You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 287
The results of Bobby Jackson's trial training were gratifying, and Osgers sent him a second trial training invitation on the same day.

This time it was a solo trial.

Hearing the news, Jackson was very excited and thanked him repeatedly.

Although Jackson has a daunting old face, he is still a college player who is just about to test the waters of the NBA. I don't know how such a person will provoke McGrady to hit him with the ball in the future.

As the sun sets, a brilliant red gradually disappears at the edge of the world.

In order to attend the dinner party of Osgers, Mo Mengchen turned down other things and went home to dress up carefully.

New management, new general manager.

Mo Mengchen wants to have a good relationship with him, and it will be very worry-free to have a general manager who can help.

That night, more than two dozen people poured into Osgers' home.

Except for the three player representatives Mo Mengchen, Hill, and Dumars, the management, coaching staff, and everyone in Detroit rushed over.

"Look at our new general manager, he is very different from Doug." Dumars laughed.

Mo Mengchen sat quietly. Tonight's meal is all about superficiality. His arrival represents support for Osgers, and everything else is false.

He wasn't looking forward to dinner at the Osgers' house.

Looking at the good looks of Osgers and Adam Frauses, Mo Mengchen sighed more and more how much convenience this smiling Buddha-like face of Frauses brought him.

Frouseth is still an assistant coach, but everyone on the team knows that it's only a matter of time before he makes the switch.

Regarding this matter, Mo Mengchen has never discussed with Frauses, and he does not know what kind of team building plan Frauses will adopt.

Is it to follow the running and bombing left by Collins, or to rebuild a system?
This is a problem that must be solved.

The Pistons' system was successful last season, but the run and gun didn't work effectively against a team of the Bulls' caliber.

Whether it is a system problem or a personnel strength problem is still debated by the coaching staff.

Osgers seemed to have finally finished his courteous conversation with his colleagues. He walked up to Mo Mengchen and the others, raised his glass and said, "I believe the future of the team is bright. Under the leadership of the three of you, winning the Eastern Conference is just around the corner. .”

The glass of wine was very heavy, and Hill didn't know whether to drink it or not.

Mo Mengchen didn't hesitate, just like a promise, he picked up the wine glass and touched Osgers lightly, saying: "This is our common goal."

Through this scene, Osgers can clearly see who is the boss of the player camp.

Hill was hesitant to make a decision, and Dumars did not express his position. Only he gave a response. After his response, the other two did not feel any difference.

Osgers found the right target from the start.

"Mo, come with me." Osgers said with a smile.

Mo Mengchen got up.

"Have fun," Osgers told Hill and Dumars.

Hill and Dumars raised their glasses in return.

"What do you think he's looking for?" Hill asked.

Dumas put down the wine glass, picked up the plate, carefully selected some food that suited his taste, and then sat down to eat slowly.

"If I were the general manager, I don't know the rules very well, and there are a bunch of people around me who are ready to dig holes for me at any time, what do you think I should do?

Dumars asked Hill back.

Devil Mountain hadn't thought about this, so the answer at this time was naturally no.

"I do not know."

"I have to find some allies. Who do you think has the most weight in what we say?" Dumas asked again.

This is really Mo Mengchen.

Hill complained: "It seems that he has found the right person. Mo's words are full of power and often shake me to pieces."

"So his choice is understandable, we just wait here, Mo will get things done." Dumas said leisurely.

There was something surreal about this scene.

No matter what, Mo Mengchen is just a player who just finished his second season. Hill didn't expect him to have such weight in the eyes of high-level executives like Osgers.

Osgers is not subordinate to superior, but superior to inferior. His chest is not just a Pistons team, and his vision is longer than anyone in the management.

Many people know that the Pistons are just a stepping stone for him.

Such a person immediately fell in love with Mo Mengchen.

"What do you say they were talking about?" Hill asked.

Dumas drank his red wine and said with a faint smile, "What else? The future."

"When I bought this bottle of wine, they suggested that I keep it for 20 years, but I didn't hold back because it was really delicious."

Osgers took out a bottle of wine that was only a third full.

The better the wine, the more it can withstand aging. More than 90% of the wines on the market cannot be aged. It is best to drink it within 2 years.Wine with aging value is generally more expensive.Of course, on the other hand, the more expensive the wine, the more inclined it is to have a stronger aging ability when it is brewed.

Mo Mengchen doesn't know how to taste wine. To him, any wine is the same, the difference between drinking one glass and drinking two glasses.

Also, he doesn't like the taste of wine very much.

"Then I must try it."

Even if what you think of is you hypocritical, isn't it just a bottle of wine?He also had to say the opposite, there was no way, he couldn't be mean right from the start, before making a joke, he had to figure out the other person's temperament.

This is also the biggest change for Mo Mengchen. He is no longer like in his previous life, no matter whether he is familiar with him or not, his words always make people feel uncomfortable.

Even if he has the support of the entire player camp and Shannon Poser and others, he still has to make friends with people like Osgers as much as possible.

Otherwise, if these people make a stumbling block during the season, he will be able to bear it.

Osgers filled Mo Mengchen's glass and then half-filled his own. It seemed that he really cherished this bottle of wine.

"I read the materials for the last two years. According to the assistant, our performance has been improving every year, but my predecessor didn't tap your potential to the extreme, right?" Osgers asked.

Mo Mengchen took a sip, the aroma of the wine secreted in his mouth, and he swallowed it slowly.

"Yes, not right." Mo Mengchen replied.

Osgers doesn't understand sports, so he really needs Mo Mengchen to explain to him: "How to say?"

Mo Mengchen said: "Doug didn't make any mistakes in the first year as the head coach. Our strength at that time was nothing more than that, and he had nothing to do. His real problem came in the second year, and it wasn't just for him. The potential of the team is not fully explored. To take a step back, no coach can 100% tap the potential of the team, which is unrealistic."

"I knew it would be like this. They treat me like a novice and always talk about mysterious things." Osgers drank half a glass of wine in one breath, "To be honest, I don't care about the results of the Pistons, and I don't stay in this position for a long time.”

This is a chat.

Mo Mengchen didn't reply, just looked at him.

Osgers continued: "Before I took office, I promised Bill that the Pistons would move forward every year under my management. He gave me two years, and within two years, if the team was successful, he would let me go. this position."

"Mo, can you do this for me?" Osgers asked with a smile.

"Payment is relative," Mo Mengchen put down his wine glass, and said flatly, "We strive to win on the field, and you plan strategies behind the scenes. We are a collective."

Osgers asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"A stable coaching staff, a dedicated management team, a quiet public opinion environment, a comprehensive logistical support, and, no matter what you want to do, let me have a mental preparation first."

Mo Mengchen made five requests.

Osgers' smile grew stronger, that's what he wanted.

If Mo Mengchen made any promises as soon as he came up, he would think it was a fraud.

"So," Osgers continued pouring himself, "what can you bring me?"

"A little merit."

Mo Mengchen said with a smile, "But it's enough for you to regain the high position."

"I like dealing with you." Osgers raised his glass, "You are as arrogant as I am."

Mo Mengchen clinked glasses with Osgers: "At least in terms of honesty, you are much better than Doug."

This conversation means a lot.

Mo Mengchen still has some things to understand, but he believes that it will not deviate too much from his guess.

Osgers didn't mean that, he just wanted to improve his grades.

Also, he only has two years.

Therefore, Mo Mengchen didn't have to worry about him playing tricks. If he had to worry about something, it was definitely not in the management.

After solving the worries, the only thing left is the draft, the special training during the offseason, the preseason training camp, and letting Frauses clarify the system, and then use the time of the regular season to arrange a stable rotation to target the Bulls' weaknesses Work it out and get your revenge in the playoffs.

The fire was burning in Mo Mengchen's heart, and he couldn't wait any longer.

When Hill and Dumas saw him coming out, Devil Mountain first asked, "How was the talk?"

"Dean will fully support our game. All we have to do is win." Mo Mengchen said.

The easiest and most difficult thing.

The next day, the Pistons had a second workout on Bobby Jackson.

The workout was completely closed, and no one knew how the Pistons tried out Jackson.

Frauses and Mo Mengchen participated in the whole process.

As it turned out, Frouseth, satisfied with Jackson's performance, offered to suggest that Dean Augersig take Jackson down.

Time went on.

The finals went on as scheduled.

Many legends happened in this year's finals.

But it had nothing to do with the Pistons. One day, Mo Mengchen was driving to the Lynn Stadium, and suddenly saw several Bulls fans wearing the No. 23 jerseys running excitedly on the road and shouting: "Michael has the flu and is invincible Jordan!"

Then Mo Mengchen remembered that Jordan had finished the famous "Flu Battle" last night.

His mood at that time was similar to his previous life.

There is a little difference: in his previous life, he was just an insignificant commoner, and he was not interested in this matter; in this life, he is Jordan's competitor, and he felt a lot of discomfort when he found that his opponent was so good.

(End of this chapter)