Forward to the basket

After Tarkanian laid out two paths for Chen Feng, the old man left the arena. At this moment of deciding the future, he didn't want to affect Chen Feng because of his own existence.

Only Chen Feng was left in the arena, and Ryan who was about to send him to the hotel.

"Ryan, do you have time? Talk to me about the old man. Although I was kidnapped from New York by him, I still don't know anything about his past. I'm just curious why he is willing to go The streets are looking for guys like me to play pro basketball."

To choose the future, when facing a crossroads in his life, Chen Feng did not rush to make a decision. Maybe after the stressful test, talking to someone could make him relax more.

Chen Feng was always curious about that white-haired old man.

Although he only came for one day, Chen Feng already knew how powerful this old man was in Las Vegas.

In this city, the bosses of the gambling city may not be known by everyone, but Tarkanian's popularity can reach the point where everyone knows it.

From the moment they got off the plane, Chen Feng met many people greeting Tarkanian, including middle-aged people, elderly people, and many half-children.

Everyone is very respectful, and Tarkanian always responds with a smile on his face.

It was Ryan who answered Chen Feng's question, "People here like basketball very much. If it wasn't for the nba's fear of gambling infiltrating them, there might have been professional teams here long ago."

"Jerry has brought a lot of happiness to this city. The Nevada Rebels he led have defeated countless well-known teams here, and Las Vegas was also crazy about him."

"During the season we won the NCAA championship, there was only one talking point in this city, and that was basketball, and there was only one focus in everyone's eyes, and that was Jerry."

When talking about these past events, Ryan's face showed a proud expression of recalling glory.

To make a city remember what he has done, Chen Feng has a little respect for this old man who has traveled thousands of miles for himself.

"As for why he likes you boys who come out of the street, maybe Jerry is just making up for the regrets at the beginning. His rebel team once swept the NCAA and created the best record in team history. But just winning the championship In the following summer, several key players in the team got together with a well-known local gambler in Las Vegas. Although there was no evidence later that they received black money for match-fixing, those boys did They are insulated from the NBA. They are all playing in the second- and third-tier places in Turkey. You know, some of them have won the MOP award from the NCAA. They should have been the top picks in the NBA draft that year, but everything It's all ruined."

When Ryan finished speaking, he sighed. This 60-year-old man spoke with regret.

"Jerry likes to go to the streets to find those wild boys. He just doesn't want to see those talented boys wasting their God-given abilities on the chaotic streets."

"The gambler knew Jerry at the beginning, and many players were introduced through him. This is something Jerry has always regretted. He only saw the results, but ignored the erosion of some things."

"Only one of the group of players he is most proud of has successfully entered the NBA, and the rest have lost the opportunity to enter the most gorgeous stage to show their abilities."

"So Jerry is always trying to save some wild boys now, just like you, trying to drag them out of the mud of the streets as much as he can."

Ryan has partnered with Tarkanian for more than [-] years. He knows what his old buddy is doing, but the big man in front of him may be the one he values ​​the most in these years.

Maybe it's because they are all old and time is running out, but Ryan believes that his old buddies will never miss it, and this piece of jade from the streets of New York will not let them down.

"Does the old man prefer that I choose the path of ncaa?" Although Chen Feng knew that this was his own business, he still wanted to hear some advice.

"Jerry never gives any advice to others. He chooses his own path. If it were me, maybe I would consider letting you start with NCAA, but I think you and Jerry are the kind of people who like to take risks, so I It's better to shut up."

Although they only got together for one day, Ryan is the kind of guy who likes to ponder other people's personalities. He can see from Chen Feng that he is tough from the bottom of his heart just like Tarkanian.

Just like those tests, although this kid is the first time, he must strive to achieve the most standard in every detail. If he fails once, he will do it again until it is perfect.

If Ryan were Tarkanian, he would definitely suggest Chen Feng to start from NCAA. Maybe this would not be the best choice for him to improve himself, but the road would definitely be smoother.

Although Tarkanian was no longer the top coach in the NCAA, but with his energy, it can be said that it is easy to solve the problem of Feng Chen entering the university.

Apart from Duke and North Carolina famous basketball schools, as long as he has Tarkanian's recommendation, Chen Feng can easily find his place in top famous schools like Memphis or Florida.

Tarkanian's network in NCAA is still a bit scary. At the beginning, he was able to get so many street players to play for the University of Nevada, not just because of his charisma.

Ryan knew that his old buddy had many ways to help Chen Feng, legal or illegal, as long as Tarkanian thought about it, there would be countless loopholes in the so-called rules of the NCAA alliance.

The chat between Chen Feng and Rui En didn't last too long. After sending Chen Feng back to the hotel, Rui En left. Like Tarkanian, he hoped that this kid would be quiet.

After all, this is a major matter of choosing the path of life, but Chen Feng only had to face the choice of life while many young people his age were still thinking about what they would have for breakfast tomorrow.

Las Vegas hotels are always insulated from simplicity. Although it is only an ordinary four-star hotel, the interior decoration is luxurious enough.

All of this was arranged by Tarkanian, including the air ticket money, which was paid by the old man.

Tarkanian is not short of money, at least that's what Chen Feng thinks, those professional testing instruments are all the old man's own, and these things are placed in the basketball gymnasium of the Nevada branch.

Chen Feng's feeling was right, Tarkanian was indeed the kind of person with a rich family background in the coaching circle.

The three million that NCAA compensated him at the beginning was just his salary for two or three years of coaching.

Perhaps only a coach at the level of old K can be richer than Tarkanian.

For an old man who doesn't own a private jet, buy a luxury car, or a yacht, and has no luxury hobbies, his only investment is basketball.

The best training equipment, the team I have been with for more than [-] years, even if I am no longer coaching in the ncaa, Tarkanian has never left basketball.

Moreover, the old man has always had strict requirements for the field he is good at, and what he needs is the most professional.

With the title of a senior lecturer of the American Basketball Association, Tarkanian is always running around the streets and arenas across the United States, unearthing those buried gems.

Either throw them into some well-connected universities, or nbdl, and some professional teams abroad. Anyway, Tarkanian is doing his best to discover those talents who are mixing on the streets.

Street emperors like Alston were also instructed by Tarkanian at the beginning, and it wasn't that the old man wanted to benefit from them.

Just like he brought Chen Feng from New York to Las Vegas, all expenses were paid by him, and up to now, he has not mentioned anything about the contract.

For Tarkanian, perhaps building a sharp weapon is far more important than the commercial value of those bullshit.

His former student had made a name for himself in the NBA. Now, he just wants to leave the world with another student branded as a rebel before he is about to die.

The night was dark, and there were not many stars in the Las Vegas sky. Lying on the bed, Chen Feng was not sleepy, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his future.

Safe or risky, this is a fateful moment...

In Las Vegas, I don’t know how many people will linger on the crazy gaming tables all night, unaware that time is passing by quickly.

This is definitely a city without night. Although Tarkanian lived far away from the places where gamblers gathered, he got up very early today.

An old man in his 70s always sleeps very little, not to mention there is an unresolved matter involving Tarkanian's nerves.

How Chen Feng will choose is unknown to Tarkanian.

However, no matter what, Tarkanian wanted to drag Chen Feng out of the street. If he was allowed to return to the street, it would be the next Hammond-style regret.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Tarkanian hadn't had time to take a look at the newspaper in his hand, and the milk he was carrying was almost dropped to the floor by the knock on the door.

"Damn it, it's not even six o'clock, who the hell is interrupting my breakfast?" Tarkanian, who was still dressed in pajamas, could only keep mumbling and went to open the door.

He swore that if a bored fellow was doing the trick, he wouldn't hesitate to whip out his Colt and teach him a lesson.

Although it is far from the area where gamblers gather, there are always people who get drunk after losing money wandering around.

After opening the gate, though, Tarkanian had little chance of reaching for his powerful Colt pistol.

Because just outside his room door, a muscular man with a sturdy upper body was showing his upper body, holding on to the door frame and panting heavily.

And while panting, he kept cursing, "That old bastard Ryan, he only told me the house number, but he didn't tell me that it's ten kilometers away from the hotel! Damn, I'm still running on an empty stomach Such a long way! I must puncture all the tires of his car!"

"This is murder, Ryan is murdering a future NBA Hall of Famer!" Chen Feng yelled while wiping the sweat from his bald head with the shirt in his hand.

Looking at the big, complaining man in front of him, Tarkanian smiled happily.

Because he knew that this wild boy had already decided on his own path...

A road that will be very difficult for many people...

(Tears rushing to beg for votes...too many gods, too much pressure, woo woo woo)