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Chapter 2 Discuss something?

At six o'clock the next morning, DeWeese opened his eyes.

The habit he developed in his previous life made the biological clock in his body wake him up on time every day.

"Hey, I dreamed about my previous life again. Anyway, I was also the star of hope back then. I was most likely to become the first lottery guard in the Celestial Dynasty. If I said time travel, I would time travel." Davis shook his head, "I don't know what happened to the little boy I saved. He is fine, so my time travel is worth it."

After getting up and washing up, Davis went downstairs, thinking about his arrangements for today.

"Go to morning exercises first, and then think about what to do today after breakfast."

After running a few laps around his own manor, Davis took the ball and ran onto the court, and began to do some simple exercises. There are no training facilities here, and there is no way to do very complicated training.

At this time, in a window on the second floor facing the court, a middle-aged man was watching Davis practicing alone on the court.

"This kid, why are you practicing so hard all of a sudden?"

He looks like he is in his 50s, exuding the aura of a superior person all over his body.

But the way he looked at Davis was full of affection.

An hour later, DeWeese finished practice and went upstairs to shower and prepare for breakfast.

After going downstairs, Davis found that there was someone else in the restaurant, and it was the middle-aged man who had just looked at him.

"Dad." Davis subconsciously greeted.

The middle-aged man in front of him is the father of his body, the leader of the Amway Group, Rich DeWeese.

"Mike, why did you get up so early today?" Old Davis would never have imagined that the soul in his son's body was already another person.

"Can't sleep, get up and practice."

"Didn't you always say that basketball is just your hobby? I don't think you look like a pure hobby."

"Watching Jordan win the championship yesterday, I suddenly had the idea of ​​playing in the NBA." Davis said to Old Davis with a half-truth and half-fake smile.

"Why go to the NBA, our family is not short of money."

"Because there is no shortage of money, isn't it possible to do whatever you want? Besides, I go to the NBA, is it for money? Honor, honor, understand?"

Old DeWeese couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't expect that DeWeese would even bring out the honor, but he always obeyed his favorite young son. After chatting casually with DeWeese, he stopped worrying about DeWeese going to play in the NBA.

It doesn't matter if you can't fight well, the big deal is to come back and inherit his billions of dollars. . .

"Since you want to come to the NBA, I can just find you a position in the Magic team, but you can't come until next year. This year, you can honestly stay in college for a year."

The old Davis still has some understanding of his son's basketball level. He has talent, but he is far from the NBA level. It can be said that only one body has reached the NBA level, and the others are far behind.

"I want to enter the NBA through the draft." Davis said firmly. "But I will definitely play for the Magic. After all, it is our family's property. Moreover, the NBA is incomplete without participating in the draft. Even if it is not drafted, there will be such a process anyway. It's nothing to go directly. It can't be so blatant to go through the back door."

Listening to DeWeese's straightforward reasoning, old DeWeese shook his head with a smile.

What he didn't know was that the reason why Davis insisted on participating in the draft was just to fulfill his dream in his previous life. . .

"Well, I have already planned for you. After you graduate from university, I will find you a position in the company, study with your brother for a few years, and then accept part of the group's business." Old DeWeese said with a little regret.

Hearing this sentence, Davis' eyes lit up.

"Dad, let's discuss something with you."

"Oh? What's the matter?" Old DeWeese raised his eyebrows.

"Then why don't you find me a position in the Magic team. I want to participate in the management of the Magic team. Anyway, the Magic team is also your property, isn't it?"

"Huh? The Magic?"

"Yes, for example, arrange for me to be the secretary of the general manager or something, and then I can help you with the team's operations."

Davis looked at his father, blinking his eyes, trying to look like a good baby.

Old DeWeese felt very uncomfortable seeing his son like this.

What Davis said shocked him even more.

My son has never cared about anything at home, except asking him for money to buy Jordan's sneakers, there are not many places to spend money, and he doesn't spend his money every day like many rich second generations.

But to put it bluntly, he is only a 17-year-old child, how could he suddenly have such an idea.

This is the management right of an NBA team.

It's not that the old DeWeese is reluctant, everything about him will belong to the DeWeese brothers in the future, and now the eldest son Dick has started to take over the business of the Amway Group. Michael, the youngest son, originally wanted him to get in touch with the business in a few years, but he didn't expect him to bring it up now.

Old DeWeese pondered.

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that although the Magic is an NBA team, its market value is not high, and it is not as good as some of his subsidiaries. He bought the Magic for "only" 8500 million US dollars.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that it would be good to give the Magic to Davis for training, so he nodded.

"Okay, I'll arrange a job for you, but let me check the general direction of the team for you."

After breakfast, Davis, who had fulfilled his wish, happily returned to his room.

Old DeWeese looked at the back of his son leaving, and always felt that something had changed in his son, but he couldn't tell exactly where.It's like growing up overnight.

He suddenly laughed at himself.

"Anyway, it's my son, wouldn't it be better if he matured."

He stood up, ready to go to the study to work.

"Little Mike, I hope you can bring me some surprises."

Davis returned to the room and jumped onto his bed.

"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. The 17-year-old NBA team management team should be unprecedented...Uncle Davis officially announced that all future NBA draft picks belong to the Orlando Magic!" Davis couldn't restrain his excitement, and rolled on the bed several times in a row.

After the excitement, Davis lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"The management right is coming, and the next step is to polish my own strength. How far is my current strength? I might as well go to Orlando tomorrow to live. The NBA team's training facilities must be top-notch, and there are professional trainers. It is better than training at home."

The more he thought about it, the more excited Davis jumped up from the bed, and ran to the gym on the first floor.

The good-for-nothing protagonist has gone to the iron. . .

(End of this chapter)