Office of the Assistant General Manager of the Spurs.

The phone in front of Scott Redden was beating wildly.

He put down the pen in his hand and connected the phone, and immediately heard a thunderous question from the other side, "Scott, what are you doing with your draft work?!" ”

The tone of this hyperthyroidist, so bad that it was so bad that it was quite familiar.

Scott Raidon's whole hair stood on end, "Coach Greg, you ......"

"What am I, look at the mailbox by myself, I'll be in your office in ten minutes, and I'll fix you bastard!"

Popovich hung up with a thud, followed by a busy tone.

Scott Reden's scalp was a little chilly, he didn't know what was going on, but he just smelled something dangerous.

So I hurriedly clicked on the mailbox to see what the situation was......

Ten minutes is ten minutes, Popovich stared at two lantern-like eyes, pushed open the door and strode in, directly propped his hands on the table, angrily, and looked down at the assistant in front of him condescendingly, "Tell me, why don't you choose him!" Why?! ”

"Are you blind or are you in a bad head?!"

Popovich's poisonous tongue trait begins to shine.

The aura of the king overlord crushed Lei Deng's eyes were dull and full of cowardice.

Although the white-haired old man in front of him is just a head coach, this head coach is different from the head coaches of other teams in the league.

This is a head coach who is even more awesome than the general manager, and for the Spurs, Popovich is an icon, a totem of the team.

He's just a newcomer, and he doesn't dare to take a breath.

"Buford will be here soon, and I need you to give us a reasonable explanation then!"

Bobo scolded and sat on the sofa next to him, crossed his legs, and the old god closed his eyes on the ground.

Compared with Lei Deng, who sat up straight and stiffened, it formed a strong contrast.

Moments later, a white Sven man with glasses walked in.

"What happened?"

He listened to Popovich's emotions on the phone, so he didn't dare to slack off.

"You ask him."

Bobo reached out and pointed, continuing to close his eyes.

Redden blushed and told the story a little aggrieved, "It's just these videos, and then Mr. Coach asked me why I didn't choose this player." ”

"I'll see."

Buford leaned over and watched it carefully, then suddenly straightened up and looked at Redden, "Why isn't this player on the draft list you submitted?" ”

As the team's general manager, he has been mainly busy with signing and transferring this offseason, focusing on how to bewitch those famous stars, so he doesn't care too much about the draft.

Originally, the two picks in Spurs' hands this year were not high, the highest was No. 28 and the lowest was No. 58.

And it's a draft year again......

"I ......"

Seeing the general manager's reaction in the same way, Raidon said hesitantly, "This player's agent came to ask me to interview him before, but during the interview, I thought this player was too conceited and had a very serious injury history, so I passed him." ”

"Huh."

Popovich, who had been listening to the nonsense of the two people without saying a word, suddenly opened his eyes slightly and let out a sneer, "It seems that the draft tasks in the next few years will have to be personally asked by my old bones!" Otherwise, if something like this happens this year, you won't be angry with me! ”

Bobo, who was still as cold as a great god before, suddenly turned into an hyperthyroidist again, got up with a flushed face and rage, and stepped in front of Raiden with a few vigorous steps, and a pair of angry eyes glared at the latter's hair.

"Where is this player now?" Buford asked in a deep voice.

"I asked, and he didn't make the cut." Popovich took a deep breath, "There are already a lot of teams that have sent him training camp contracts at the moment. ”

"Then we'll send it too!" Buford immediately made a decision.

"What's the hair, are you a big-headed ghost? Do you do things one by one without using your brain?! ”

Popovich angrily scolded the two juniors with a look of disgust.

In an instant, even Buford, the NBA gold medal manager, was speechless and choked.

For the stinky temper of this respected old-timer, they all felt that they couldn't cry or laugh, but they were extremely respectful.

"What do you mean?" Buford asked, apprehensively.

Popovich rolled his eyes at him with a stupid look, "Do you still need me to say that?" Think about it, so many teams give training camp contracts, do you dare to make sure this guy will definitely pick us? ”

"Let him come to San Antonio and do a comprehensive medical check-up, as long as he is sure that there are no injuries......"

"We give the official contract directly!"

"Aha?"

Buford blinked.

Redden almost fell headlong.

Popovich saw that the two of them who were stunned were glaring with hatred, "A basic salary to dig a treasure, do you still think it's a loss?!" ”

"Okay, you guys don't care, prepare the contract, I'll call him personally right away."

Popovich slapped the board vigorously.

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Meanwhile.

At Deng Hongfei's home in Seattle.

It's been two days since the end of the draft.

In the past two days, he has received invitations to training camps from two or three more clubs.

Deng Hongfei has basically made his choice, and the Green Shirts should be his best destination.

It's just that his father, Deng Zhilong, is in the spirit of shopping around, letting his son continue to wait for a while to see if there is a better choice.

Sure enough, Popovich's phone call ushered in a new world for Deng Hongfei.

The world-famous coach expressed his sincere sincerity on the phone, making Deng Hongfei feel that he was really needed for the first time, and it seemed like a great gift to give a training camp contract like a handout to major teams.

On the phone, Popovich explained to him why the Spurs didn't choose him and solemnly apologized.

These words were known to have been hanging up for a long time, and they seemed to be echoing in Deng Hongfei's ears with rolling thunder.

He told his parents and girlfriend the good news as soon as possible.

Chen Linna and Deng Zhilong glanced at each other and hugged each other excitedly.

Especially Chen Linna, she was ecstatic in her demeanor, and she couldn't see that she had objected to her son's basketball career like that......

Shen Yan pursed her lips and gave her boyfriend a thumbs up sincerely.

But a phone call broke the peace.

Shen Yan frowned and pressed the answer button, and his father's voice rang on the other end of the phone, "Xiao Yan, where are you?" ”

"Dad."

Shen Yan looked at Deng Hongfei and them, smiled unnaturally, and then walked to the side by himself, "Dad, what are you calling for?" ”

"What? Hmph, I just heard that the Deng kid was defeated, I talked to him so much last time, is he still playing that wrecking ball? I've said it all, he's never going to get into that NBA! You told him to stop dreaming! ”

"If you continue to daydream like this, you two must break it!"

"What is it like to be idle all day long, not doing business!"