You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 480 Winning Streak, Floating Hearts
With an easy victory, the Pistons won [-] consecutive victories in the opening season.

The Knicks' veterans couldn't keep up with the Pistons, and by halftime, the point difference had reached 30 points, and this ongoing carnage really made one wonder if any team could stop them.

At the end of the game, the Pistons scored 128 points, 4 points more than the previous average.

In a metropolis like New York, everything is magnified.

Mo Mengchen's triple-double, Hill's 30 points and 10 rebounds after work, Rashid's T, and Alan Houston accepted the invitation of the New York Drama Theater to play a supporting role in "A Tale of Two Cities".

With him like this, he still wants to act in A Tale of Two Cities. Mo Mengchen is really worried that Dickens will crawl out of his grave in anger.

After the game, the Pistons will rest in New York for two days.

Under normal circumstances, it is one day, because the next stop is Indiana, and the game time is two days later. The Pistons team agreed that there will be better training results in New York, so the departure date was postponed.

At noon of the next day, little Doula invited Mo Mengchen to have lunch.

What Mo Mengchen asked him was to find a place that was delicious, didn't need too much style, and the price was close to the people, where he wouldn't be disturbed.

It's hard, how can you not be disturbed if the price is close to the people?
Little Du La thought for a long time before she realized that Mo Mengchen wanted him to reserve the entire restaurant so that no one would disturb her.

Grand Central Station Oyster Restaurant
Oysters can be said to be the most famous poor dish in New York in the 20th century, a dozen for a penny, and all you can eat for six cents.

It claims to be a restaurant that everyone who comes to New York must visit.

The oyster bar opened at the same time as the New York train station and has a long history.

Today they ushered in a distinguished guest like Mo Mengchen, and the whole store was very nervous, lest they neglect this superstar and spread a bad reputation to his deadly fans.

"You guys played well last night." Hearing what Little Dura said, it was certain that he hadn't paid attention to the Pistons' games recently.

We scored 128 points, and narrowly won by 4 points to ourselves who averaged 124 points per game. How can we call it a good game, right?

"Say something."

Mo Mengchen was too lazy to discuss these meaningless topics with him.

"Are you so impatient? All right." Little Doula smiled, "Do you still remember the party I told you about?"

Mo Mengchen didn't need to answer, he pretended to listen carefully.

Little Du La continued: "Let's not talk about what business you have behind your back. Even if you are not a businessman, you are a well-known doctor, and you are enough to enter such an occasion. I think there are many people who are very interested in getting to know you. Even you know."

"I don't quite understand, you'd better explain clearly." Mo Mengchen ate the oysters, "Otherwise I should refuse your invitation."

"How can it be? You promised me!"

"No, I didn't promise you that day." Mo Mengchen said, "Before I refused you, you rudely hung up on my phone."

Little Doula smiled awkwardly: "I thought you wouldn't refuse based on the friendship between the two of us."

Then you really have to ask yourself.

Mo Mengchen said lightly: "I haven't made a decision yet, you can try to convince me one last time."

"OK." Little Dora said, "You should want to make more friends, right? Even if you can't bring them any benefits, they are willing to know you. No one will reject a highly skilled doctor, maybe some people Need your help."

Little Doula said: "As long as you show up, I guarantee you will become a star, five 60-year-old bad old man, three 40-year-old tiger wolf mature woman."

"and many more!"

"Tiger wolf?" Mo Mengchen stared at him vigilantly, "A mature woman?"

Mo Mengchen obviously didn't notice that the phrase "five or 60-year-old lousy old man" sounded more dangerous in his way of understanding.

"Most of them are empty and lonely. With your charisma, I think there is no problem, hahaha~~~"

Little Dora smiled lewdly.

I should break up with him.

Mo Mengchen said: "Time, place"

Of course, he definitely wasn't doing it for the so-called tiger-wolf mature woman, just like Little Dora said, there is no harm in getting to know more people.

"What's the arrangement for noon?" Little Dura asked.

"There is no arrangement other than training." Mo Mengchen said.

Little Dora said with a smile: "I heard that Michael Woods is preparing for the competition in New York in a few months. Are you interested in getting to know him?"

"I have no interest in golf at all."

Mo Mengchen rejected little Dula and attended the team training in the afternoon in time.

However, several people missed training that afternoon.

Rashid was absent for no reason, and he was nowhere to be seen. Apart from being sure that he was still alive, Westphal knew nothing about his condition.

Alan Houston missed practice because of the theater.

Joe Dumars is on leave.

Although Barkley came to the training hall on the grounds of being unwell, he just sat on the sidelines and watched the show.

Jerome Williams was late and he was certainly the worst of the day.

With so many accidents, Mo Mengchen was full of anger, and just vented it on him: "It seems that you are already a superstar, and you arrived later than everyone else."

Williams nearly had a diabetes collapse.

"Mo, listen to me explain"

"There's nothing to explain. You're late. Neither Grant nor I are late. The others are not late. Everyone on the coaching staff is not late. You are late."

Mo Mengchen pointed at the training hall, the meaning was obvious.

The penalty for the Pistons is to run ten laps of the training hall for being late.

The Henry Ford training center is not too big, and ten laps is an acceptable punishment. The training hall provided by the wealthy Knicks to the visiting team is different.

Williams was disgraced, put down his things silently, and accepted the punishment.

Mo Mengchen looked at the three rookies in the class of 98 with murderous intent in his eyes: "He doesn't suggest you learn from him."

"We only won eleven games in the regular season!" Mo Mengchen shouted, "Eleven games!"

The training in the afternoon was destined to be very difficult, many people were absent from training, Mo Mengchen could only vent his anger on these people.

If Hill hadn't been on the scene to adjust, many people would have collapsed on the spot.

Even Westphal felt that Mo Mengchen put too much pressure on the others.

After the training, Westphal talked to Mo Mengchen.

"Mo, you're the most responsible player I've ever seen."

Very typical opening remarks, first praise, and then ask questions.

Mo Mengchen waited for Westphal to speak the key points.

"You're definitely the leader of the team, but you need to tone down your intensity a little bit," Westphal said. "They're not computer programs, they're not machines, they're going to have problems, and you have to be considerate of them."

Mo Mengchen asked back: "Isn't Grant enough?"

"No, Grant can only appease their emotions, not heal their wounds. The wounds you left on them may not be big, but they are increasing every day. If things go on like this, the consequences are unimaginable." Westphal said , "Unexpressed emotions will not disappear, they are just buried in a tough way, and one day they will explode in an uglier way."

Mo Mengchen said suddenly: "I remember, you played under the Cardinal?"

"No." Westphal denied, "When I joined Boston, the head coach was Tom Heinsohn, and the bishop was the general manager, but it wasn't much different. Knowing that he still runs everything in Boston."

Mo Mengchen asked: "How does he manipulate the team?"

Westphal replied: "Tough, bitter, tenacious and caring."

"If I didn't have a guy named Grant Hill by my side, I would have cared for them appropriately, but as you can see, Grant cared for them more than their mother." Mo Mengchen said, "Too much caring is not enough."

Westphal found that the young man had gone into a misunderstanding, but he could not convince the young man.

He was about to speak when Mo Mengchen continued, "As far as I know, behind every dynasty team there is a villain with an iron whip."

"Like the Cardinals, Larry is to Boston, Pat Riley is to the Lakers, MJ is to the Bulls, they will do everything to push their teammates forward. What happened today is intolerable. We only won eleven games in the regular season. , Some people's minds have already drifted to other places." Mo Mengchen said.

Westphal smiled, and after talking so much, he suddenly could understand Mo Mengchen's thoughts.

"Then you know, which one of them are you more like in my eyes?"

Mo Mengchen looked at him curiously.

"Pat Riley, you're a lot like him," Westphal said, "order and discipline, authority and toughness, rule with an iron fist, don't rub the sand in your eyes, be fierce to yourself as well as to others .Pat won four championships and ended up being betrayed."

Mo Mengchen listened carefully.

"Mo, you're smart, I'm sure that's not in your nature, you just want to lead the team in the right way, but, sometimes, we have both the whip and the honey."

Westphal patted him on the shoulder: "Think about it, the journey has just begun."

Mo Mengchen stood still, recalling Westphal's words.

Adding up his previous life and present life, he may have lived longer than Westphal, but he was not considered successful in his previous life.

Those decades of experience, if any, can only be regarded as failure experience.

He lived a second time and lived another life.

The experience of the previous life is not very helpful to him.

Just then Jerome Williams walked in.

"Mo, I'm going to explain why I'm late," Williams said.

Mo Mengchen interrupted him: "That doesn't matter to me, what matters is that you are a third grader, you can't set a bad example, especially in front of those three rookies, late is late."

"So we have no problem, right?" Williams asked.

"Not yet." Mo Mengchen said.

　Does the offseason MVP still give Leonard any opinions?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)