You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 19: Hard-won
"There's nothing wrong with him!"

"He's perfectly healthy!"

"He's healthier than me!"

On the phone, Sir Wise spoke the CT report in an unbelievably firm tone.

"Any question?"

Collins asked left and right.

"Let's take him with the fifth pick in the second round." Sierra suggested.

"Guys, I hope this position can take him too, but, he will not fall in that position."

Lynch spoke.

"According to reliable sources, New Jersey will initiate a trade to get a first-round pick, and they will use this pick to select Mo."

The meeting room became quiet.

Collins made it clear that he wanted Mo Mengchen, but now, they obviously couldn't get him with the second pick.

"Tell his agent,"

Collins has a decision: "We committed to taking him with the 18th pick in the first round."

"What about Theo Ratliff?"

The Pistons not only need a guard, but also a reliable insider.

"Use the nineteenth pick," Collins said decisively.

"What about Randolph Childress? We've given him a draft commitment"

Sela's tone grew weaker.

At this moment, a coldness flashed across Collins' face: "It's just a verbal promise, isn't it?"

"No written guarantees, just verbal promises, no?"

Collins asked with a smile.

"I heard that he turned down other teams' invitations to try out after he got a commitment," Serra said.

"So what? We didn't give him a firm response, we just gave him a verbal promise, and we didn't ask him not to participate in the trial training of other teams. He gave up the opportunity himself."

Collins told the assistant: "Call me."

"Is Mo really worth the pick?"

"Time will tell us the answer."

Mo Mengchen finished his trial training with the Pistons. That night, he returned to the hotel and soon received a call from Parton.

"Dude, you made it!"

"The [-]th pick in the first round! They promised the [-]th pick in the first round!"

Mo Mengchen said: "Give them some confidence."

Mo Mengchen believes that the decision maker who made this decision must have encountered a lot of resistance, and he needs to provide support.

Ever since, such news appeared a few days later.

Rumors emerged: San Antonio invited former University of Washington guard Mo Mengchen to a one-on-one workout.

The news spread like wildfire.

As a result, Mormon Dust fell ill upon his arrival in San Antonio.

As a result, he missed the Spurs' workout.

The draft is basically settled, and Mo Mengchen has to do a few other things next.

The first is to find a place to live near Henry Ford. It doesn't need to be very good, but it must be a neighborhood with the lowest crime rate.

Second, start your own sneaker company.

No sneaker company is looking for him now, and he will not sign with any sneaker company in the future. He wants to come by himself, yes: I speak for myself.

On the eve of the draft, a company called "Dreams Come True" quietly registered. (Note: It means dreams come true, hereinafter referred to as DCT.)
Mo Mengchen invested most of his money in this company, and the chief operating officer was Harding Patton.

"Mo, if you want me to run this company, you need to hire another assistant."

Parton said: "It may take all my energy to run this company well. I am beyond my ability to do some of the work of the agent. These things are handed over to assistants. I need assistants."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Mo Mengchen didn't expect Patton to hold two jobs by himself.

Amidst the uproar, the 1995 draft kicked off.

In order to encourage this new team in Toronto, the 1995 draft was held in Toronto.

Wearing a suit, Mo Mengchen came to the draft together with Parton.

"Are you ready?" Mo Mengchen asked.

"All the money is invested, if all hits."

"We'll net three million."

Mo Mengchen did the math.

Gaming companies always have a lot of gambling tricks, from competitions to predictions of major events, and even the order of selection in the draft.

This is simply a money-making opportunity tailor-made for Mo Mengchen.

In order not to attract attention, Mo Mengchen invested 50 and bought five groups of players, each in a different order, and only one group was correct, one in five strings. Except for the 40 to attract attention, he still has nearly 300 million income.

Those familiar names were pronounced as Stern took the stage again and again.

Joe Smith.

Antonio McDyess.

Jerry Stackhouse.

Rasheed Wallace.

Kevin Garnett.

"Oh my God!"

Parton covered his mouth: "Have you been hit again?"

"Are you weird?" Mo Mengchen narrowed his eyes.

"How do you know? Tell me, how do you know?"

Patton pushed Mo Mengchen hard, he had lost his mind.

From the betting in the finals to the order of the draft, everything went according to Mo Mengchen's prediction.

For an atheist, this is amazing.

"I gave you five sets of lists, but we were lucky and won one set." Mo Mengchen said.

"Impossible! You said we would earn 300 million! That's what you said just now! You knew it would happen, right?"

Mo Mengchen stared at him mockingly: "Yes, I must have grasped the handle of the person in charge of the top five picks and forced them to tell me their choice, and I was smart enough to guess that their favorite player was intercepted." I have already known the shortlist for Hu's future!"

"You really guessed?"

What terrible luck is this?
Patton couldn't accept it at all.

Moreover, based on this old man's past, his luck can't be counted as good, right?

"How is the company's personnel?"

"I just found an office, the recruitment announcement has been sent out, and my phone is fucking blown up!"

Patton grumbled.

He just came to be an agent, and somehow became the operating president of a new sneaker company. What kind of thing is this?
"Harding, I only believe in you, and only you can do this." Mo Mengchen said to him.

At this time, Stern called the No.17 pick in the first round.

The Cavaliers selected Bob Sura.

This is a kind of fate. There are two players in the NBA who were ruined because of their failure to get a triple-double.

One was Ricky Davis and the other was Sura.

They were all one rebound short, and then suddenly had a brain circuit to shoot the ball to their own basket to achieve a triple-double. As a result, the league couldn't bear to cancel their rebound, failed to achieve a triple-double, and became a laughing stock.

These two are really not smart, which speaks volumes about how important it is to choose a good college.

If Sura University goes to UCLA, it must be a sharp weapon in the NBA.

What should I do if I can't brush it?Let the insider help you get in position!

All guards from UCLA will do this trick.

"Dude, it's your turn."

Patton turned Mo Mengchen around to see if there was anything wrong with him.

"You are so handsome today, go up and kill those guys in seconds!"

Ten minutes later, Stern walked from behind the scenes to the stage again.

"1995 NBA Draft,"

"The Detroit Pistons selected with the No.18 pick in the first round..Mo Mengchen, from the University of Washington!"

"OH~~~~"

This is the first upset of the day.

Fans who follow the draft must be familiar with the NCAA, and the ones whose names can be read here are either top international rookies or NCAA generals, Mo Mengchen?who is he?
Those who pay attention to some cold news will remember that he saved the life of a boy at the airport some time ago.

Spurs fans may remember this guy missing one-on-one workouts due to illness.

and then?
It is estimated that only a few Washington fans still remember him.

"Mo Mengchen, from the University of Washington, is 22 years old this year. He only has one season's appearance record, but his performance in this season is remarkable. He got a triple-double against Duke University. At that time, Grant Hill was still in the game. Duke."

"Wait, he's had 3 ACL tears!"

"Are the Pistons crazy? They took a guy with dynamite in his knee with the [-]th pick?"

There was almost no applause, except for cries of surprise and harsh boos.

The sporadic Pistons fans at the scene were very disappointed, and the unfriendly Torontonians held the greatest malice in the world towards this strange Asian player.

"Get off the stage!"

"Who is this? If the Pistons don't know who to choose, they can choose me. I'm also 22 years old!"

"Can Asians play basketball?"

Mo Mengchen walked to the stage calmly, and the rookies of the same class looked at him one after another. Obviously, they didn't know who the Asian who came to the stage was.

Stern had a perpetual smile on his face.

No matter what the occasion, his smile is always the same.

"Congratulations, kid," Stern said.

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

Mo Mengchen shook hands with him, then hugged him, and then stepped off the stage to be interviewed by the reporters on the scene, or cross-examined.

They all wanted to know what was so special about this Asian who appeared out of nowhere.

Interested people have found Mo Mengchen's information.

"Mo, you've had a horrible injury, do you think you can play in the NBA?"

Mo Mengchen's response to these unfriendly questions was decent: "I have undergone a lot of inspections, and after many rounds of trial training, today's result is my answer."

"What are your hopes for the future?"

"Leaving my footprints in the league."

Mo Mengchen answered briefly. Then, he took the Pistons hat and came to the team's PR.

Today, he still has a lot of things to do.

Interviews from other media, meetings with the coaching staff, and photos with other rookies.

There are many things, but from this moment on, he officially became an NBA player.

He knew that this moment was not easy to come by, even if he was a time traveler, even if he had a system on his body, it would not be easy to do it.

And this is just the beginning.

In front of his eyes, a few lines of words appeared.

"Complete achievement: Selected in the draft."

"Fixed skills are being distributed randomly for you."

(End of this chapter)