NBA backer king

Chapter 187 FMVP Voting
At this time, David Stern had already arrived at the scene, holding an envelope in his hand.This is the result of the FMVP selection, and he hasn't read it yet.

Looking at the envelope in Stern's hand, Barkley was eager to see through it.

Now that the championship is in hand, the pursuit of FMVP has become his biggest expectation.

Achievement of MVP, championship, and FMVP in one season is a symbol of a historical superstar.

"Charles, it's yours." Patting Barkley on the shoulder in front, Old Wang who was standing behind comforted him.

Turning his head and looking up at Old Wang, Barkley was moved and said: "Brother, we rely on luck. If it's yours, I congratulate you."

"Then I won't be polite." Lao Wang suddenly laughed.

Buckley rolled his eyes, old K, don't you know how to be polite, little bastard?

At this time David Stern opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of letter paper.

bang bang bang...

Barkley's heart beat faster.

At the head of the wagons not far away was his wife, Maureen, who also folded her hands and prayed for him.

"Will there be a change?" John Hanks excitedly asked in the ABC live broadcast.

"Normally not." Bill Wharton shook his head and smiled.

David Stern looked at the name on the letter paper, smiled, and looked at everyone present, and finally his eyes fell on Barkley's face.

Barkley's heart rate jumped from [-] to [-] in an instant, and he was about to crash.

"Congratulations, Charles Barkley," said Stern.

"yeah!"

Barkley cheered wildly, and there was warm applause from the audience.

"Congratulations, brother."

Lao Wang and others also sent their congratulations.

"Congratulations, honey."

"Thanks, dear."

Maureen came up quickly and gave him hugs and kisses.

"Hello, Wang."

At this time, Stern smiled and extended his hand to Wang Tiejun.

"Hello, Mr. Stern." Wang Tiejun smiled.

"Young man, you played well in your rookie season, and I hope you can do better in the future." Stern laughed.

"I will." Old Wang nodded quickly.

"You know, in the FMVP selection just now, you got two votes." Stern suddenly laughed.

Old Wang was taken aback, there is still someone choosing me?

As far as he knows, a total of 9 reporters participated in the selection, plus the reporters accompanying the two teams, a total of 11 people, he got two, so Barkley got 9?
"Michael Jordan got four too," Stern said last before leaving.

Lao Wang was stunned, isn't it true that Barkley only has one more card than Jordan?It's dangerous!If it is taken away by the loser Jordan, what face does the Suns have?
The championship trophy and the FMVP trophy were presented next. Colangelo raised the championship trophy, and the entire American West Arena, the entire Phoenix, and even the entire Arizona state suddenly boiled.

After the awards, the Suns continued to stay at the scene to celebrate the championship with the fans, and the fans lingered for a long time.

Lao Wang was surrounded by a large group of passionate beauties, including some beautiful young stars and models. The reporters couldn't squeeze in, but it didn't prevent them from squeezing in.

Lance Hawksman and Roman Wicks stood outside, the Suns won the championship, and Wang Tiejun once again played a super performance of 33+15+9 quasi-triple double. Both of them were very excited.

Lao Wang harvested a lot of small notes and promised to call them, so he could deal with a group of women.

"Old K, do you want me to help you? I can arrange a hotel room for you and prepare everything." Hawksman laughed.

"OK, you choose, I want the most beautiful and the best body." Lao Wang stuffed a lot of notes to the agent.

"I promise, if you are not satisfied with this, I will choose another one for you from Hollywood. There are a lot of little stars and models who need to be exposed." Hawksman laughed.

"Old K, Mammoth intends to sell your sneakers in Japan and increase the publicity budget." Weeks said with a smile at this time.

"Earn little Japan's money? I like it." Lao Wang said with a smile.

"But you need to go to Japan."

When Weeks said this, he added another sentence: "Don't worry, old K, I will give you a large fee. Lance and I have already negotiated."

"Old K, the attendance fee is 30 US dollars. In addition, there are countless Japanese beauties waiting for you. They have been captured by you and are waiting for your rescue." Hawksman came over and whispered.

"Then we must go. It is my bounden duty to save them." Lao Wang, who was originally a little unwilling, immediately said seriously.

"Haha..." The three laughed loudly.

"By the way, what other jobs do I have in the United States? Lance, didn't you say you were talking about sponsorship contracts for me?" He asked again.

"Old K, Lance, I'll take my leave first, see you in a few days." At this time Weeks said.

After sending Weeks away, Lance Hawksman said: "Old K, don't worry, our CAA has nothing else, but we have more than half of Hollywood's big stars and well-known directors, and more than a thousand brand companies around the world have close cooperation with us. As long as you perform well enough, there will be no shortage of resources for sponsorship and endorsement. No matter what, there will be some brands willing to seek your endorsement.

Now I am negotiating no less than ten sponsorship endorsement contracts. Although I can't get top-level and first-class resources, there are still a lot of second- and third-tier brands, and even quasi-first-tier brands are also possible.

In addition, the few contracts that Mr. Colangelo accepted for you last time, even the sponsorship contracts of several local companies in Phoenix have been negotiating.

Originally, these contracts were negotiated, but your performance in the playoffs was great, you won the championship again, and your performance in the finals can be called a superstar, so you need to renegotiate, so old K, it will take some time.

But I promise, it will be worth it. The new contract will definitely be much higher than the old contract, and it will be settled quickly. You only need to stay in the United States for half a month. At that time, you can at least get contracts totaling more than ten million dollars from these companies. "

"that would be great!"

What Wang is most satisfied with joining CAA is that he can make money. CAA has great resources in this area. If he signs a normal NBA agent, even a top agent, it is impossible to find him so many sponsors like CAA.

"Also, the second trial of your two lawsuits will be here in two days. This is the last time. We have already won the victory. Have you thought about how to celebrate?" Hawksman laughed.

"I'll have a party and open a case of Champagne," he said happily.

"OK, I'll prepare a party for you." Hawksman laughed.

At this time, the celebration on the scene ended, Wang Tiejun and other players bid farewell to the fans and returned to the locker room.

"Wow, my leg is about to cramp."

I was so excited just now that I didn't feel it, but when I returned to the locker room and sat down, just after relaxing, the muscles of Wang Tiejun's calf were jumping non-stop.

"Come and lie down."

Aaron Nelson hurried him over and began to massage him.

"Bang bang bang..."

At this moment, there was a series of sounds of opening bottles, like gunshots. He turned around and saw that a group of guys had already opened a box of prepared champagne and were spraying wildly around.

"I rely on!"

In the blink of an eye, Buckley and others were all coming towards him. He was lying on the massage table and couldn't even run. He was sprayed thoroughly and his underwear was soaked.

Colangelo and other management and coaching staff came in at this time, and they were also sprayed all over their faces, but everyone had only an uncontrollable smile on their faces.

"Sir, how much money can each of us get in the playoffs?" After the frenzy, Old Wang asked the question he cared most about.

Colangelo shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Old K, each of you can get at least 25 US dollars."

"Oh, that's great!" the crowd shouted excitedly.

Especially a few marginal players and role players with 10,000+ basic salary contracts are happier than winning the championship.

Next, after everyone took a bath, they collectively participated in the post-match press conference, which was postponed by an hour than usual, and it was already early in the morning.

But there is no shortage of media, whether it is the Bulls or the Suns, the press hall is packed, and the two rows in front are full of tripod cameras.

"Sir Barkley, congratulations, you won the MVP, the championship, and the FMVP three honors in one season. So do you think this is the most glorious time in your life?" The first reporter asked.

Barkley's face was full of smiles, and he stammered: "Thank you, yes, haha, well, you are right, thank you all, I feel that my career is complete, yes..."

"Old K, the last free throw, I'm talking about the second free throw. Did you hit the basket on purpose when we were one point behind and we could tie the penalty? Did you want to take a gamble?" asked a reporter.

Lao Wang nodded without hesitation and said, "You're right, that's what I did."

"But what if it doesn't work? I don't think coach Westphal would arrange such a dangerous tactic?" The reporter asked.

"No, the coach wanted overtime, but you should know about my free throws. Pippen said at the time that based on my free throw probability, I couldn't hit the second free throw. Yes, I think so too. The probability of my second free throw is not high enough, so I just did it. Isn't there a seventh game?" Wang said after looking at Westphal.

"Coach Westphal, do you agree with what old K did?" the reporter asked again.

"Of course, we won, and the winner is not to blame." Westphal laughed.

He was indeed taken aback at the time, but he was completely overwhelmed by ecstasy after a second, and there was no time to make him angry. Now that he has won the championship, he will not be angry anymore.

"Charles, you didn't talk to old K at that time, but your rebounding action was completely faster than the others. How did you communicate?" the reporter asked.

Barkley proudly said: "It's very simple. Old K did that once in the G4 game. Have you forgotten?"

"Oh!"

The media reporters immediately heard the scene of the G4 battle.

Not to mention the Suns side, it was peaceful, but the atmosphere on the Bulls side was as cold as iron, and Jordan didn't even attend the press conference.

"Coach Phil Jackson, that last foul ruined our victory, ruined our upcoming three-peat championship and dynasty. So, is it a specially arranged foul tactic to let old K make free throws?" A reporter from the Chicago Sports News asked coldly.

Phil Jackson sighed in his heart. If the tactic at the most critical moment succeeds, it is a god. Once it fails, it will be like this. He was mentally prepared and said, "Yes, I know you will say that this is the key reason for our loss, but this is indeed a foul tactic I arranged."

"Is it because old K's free throws are not good, so he arranged this tactic?" The reporter asked.

Phil Jackson nodded heavily. He knew that the reporter would have more embarrassing questions next.

Sure enough, the reporter immediately asked again: "If I remember correctly, in the G4 game, Old K once did that.

I mean, he hit the rim on purpose, last time he grabbed the offensive rebound himself, made a shot and drew a foul on Pippen, and this time... what I want to know is, did you forget that free throw?Why give him a chance? "

Phil Jackson felt like his head was going to explode. He was also very nervous at the time, and he had to arrange tactics to ensure victory, so he really forgot.

But now he couldn’t admit his mistake. He faltered, stretched his left hand apart, pinched his temples with his thumb and middle finger, put it down, pulled the microphone in front of him, organized his words and said: “Of course I didn’t forget, but you know it’s just luck. Our people are closer to the rebound, and we are more likely to grab the rebound.”

The reporter sneered and said, "But our people don't seem to be ready for rebounding at all."

Phil Jackson sighed again in his heart, and spread his hands, indicating that he had nothing to say.

"He just forgot, otherwise he would have told our people to be ready for old K to steal the plane."

"I also think so. It was his dereliction of duty that wasted Michael's good performance. He lost our three consecutive championships and dynasty."

"He's as incompetent as Jerry Krause."

The reporters in Chicago below talked a lot.

At this time, Jordan had already boarded a private jet and flew to Las Vegas accompanied by his agent David Frank.

After the press conference, the Suns collectively went to the designated nightclub to celebrate all night, and then the city-wide celebration in Phoenix the next day, which will last for three days.

Following the crowd to the destination, looking at the magnificent nightclub, Wang Tiejun looked around, feeling very novel.

He has never been to this kind of occasion before. After a season with the Suns, he is either training or playing every day, and there is not enough rest time. How can he have time to spend energy here?
There were no other guests in the nightclub, and the Suns had already reserved the venue. When they arrived, the nightclub managers, dozens of waiters, and dozens of the most coquettish beauties were waiting for their presence.

"Gentlemen, this is your world now," Colangelo said loudly.

"Oh hoo!"

Everyone couldn't help screaming excitedly.

"Old K, how do you feel?" Buckley asked with a smile after taking a sip of the fine wine fed to him by the beauty.

"I have a feeling that I'm degenerate. But I have to admit, this feels good, and it suits me." Lao Wang, who was also hugging left and right, said with a smile.

"Haha..." Everyone burst into laughter.

"Old K, would you like one?"

Kevin Johnson opened a box of cigars and asked with his head tilted.

"I don't know how to smoke, and I don't want to smoke. It will affect my lung function." Old K said honestly.

"Don't be afraid, this thing doesn't need to be inhaled into the lungs. It has the least amount of nicotine in cigarettes. It's just for pretending. I'll bake one for you."

Kevin Johnson lit the alcohol lamp, cut off the cap, and then started to burn the cigarette foot. The action was very skillful. He didn't smoke cigarettes, only cigars.

"No need to inhale? Then I'll try."

Lao Wang's interest came immediately. He had to admit that it felt good to act aggressively. He liked it very much, and he was especially envious of Kevin Johnson's style of biting his cigar.

Kevin Johnson had finished toasting the cigar at this time, and motioned for Lao Wang to light it himself.

Lao Wang reached out to take the cigar, and moved to the alcohol lamp.

Kevin Johnson said on the side: "You don't need to touch the flame. When the foot of the cigarette turns black and glows, don't inhale it. Blow it out twice to blow out the miscellaneous air. Then you will feel a very mellow smoke entering your mouth. Just feel the aroma."

Lao Wang did as he did, and when the cigarette feet were burnt, he lifted his head and blew twice, and then tried to take a puff. It felt a bit dense, and it was more strenuous than smoking. Sure enough, there was a very mellow smoke wrapped in his mouth. The aroma is very strong, which is completely different from ordinary cigarettes.

"This is a cigar from Cuba. The quality is good." Kevin Johnson picked up another cigar, and Barkley and the others next to him also picked up a cigar.

"It feels good. Before I go back to China, I have to prepare something, which is better than the paper leaves my dad smokes." Old Wang said with a smile.

"Cough cough, crap, cough cough..."

But soon, he couldn't take it anymore, ten or twenty big men swallowed clouds together, and he almost choked to death.

Next, everyone put out the cigars first and started drinking, which is the main topic of the evening.

The next day, Comrade Lao Wang opened his eyes. The environment was a little dark and not dazzling, but his head hurt and he closed his eyes again.

This feeling is very familiar, the feeling after a hangover, he drank too much last night, knocked down Barkley and Kevin Johnson by himself, and finally fell down by himself.

With a movement of his hand, his left elbow touched a lump of soft flesh, and he squeezed it. It feels very good, isn't it?

Turning around to look, a pile of golden hair was scattered outside the quilt, and when he opened the quilt, a beautiful woman with nothing on her body was sleeping soundly.

He turned over and got up, threw the quilt under the bed, and looked at the beautiful woman's face with his big hands. He seemed to have a little impression, wasn't it the girls from the nightclub, he should have seen them in the arena last night, seemed like a low-level star?But pretty enough, a little prettier and younger than Roberts should be.

Perhaps Hawksman had called for him?Who cares, let's enjoy and enjoy first, he pounced on it.

(End of this chapter)