3rd position as a substitute, and the 2nd position is more often dominated by rookie Kobe Bryant. on.

   Kobe scored 18 and 15 points in the two games respectively, and the shooting percentages were 42.5% and 42% respectively, and his performance was decent.

   In addition, due to the serious aging of the inside substitutes and the unexpected decline in ability, Pharaoh's playing time has also increased from the previous average of 36 minutes to 40 minutes.

   In addition, the number of shots also began to increase, from the original 20.5 to 22.5. After 8 games, the average score per game increased from the previous 30 points to 33 points, surpassing Jordan.

Two weeks later, the league's official MVP rankings were refreshed. Pharaoh's personal data and team record surpassed Jordan and the Bulls, and the Suns also beat the Bulls head-on, so he worked hard to climb up from the second position. , boarded the first position.

  After winning the Lakers at home on the 17th, they will face the Bulls at home on the 20th.

On the morning of the 19th, Kobe went to Pharaoh's house early in the morning and said that he was going to the fighting hall to practice fighting. Last time Zhang Lili took him there, but there was no Pharaoh to speak and no one to teach him, so this time I came to see Lao Wang. king.

  Pharaoh called Lightning again, and the three of them went to play together.

The    Fighting Hall is located in the western suburbs of the training hall. It covers a large area of ​​20 acres, with the Gobi and desert outside.

   Now there are forty members in the fighting hall, ten more, plus trainers and coaches, there are nearly sixty people.

When    arrived at nine o’clock, the training inside was already in full swing.

   "Brother Iron Army."

   "Old K."

   When Pharaoh entered, dozens of brothers and trainers greeted each other.

   "You practice yours." Old Wang greeted.

   In addition to eating, he also comes here to practice fighting in most of his spare time. Except for Meihuabu and Tieshanjiao, he practiced less and less martial arts.

   "Great, Master, find someone to teach me." Kobe said excitedly.

   "A class costs $2,000 and forty-five minutes, Kobe, how many classes do you want to buy?" Pharaoh turned his head and asked.

   Kobe was stunned and said unhappily: "Old K, I'm your apprentice, do you still receive money for your apprenticeship?"

Lao Wang said disdainfully, "If you don't pay for your disciples, then you shouldn't starve your master to death? Who else runs a martial arts gym? There are two thousand brothers in my martial arts gym, and everyone is free, so you support them? Not much, salary plus bonus. Just $150 million a year is enough."

   "Hahaha..." Everyone laughed.

   Kobe's mouth is wide open. Is the K martial arts hall's expenses so big? Then why hasn't Old K gone bankrupt yet?

   At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Bulls arrived in Phoenix.

   At five o'clock, Jordan left the hotel with Pippen and ran to the K martial arts hall. He ordered two cans of broiler chicken in advance.

He stayed in New York for a while during the offseason. After trying it once, he often eats it. It tastes good, but it is too expensive, and it can only be eaten in a few cities in New York. This time I came to Phoenix and brought Pippen to try it out.

   It happened that Pharaoh took Lightning and Kobe to the K martial arts hall, and was about to have dinner, and bumped into Jordan.

   "Old K, why don't you have a martial arts gym in Chicago?" After greeting, Jordan said a little unhappily.

   "Too lazy to drive." Lao Wang said.

   First, he does not understand business, the stall is too big to manage, and secondly, there are too many brothers, and the expenses are too large to avoid losing money, so he is really too lazy to open another branch.

  Jordan can't wait to scold people, even if he has money, are you stupid?

   "Old K, can you make a lot of money a year in this martial arts gym?" Pippen asked with envy.

   "Pi Er, in this way, I will transfer half of the shares to you." Lao Wang said with a smile.

   "Really?" Pippen was overjoyed.

  Jordan was also surprised, and this good thing, fooling Pippen, right?

   Next to him, Kobe sneered: "K martial arts hall has 2,000 brothers, and the annual expenditure is 150 million US dollars. Master, finally a fool dares to take over."

"what?"

  Pippen was taken aback, and so was Jordan.

   "Old K, do you want to trick me?" Pippen said angrily.

   After paying taxes on his annual salary, excluding his own expenses, and the household of a family of dozens of people, there is not even a single hair left, let alone 150 million, 150,000 US dollars is enough.

  Jordan asked suspiciously: "Old K, you have a lot of expenses, and you haven't seen your bankruptcy. You make a lot of money in a year, right?"

   "Make a fart!"

Lao Wang scolded and said: "If you get rid of the tax, you will earn tens of millions a year. This business is getting harder and harder to do, and there are fewer and fewer new VIPs joining, and the per capita consumption is also getting less and less. "

  “…”

  Pippen and Jordan are shaking their heads. Damn, how much do you want to earn?

   "If you can bring me VIP customers, one will give me a rebate of three thousand dollars." Pharaoh tempted.

"roll!"

  The two of Jordan scolded, a VIP customer has a membership fee of 30,000 yuan a year, and 100,000 yuan for three years, and you only give a rebate of 3,000 yuan. How stingy!

   Next, the five people gathered at a table, each with a can of broiler chicken. After eating, they were sweaty, and they felt refreshed after eating.

   After clearing the table, Lao Wang brought a pot of cheap big leaf tea, and chatted and spanked while drinking.

   "Scotty, you've got a lot of money, and you can actually afford to eat broiler chicken, so I can only eat K's a few times." Lightning said enviously.

   "After every three days, you eat no less than me." Old Wang said helplessly.

   "Michael's treat." Pippen said awkwardly.

   Lightning gave Pharaoh a white look and said, "Old K, your contract is ten times mine, and you have invested in the boss's Rattlesnake. You will definitely make a lot of money in the future, and you won't be able to eat it."

   "Rattlesnake? Poisonous snake farming, venom business?" Jordan asked suspiciously.

   "MLB, our boss Mr. Colangelo is planning to build an MLB baseball team." Lightning said.

   "Really?" Jordan was interested.

   He likes to play golf, but he is more addicted to baseball. He often goes to the White Sox team of Bulls owner Reinsdorf to play baseball.

   "Old K, how much did you vote?" he asked quickly.

   "10%, 13 million dollars." Pharaoh said.

   "Do you still want to invest? Help me introduce." Jordan asked quickly.

   "Mr. Colangelo gave me face and deliberately pulled me in." Old Wang said.

  Jordan immediately had a look of regret, and he couldn't help but started yelling at his boss, Reinsdorf, for being too stingy. Others' bosses thought about Old K. His own boss never mentioned selling the equity of the White Sox to himself.

   He wanted to be the owner of any of the four major sports leagues. He didn't expect this dream to come true, but Lao K took the lead in completing it. I'm so envious, it's a big blow to him.

   "Old K, add 20% of the price and transfer it to me." He tentatively said.

   "What do you think?"

  Pharaoh disdainfully said, am I such a visionary? Can I invest in Fengshen Street without the foresight?

   "Thirty percent?" Jordan gritted his teeth.

   "It won't work twice, I'm not short of that money. Besides, Mr. Colangelo is giving me face, so what if I sell it to you?" Old Wang shook his head and said.

"All right."

  Jordan was frustrated, feeling that the brood just now had no taste.

   But he warned: "Old K, if you want to take action in the future, notify me first, and I will definitely take action."

   "Okay, I can promise you this." Old Wang said with a smile.

   (end of this chapter)