The next game was completely taken over by Li Qiang and his team, and there was no suspense.

"Squeak-" This rookie friendly match came to an end with the referee's whistle, and Li Qiang clapped his hands and prepared to leave the court with a relaxed face.

At this time, Li Qiang noticed that a black man in a suit and leather shoes walked towards him, accompanied by two bodyguards. The man didn't walk fast, but there was a kind of superior momentum on his body, which made the people around him speak quietly.

"Huh? Isn't this Jordan? Li Qiang thought to himself.

"Young man, do you have time to talk?" Jordan was smiling at himself.

Li Qiang had already vaguely guessed what would happen next.

The two walked to the Starbucks café outside the arena and sat down. Jordan took the initiative to ask, "Do you need a translator?" I happen to have a Chinese girl in my player manager's department. ”

"No need." Li Qiang waved his hand. Since his second year of junior high school decided to come to the United States to play in the NBA, Li Qiang has spent some time learning English, especially speaking and listening, every day. Unlike the average student, Li Qiang spends most of his time communicating in English, and does not put much effort into reading and writing. Since Li Qiang went to high school, Li Qiang's father has spent a lot of money to hire a white American as a tutor, and he and Li Qiang have been one-on-one with him for an hour every day to communicate English. Li Qiang's spoken English and listening are naturally improving by leaps and bounds, otherwise he would not have gotten along with those rookie favorites soon.

"Young man, you are very calm, this psychological quality is good." Old Jordan smiled.

"Haha, it's over." Li Qiang laughed.

"I just watched you play, and I think you're amazing. Excuse me, would you like to try out with our team? Michael Jordan asked with a smile, keeping his utmost kindness.

Li Qiang thought that he was coming to the United States to participate in the draft. If you're coming, you're going to have to get the best, get the best pick, or you're sorry for your dream of becoming the greatest player of all time.

"Okay!"

Li Qiang came to Charlotte for a one-day trial, and the elder Jordan was full of praise for Li Qiang's performance. Next, Li Qiang ran a few more teams of his favorites, all of which were wildly praised by the head coach, and they promised to be the first to sign Li Qiang. These teams include the Lakers, Spurs and other established powerhouses, as well as the Raptors with the top pick. However, everyone basically knows that as long as the Raptors' boss and head coach have not been caught in the door, Li Qiang will basically go to the Raptors.

Before the start of the draft, the various operations of each team can be described as turbulent, one after another, and exciting. One moment there was news that the player had been traded to another team, and the next moment there was a bizarre swap between the draft picks and players of several teams.

At this time, a shocking news suddenly broke out, under the advice of Lakers head coach Zen Master Jackson, Lakers owner Buss spared no expense to use a large number of role players and $30 million in his hands to exchange for the first round pick from the Raptors, who lacked gold and silver.

What is the Raptors all about? Are they looking to give up on their team's future? Everyone was aware that there might be a shady deal in the deal, and the Lakers owner's spending of money made his identity even more confusing. Could it be that there is someone behind him?

No one knows the answer, including Li Qiang. However, everyone knows that the old Zen master has picked up a big bargain, as long as his head does not enter the water before the draft, he will choose Li Qiang.

“FUCK！！！” Hearing this, the elder Jordan slammed his fist on the hard mahogany desk. All the staff hid away.

"It's hateful, I didn't expect that old guy to hide so deeply! It seems that the accumulation of my business empire for more than ten years still has no way to fight against those ancient families that have existed for hundreds of years! Old Jordan, who seemed to know something, muttered to himself.

Finally, at the end of June, the annual draft season begins.