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Chapter 83
"You can go anywhere, as long as you can play the main force." Skiles said.

Next season will be the last season of Skiles' contract year, and it is understandable for him not to accept being a substitute. Davis thought of this and nodded.

"Then I'll send a notice to other teams, and then we can discuss it when the time comes."

"Okay, thank you." Skiles breathed a sigh of relief as if he had let go of some burden.

A long and busy day passed quickly. Although it was a bit inconsistent, Davis was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"After tomorrow, I'll be an official NBA player." He sat up again.

Walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked at myself reflected in the windows.

Gradually, Davis's face overlapped with Wang Hao's. Wang Hao smiled and disappeared.

After tossing and turning all night, Davis slowly fell asleep, but not long after, Davis was woken up by Anna.

Because he had to deal with things in Orlando yesterday, Davis booked a morning flight to New York to attend the draft.

Just like that, Davis, who didn't sleep well, was dragged by Anna to the airport.

When he got off the plane in New York, Davis was still in a daze.

Today, DeWeese needs to operate the two picks 22 and 26. DeWeese has already thought about the choice of these two picks.

"I don't know who Dad will choose for the No. [-] position..." Walking into Madison Square Garden, DeWeese was still thinking about this issue, "I should choose Webber, but with me at the No. [-] position, I won't trade with the Warriors for Hardaway again."

Go to the Magic team and sit down. Old DeWeese is already waiting here.

"Father, who is the No. [-] pick?" Davis asked the old Davis after sitting down.

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements. It's definitely the most suitable choice for the Magic." Old DeWeese said with a smile.

After a while, Stern walked onto the stage, and the audience fell silent instantly.

The draft in 93 is about to start.

"Welcome to the scene of the 1993-1994 NBA draft. The first pick is the Orlando Magic. They have 5 minutes to make a choice." After receiving the usual boos, Stern announced the start of the draft with a smile.

Soon, the envelope containing the list of players was handed over.

Davis looked at the envelope curiously.

Five minutes later, Stern took the stage to announce.

"No. [-] pick, Orlando Magic, selected..."

"With the first pick, the Orlando Magic chose power forward Chris Webber from the University of Michigan." Davis whispered in the audience.

"Point guard from the University of Florida, Michael DeWeese."

"It really is Weber... what?" Davis looked at the stage in surprise, while everyone in the audience applauded.

Old DeWeese stood up clapping, smiled and put a hat directly on DeWeese's head.

"Congratulations, son, congratulations on being the No. [-] pick this year."

Davis was already in a daze, but this time he became even more dazed.

"Why did you choose me... Didn't I get into the team steadily..." Davis walked onto the stage with question marks all over his head.

He looked at the group of people in the audience, and suddenly there was a jolt, and he woke up all of a sudden.

"It's time to give a speech..."

He touched the hat on his head nervously.

"Uh, actually, it was quite sudden to pick me as the first pick..." He looked at the old DeWeese in the audience and said.

Everyone in the audience laughed.They all know what's going on.

"However, since I have become the No. [-] pick, I will announce something on stage today." Davis slowly became serious.

"From today onwards, the Magic will always have only one goal, and that is the championship."

The audience fell silent for an instant.

After a while, a faint applause sounded from the audience, it was old DeWeese.

Then came the second one, and the third one. Anna stood up, and the rest of the Magic team also stood up. Finally, the audience burst into applause.

After Davis finished his speech, he walked to the stage, first hugged the old Davis, then Anna, and then other people in the uniform team.

"Dad, why me?"

"Son, in my eyes, you are the well-deserved No. [-] pick in this year's draft. You don't have to sacrifice anything for the team. You deserve this honor." Old Davis touched his head, and the smile on his face never stopped today. "Everyone can see your hard work and talent, and no one will think that you are not worthy of this champion."

Davis also laughed, with seven points of touch and three points of helplessness in his smile.

Of course, what moved me was that the old Davis gave up the best chance to strengthen the team and chose to keep the champion for himself.

Unfortunately it is. . .This draft, I'm afraid there will be a big change.

At this time, someone came to the Magic team seat and said to Davis, "Mr. Davis, Mr. Reid wants to see you."

Davis subconsciously looked towards the Celtics, only to realize that Auerbach was waving at him.

He said something to old DeWeese, got up and walked to the Celtics' bench.

"Michael, since you are so confident in your vision, who do you think the Celtics should pick this year?"

"Mr. Reed, if you want me to draft for you, there is a price."

"Tell me your conditions." Auerbach narrowed his eyes.

"Let Bird come to our team as a coach." Davis thought about how to knock the Celtics on the way.

"Oh?" Auerbach didn't expect Davis to raise such a condition.

Thinking about Byrd who was at home, Auerbach thought about it for a while.

"make a deal!"

At this time, the Philadelphia Mosaic team has become a mess.

"What should we do? Should we choose Webber or choose Sean as originally planned?" The general manager anxiously asked head coach Fred Carter.

Carter vowed: "Skills can be developed, but height cannot be developed."

The general manager nodded, wrote his name on the envelope, and handed it in.

"With the second pick, the Philadelphia Mosaics selected center Sean Bradley from Brigham Young University. Congratulations."

DeWeese in the audience had already chatted with Auerbach.

"It's cheap for the Warriors now. Webb is their dream goal. Originally, Webb was a well-deserved candidate for the No. [-] pick, but he fell to third place." Davis curled his lips.

"Oh? How did you know the Warriors would pick Webber?"

"The Warriors' outside line is so luxurious, so they must work hard on the inside. In addition to his inside ability, Webber also has mid-range shooting and organization. It would be strange not to choose him."

Sure enough, with the third pick, the Warriors successfully won Chris Webber.

The Warriors uniform team was very excited, feeling that a big cake fell on their heads, and they even cast a grateful look at the Magic.

This time, the draft was all messed up. . .

Anfernee Hardaway, who was originally a stable top three pick, is still sitting in the small green room. . .

　Because there is something to do today, the two updates will be released earlier today.The protagonist is the No. 20 pick. I really hesitated for a long time, and finally wrote him as the No. [-] pick. If you arrange a random pick for him, and choose Webber or Hardaway for the Magic, I feel that the strength of the Magic team is a bit overflowing. Think about the protagonist + O’Neal + Rodman + Hardaway plus Nick Anderson who averaged [-] per game, and Scott and Sprewell sitting on the court.Welcome to give your own opinions in the comment area.

　　
　
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