The best shooting guard in basketball

Chapter 10 Invitation from CBA

"Friends in the audience, the news from the front has been confirmed!"

In the Tencent studio, Ke Fan, who had already started talking about things, was finally excited for a while. When the results of the Lakers' second-round pick came out, he once thought that Wu He had lost his chance to enter the NBA!
"The Nets chose Wu He from our country!"

As soon as Ke Fan's voice fell, the barrage in the live broadcast room was already swiping the screen like an explosion, string after string of 666, row after row of blessing gifts, if he didn't block keywords and gifts, Ke Fan couldn't even see himself on the screen!

"Oh! Unbelievable!" O'Neill, who was broadcast live on TNT, was also surprised. After saying unbelievable three times in a row, he finally accepted the fact and looked at the masked Barkley. O'Neill put on a signature smile on his round face: "Charles, I hope that when I get home, I will receive a transfer call from the bank."

"No, no, no, it's impossible. How could a team choose a defender from China!" Barkley repeatedly confirmed with the signal source in front of him, and kept talking.

After finally confirming the facts, Barkley shook his head first, then looked at O'Neal jokingly and said, "Congratulations, Shaq, you will become rich overnight because of this Yao's compatriot."

"Yes." O'Neill said with a smile, then turned his head to look at the camera, pointed at the camera, and said, "Michael Wu, I know you are in front of the screen, I hope I can see your performance in the new season!"

"Come on, boy from China!"

On the other hand, Wu He, who was indeed in front of the screen, was very calm. After a brief celebration with Nance, he received a strange call.

"Hello, this is Michael Wu. What's the matter?" After answering the phone, Wu He spoke first.

But the response on the other side of the phone surprised Wu He, who spoke English, because the other party spoke Chinese!

"Mr. Wu He, hello, I am Liu Linping, the team consultant of the Guangdong Dongguan Bank of the CBA."

"Mr. Liu, hello, what can I do for you?" Although Wu He didn't know where the other party got his mobile phone number, he still asked politely.

"That's right. Our team would like to discuss with you about signing a contract." Sitting in the office, Liu Linping said calmly. Wu He was selected in the second round of the NBA. In fact, the chances of him going to play in the NBA are very small, but it is the best thing for the CBA overlord who lost the championship last year by taking advantage of his being selected to absorb a wave of popularity.

Moreover, he also heard that Wu He had defeated Mudiay, a small foreign aid who played for the team last season, in a one-on-one match, which meant that Wu He was a potential stock with strength. He immediately decided to call Wu He to negotiate and sign a contract with the team.

"Sir, if I had received your call a few months ago, then I would have agreed to sign the contract." Wu He said, paused, and continued: "But today is different, there may be no news in China, I have already been selected by an NBA team, and I will play in the NBA next season."

"I"

"As an NBA player, why would I still sign with a CBA team? So if you have nothing else to do, then I'll hang up, goodbye." Before Liu Linping on the phone could speak, Wu He said a series of words in one breath, and then hung up the phone directly!

Want me to go to CBA?What about your NBA journey?Your own journey of pretense has just begun!
"Jingle bell! Jingle bell!"

Just after Wu He hung up the phone, the familiar cell phone rang again.

"I won't sign a contract with you, don't think about it!"

After answering the phone, Wu He yelled directly.

"Uh, Michael, what's wrong with you?" On the other end of the phone, Rex didn't understand Chinese, so he didn't know what Wu Hyuk was talking about. He asked suspiciously, but he didn't go into it, and then said, "I'm sorry, the Lakers didn't choose you. Even at the last moment, I recommended you to Manager Kupchak, but you know."

It turned out to be Rex, and Wu He breathed a sigh of relief, but hearing Rex's apologetic words, Wu He didn't take it seriously: "It's okay Rex, thank you for your efforts, I will fight back against those people with my performance."

"They will regret their choice, just like the Blazers missed another Michael!"

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. Congratulations on your happy life in Brooklyn." Rex listened to Wu Hyuk's rhetoric but did not refute it. In his opinion, a man with such an excellent body would leave his own mark in the league no matter what.

Even a guy like Storomile Swift who has physical fitness but no golf intelligence can score 30+ points in the league. If Wu Hyuk can get similar data to Swift, then he is qualified!

"Thank you, my friend." After saying goodbye to Rex, Wu He knew that in addition to being a good show in the NBA, he also needed to be a good face in the NBA!
Whether it's Mudiay, Anthony Brown, or even Kupchak, these will all be his targets!

"Phew, I never thought I was Xiao Yan in the NBA." Sighing, Wu He said casually.

"Xiaoyan? Michael, what are you talking about?" Xiao Nance, who was sitting next to Wu He, was at a loss. Wu He's two phone calls in a row with completely different attitudes and the change in tone that was more unstable than the weather in Phoenix made him a little confused. Now he couldn't understand what Wu He said.

"Superman from China." Wu He explained, but found that his mobile phone rang and vibrated again!

"Michael, you are really a phone superman today." Xiao Nance said with Wu He's explanation, and then his phone rang.

"It's my father." Little Nance said, the original smiling face disappeared instantly, and then he walked back to his room.

Every time after Larry Nance's call, Nance Jr. seemed to be in a bad mood, Wu He shook his head, and then connected the phone.

"Hey"

"Michael Wu! What on earth are you doing!" Before Wu He could say anything, Rich Paul on the other end of the phone started roaring: "The line is busy twice in a row. Could it be that the film director wants to make an appointment with you!"

"No, no, my manager." Wu He hurriedly apologized, but he didn't expect so many calls to come in today.

"Okay, my Asian boy, Brooklyn welcomes you." After calming down a little, Rich Paul continued: "Your physical test data has become something to impress the Nets. They hope to see you tomorrow at the latest. Whether you can sign a contract depends on your performance tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's performance?"

"Yes, my Michael. Tomorrow they will arrange a one-on-one match. You need to score at least one point before they will sign you." Rich Paul said, his tone obviously weaker: "But they will use the best defensive player in the team to test you."

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