Henson stood on the road, completely frozen. This so-called data analysis module may not be as simple as he imagined that he could only view various data from players.

The power of this thing was completely beyond Henson's expectations. After a burst of electronic prompts, several options suddenly appeared in front of Henson's eyes. He looked at it, and the things written on these options were very good.

Medal: Outstanding Employee Level 1: Increase the trust of the team owner and president by 10%.

Talk: Hometown Discount: Convince local players to accept offers from their hometown teams

Medal: Valentine's Level 1: Increases local fan popularity by 10%

These three options appeared in front of Henson's eyes out of thin air, and his body trembled uncontrollably. In the past 24 hours, too many incredible things have happened, and he keeps telling himself in his heart, steady, must be steady!

Looking at the current situation, you should choose a reward by yourself, and then you can trigger the corresponding effect of the reward. Henson shook his head and blinked hard. He thought he was hallucinating because he was too tired, but when he opened his eyes again, the three options still lingered in front of him.

Henson swallowed, then chose the first reward, Outstanding Employee Level 1. After making the choice, the electronic voice in Henson's head said "Congratulations on getting a new medal", and the options in front of him disappeared, and then the surroundings returned to calm, no different from normal times.

And just like that, nothing happened. Henson doesn't know the current Larry. Bird had become more trusting of himself, but he was sure that he had something terrible in his head. It seems that as long as you achieve certain achievements yourself, you can unlock rewards! If these rewards are really useful, they will have a huge impact on Henson's work!

A cool breeze blew, and Henson couldn't help but wrap his coat tightly. It was a very cold month in Indianapolis in January, and whether Henson wanted to accept what had just happened, he didn't want to dwell on it anymore. He couldn't possibly know if Bird trusted him more, so there was no point in dwelling on whether those rewards were effective or not.

He planned to go home first and get some rest, and sleep beautifully. Maybe the next day, Henson will find out that all this is nothing more than an unrealistic dream.

Storo Avenue, where Henson lives, is just a modest residential area in the Arpian district on the west bank of the White River. A two-story duplex house with a small garden, which is common in the United States, and that's it.

The house is not small for Henson, after all, he used to live in a small share house in China. However, this kind of house is not big in the United States. On top of that, the house is very cheap to rent and it's only a 20 minute drive to the Consec Arena.

Curious, Henson wandered around "his" house and noticed that everything in the house was in order. Moreover, every piece of furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if no one had ever lived in it. The house has a fridge and a kitchen, but the trash cans are full of takeaway packaging.

But when Henson walked into his bedroom, it was a different story.

In Henson's bedroom, the walls are plastered with all sorts of player stats. The desk in the room was a mess, and there was a pile of A4 paper densely covered with very complex calculations. There were even a few pieces of paper, which had been scattered to the floor.

Henson's few clothes were scattered on the bed, and when he opened the closet door, it was empty.

It seems that the former Henson should have been a workaholic. At least for mathematics, he is extremely enthusiastic. This guy should be used to locking himself in his room to work as soon as he gets home, so the outside is tidy as if no one has ever lived. And apart from work, he barely communicates, because Henson's phone doesn't have anyone's arc number stored on his phone except for those at work.

Henson is simply an out-and-out workaholic, unemotional, completely unrelievable and stubborn...... It is a miracle that such a guy can live to be nearly thirty years old!

Henson didn't want to live like this, and he didn't want to go back to the life he had before he traveled back in time. So from today onwards, let me recreate our lives, hapless Henson. Joe, hapless Joe Hansen.

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After a night's sleep in a messy bed, Henson was woken up by the "ticking" sound of heavy rain outside the window. It was the most comfortable sleep Henson had since crossing over to the United States.

At this time, it was early in the morning outside, and there were not many pedestrians because it was raining. Unlike China, which is full of hustle and bustle, residential areas in the United States tend to be very empty. In fact, it is not only the residential area, except for those few lively places, almost all the streets can be described as empty.

Henson opened the door to find the newsboy on the floor with the day's latest newspaper. He bent down to pick it up and saw that the headline on the front page was the news of yesterday's Pacers loss.

Indian-Presspolis has always been a city with a strong sports atmosphere, especially basketball! Here, every move of the Pacers is a matter of great concern to everyone.

Henson read the newspaper as he flushed the fridge with milk and bread. One of the benefits of being a scout is that you don't have to report to the team every day. When the team needs you, they'll naturally contact you.

And Larry. Bird and the Pacers' coaching staff weren't so lucky. During the season, they have few days off to speak of.

"I heard Percytic say it yesterday, Bird. You mean, let the scouts dock directly with you? And skipping the coaching staff? At this time, inside Bird's office, Jim. O'Brien, the current Pacers coach, was in Bird's office asking about something.

Bird had a newspaper in his hand, identical to the one Henson had gotten, The Indianapolis Post. Hearing O'Brien talking to him, Bird, who had his back combed, raised his eyes and glanced at his manager.

"Any questions?" He asked, his tone still unquestionable.

"Of course, it's your team, Bird, you have the final say. But if I can't get a scouting report, how do I know what kind of player I need? "O'Brien has his hands open, and neither the head coach nor the president wants his rights to be curtailed.

"Of course you'll be able to get a scouting report, man. You're the manager of the team and we have to listen to your advice. The difference now is that Henson reports directly to me, and I report the scouts to you, and I take care of it myself. I knew there was someone in the squad who wanted Henson to go, and I did it just to be fair. And I also hope to be able to check the draft in person. Bird continued to read the newspaper, and he did not name Percy by name. Last night, Pritchard gave an account of the grievances between the coaching staff and Henson. There were only a few people on the team, and Bird quickly figured things out.

"Bird, I can guarantee that Percy has no ill will towards Henson!" Posey has always been O'Brien's man and a member of his coaching team, so it's definitely up to his rights.

"I think so too, I just want to make sure you're doing your job. That scout's job is to give me scouting reports, and you, and your coaching staff, O'Brien. Your job is to lead the team to the playoffs. ”

This is not the first time that Bird has taken a tough stance against O'Brien, and hearing this, O'Brien also knows that his conversation with Bird is in moderation.

"I see, Bird. Don't worry, I won't let you down! O'Brien walked away with a displeased face, and when the president began to interfere with the work of the coaching staff, everyone on the coaching staff had to be on their toes.

After closing the door, only Bird and Pritchard were left in the office.

"Bird, you're going to start a drastic makeover?" Pritchard was a little worried, and it was not a wise decision to move the coaching staff as soon as he took over. After all, the team is slowly improving, and what is needed is stability and harmony.

"I've got my own measure, don't worry about that for now, man. Call Henson for me to call him over, I have a new job to give him. Bird put down the newspaper and picked up the ticket in his hand.

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Henson woke up and hadn't finished his milk, so he hurriedly called Carter and asked him to take him to the arena.

Bird's guy is definitely an extremely efficient person, and there is no room for procrastination in anything. But is it because the 10% trust really works?

Henson didn't think any more about it, and he walked straight to Bird's office. During this time, Henson was once again used as a cleaner by a security guard. It wasn't until he took out his work permit that the security guard finally let him through.

Knocking on Bird's door, Henson didn't have time to sit down when the tall, strong man handed over a plane ticket.

"You're leaving Indianapolis tonight, and your ticket is ready, and you'll be met when you get there. Hansbro, do you know each other? It's that North Carolina super insider! He's got a game to play tomorrow at the University of California, Berkeley, and your job is to see if this big white guy is the guy we're looking for. Don't mess me up because I don't like things being messed up. "Bird didn't talk to Henson, he explained things clearly by dividing them by two, and that's his style.

Henson took the ticket that had been prepared a long time ago and looked at it, the plane at half past six in the afternoon, straight to San Francisco.

Henson hadn't even gotten acquainted with his home before he was leaving. It seems that working under Bird may be quite busy.