Nba: Start Signing Three Consecutive Championships, Rewarding Epic Talents

Chapter 232 Hardaway's Face (1 Update, Please Subscribe)

In fact, Leisi understood that as long as Zhou Yan made a request, there was no room for negotiation at all.

The reason why he can still play games now is more because of the particularity of the player Hardaway.

As far as the team is concerned, with Zhou Yan here, no one will really drag the team down, and this crazy batch can completely monopolize the power when necessary.

As far as I am concerned, 3 million is just a matter of one sentence, including the luxury tax of 12 million, which is a bit painful, but it is nothing.

Lace was afraid that Zhou Yan would make a bad start.

In this era, there are too many players who were brilliant when they were young and miserable when they were old, and geniuses ruined by injuries appear every now and then.

But what is this place?

NBA, the world's top basketball hall.

The league never lacks talent, a new generation replaces the old ones, and Qianlang dies on the beach.

As science and medical technology advances, future players will only get better.

It is understandable that Zhou Yan and Hardaway want each other to win a championship before retiring.

What about Hardaway?

After all, there are more championship-free players in the league.

If the Eagles are notorious because of Zhou Yan's bad head, then what's the point of winning the championship?

Is it just to become a public enemy of the alliance?

"By the way, I still want someone else."

Reis's heart skipped a beat.

What are you afraid of?

"Wouldn't it be another talented player ruined by injuries?"

"No, it's an old guy."

have to--

Reis laughed out loud when he heard this.

He laughed back angrily.

He guessed everything.

"Mutombo."

"Zhou, do you know how old the Africans are this year?"

*37... 36 or 37?"

"That's his 1st birthday!! And the calendar rules in Africa are different from ours! God knows if he is 40 years old now!"

"Why do you care so much? It's enough to play well. Why do you have to worry about age? If I tell you now that I am actually 35 years old, are you still willing to give me 45 million?"

"If you can still perform like the finals at the age of 35, the entire league will erect a monument for you, and if you fail to do so, you will be arrested by the Abnormal Biology Research Center for experiments."

"It's fine for Dashan to take 1 million, so you won't blame me for this little money?"

"I'm curious now. Whether it's Anferni or Mutombo, have you discussed the contract amount with them in advance? What if they think it's too little? Or don't you want to come to Atlanta to play at all?"

Zhou Yan spread his hands together: "If you don't want to, don't come! Besides, I really don't believe that there is anyone in the league who is not willing to play with me."

Reis was speechless.

It's really cool to win the game lying down, and have the big brother take the blame for the loss, get paid comfortably, and work without effort.

However, superstars who have some ideas in their hearts are likely to be unwilling.

It is still a question of the gold content of the championship.

The old champion and the second champion are already two different things. If you want to make a name in history, you shouldn't have to sharpen your head and go to Zhou Yan's team, right?

"Who else, let's say it all at once, let me see how many strange ideas you still have in your head?"

"No more, one penny, one Mutombo."

"Can I think about it again?"

"Okay, let's think about it."

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, he fell silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Okay, it's time.

"what!!"

Reis was surprised and angry: "Why only three seconds?!"

"Then you just say you have to think about it, how do I know how long to think about it?"

"Young people, do you usually think about problems for three seconds and come up with results?"

"yes."

Leisi instantly felt that the forty or fifty years more than Zhou Yan had been spent in vain.

"You have your demands, and I have mine."

"That's right."

Zhou Yan sat upright slightly: "My request clearly states that you can't make requests, so—"

"Small request! Just a small request!"

Reis thought that if he had two more conversations with Zhou Yan, it would be difficult to last until next summer.

"There is something wrong with these two players. If the coach wants to change players, you can't stop him."

Zhou Yan nodded.

"There is one more, follow the team to train, don't run around anymore."

Zhou Yan shook his head.

The old man hesitated to speak, Zhou Yan pointed to his watch, opened the door and walked out...

"Young man, you are so chic, does your grandma know?!"

"So you're leaving Atlanta so soon?"

When Tony Bruce heard the news that Zhou Yan was about to leave, his mouth was pursed like a pussy.

"It's okay, see you later.

"ha"

Bruce subconsciously thought that this was the meaning of "Where do we never meet again in life", although he still wanted to say something, he held back and just nodded heavily.

"hope everything is fine!!"

Zhou Yan did not guide Los Angeles, but went directly to Phoenix.

In fact, there are some things that can be said back then, and can also be said on the phone.

Zhou Yan is used to speaking face to face.

It has been more than a week since Anfernee Hardaway was waived by the Suns.

Recently he has been nesting in a private villa in Phoenix, never going out.

Penny didn't have the habit of drinking, and he never really knew how to relieve his boredom, so he had to sit in front of the steps to watch the sunrise and sunset day after day.

But one day is so long, and there is only one sunrise and sunset.

So he simply turned on the radio and listened to radio dramas from the 1960s.

It makes him forget for a moment that he has been cut and will soon be without the ball.

"." Under the blue sky and white clouds, there is a green pasture. "

"If life can be repeated, I still want to fly in this pasture."

"I really don't want to see my relatives and friends disappointed again."

"Endless sadness is backlogged on my heart."

There was a Northern Irish folk song between the radio dramas, and it was the same song for four or five days in a row. It was actually a dying confession of a cancer patient. Hardaway naturally put himself into the role, and he could already hum along after listening to it for two days sang.

"If Michael Jordan knew that his successor had voluntarily retired to become a singer, he must really hate those media who have hyped up all kinds of non-existent gimmicks."

Only then did Hardaway realize that a Ferrari had driven near his garage.

"If I'm not mistaken, this garage is empty. Since you don't have a car, you might as well open the garage door and let me park in."

"Get out!"

Hadaway saw the figure who needed to be beaten from a distance, and he spoke mercilessly.

"I don't care where you are from, if you don't want to be caught and beat up or go to the police station for a meal, then get out!!"

The engine roared and smoke flew up.

Zhou Yan kicked the accelerator and almost smashed the Ferrari into Hardaway's face.

"I see you are really impatient to live!!".