"Also, what number of jerseys are you going to wear in the new season, and they are about to be ordered!" Seeing that Zhou Yan had already turned around, Chu Qingyuan hurriedly said.

Picking numbers is a big deal. Special numbers have a special meaning. Not only can you give yourself some positive psychological hints, but also convey a certain message, of course, there are also people who believe in luck. (The "God of Basketball" Jordan admired his brother who wore the No. 45 jersey and always thought that he would be satisfied if he could have half of his brother, so he chose 45 and half of 23, which eventually became the symbol and flag of the NBA.) Many people choose No. 23 because they like Jordan, such as the later Little Emperor James, who now wears No. 6 in order to show respect for him. ）

"Hmm!" Zhou Yan put his finger to his chin and thought carefully, the third is his lucky number, and his favorite stars Alan Iverson, "Boss Firty" Francis, Tracy McGrady, Chris Paul, and "Flash" Dwyane Wade all wore the No. 3 jersey, so he had a firm plan in his heart.

"No. 3! I want No. 3! No one in the team chooses No. 3, right?" Zhou Yan was also afraid of crashing, so he could only endure the pain.

Chu Qingyuan was obviously a little surprised: "No. 3? No one chose No. 3! No one in the entire alliance chose No. 3! You don't want to change one?"

"Is there a problem with choosing the number three?" Zhou Yan thought that Oranhe might have some customs, and three had some special meaning, such as Christians don't like the number 13.

"No, no!" Chu Qingyuan shook his head, "Since Daneru, no one has carried forward the No. 3 jersey. It's not like no one has worn it, but it seems to have some kind of spell. All the players who wear the number three jersey can't make a name for themselves. ”

"Daneru, that dual-lineage magician?" Zhou Yan heard the name again, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of character he was.

"That's right! He is the legend and monument of the entire Oranhe basketball! Didn't you choose the No. 3 because of him?" It was not surprising that Chu Qingyuan had such an idea. used to choose No. 3 and even became a trend, but because of the curse of that evil sect, now it has gradually become unpopular and gradually faded out of everyone's sight.

"No!" Zhou Yan denied, "I chose three, just because three days after I was born, my first kiss was gone." ”

Chu Qingyuan's head was full of black lines...... What kind of existence is this? Why don't I understand his world?

Zhou Yan saw that Chu Qing had a different color in the distance, and explained: "At that time, my father had just come back from a business trip, although he had already known that my mother gave birth to a boy, he still couldn't help but be excited, I was a single vein of the fifth generation, so I ruthlessly deprived my first kiss ......"

"Uh......" Chu Qingyuan was speechless, so he had to change the subject, "Since you want to choose No. Three, let's go with No. Three." For every one of your jerseys sold in the future, you will receive a 20% profit. ”

Tang Rui glanced at his boss in surprise, and said secretly in his heart: 20%...... How much does that team have to lose? But quietly.

"How is it only 20%?" Zhou Yan didn't expect Chu Qingyuan to provide him with this benefit, but some people were not greedy enough to swallow elephants.

Chu Qingyuan explained: "It's already good! It's the highest among all the players! You know, 60% of the profits go to the league, and now the team is already fifty-five with you." Other players generally only make up 10 to 15 per cent. ”

"You can be content!" Tang Rui glanced at Zhou Yan and smiled.

Almost all the manpower, material, time, and financial resources for making jerseys are provided by the alliance, that is to say, as long as he sits back and enjoys his achievements, Zhou Yan originally wanted to scare and scare Chu Qingyuan to see if the other party had killed him, but it seemed that he had earned it, so he could only nod with a loss.

Chu Qingyuan smiled helplessly: "So, in order for you to make more money, you have to perform well, only extraordinary performance can attract attention, there is a market, only the jersey can be sold, and your income will also increase." ”

Who is the highest selling jersey in the NBA right now?James?Kobe?Durant?Wade?Anthony?Paul?I don't know, but each of them is the league's top superstar anyway. Of course, there are occasional people's jerseys that sell well in the short term, such as last year's "Lin Crazy" Jeremy Lin, because he played crazy statistics and led the New York Knicks through the storm, and the stock of the New York Knicks also appreciated.

Zhou Yan wants to be the latter? Obviously not! Only top superstars are Zhou Yan's goal! If you want to strive to become the best player, you must insist on incomprehensible diligent training. Zhou Yan knew better than anything else in his heart.

However, the unicorn lizard team's favor for himself made Zhou Yan a little flattered, whether it was at the beginning, he was injured, lost all his magic, his draft market declined for a while, or now, the unique contract and welfare system, including the team owner's gentle attitude towards him, made Zhou Yan scratch his head?

"What is their purpose?Or am I really a genius?!" Zhou Yan was puzzled, and then said slowly: "Uncle Yuan, although my strength is worthy of the name, but you suffer so much, I don't want to go!"

Chu Qingyuan laughed and said, "It's nothing! Just take what you need! I hope this is a win-win situation! Young man, do a good job!"

Zhou Yan nodded and said calmly: "Don't worry, I will make 20% of your profits more than 30% of everyone else's!"

Chu Qingyuan nodded with satisfaction, thinking that he had not seen the wrong person, and said, "I believe in you." Now, let me accompany you to the arena to meet your new teammates and coaches. ”

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Zhou Yan, accompanied by Chu Qingyuan, entered an empty and bright indoor arena.

"What is our goal?!" a gray-haired, pale-faced old man stood in front of a queue, his voice echoing through the arena.

"Bonus!" replied in unison.

"Be louder! I can't hear!" said the old man, clasping his hand to his ear.

"Bonus!" replied in a louder voice than before.

"Very well! If you are ambitious, you can do it!" said the old man with satisfaction.

"Director Zhang!" Chu Qingyuan interrupted, led Zhou Yan towards the old man, and introduced, "This is Zhou Yan! Zhou Yan, this is your coach, Zhang Yu and Zhang Dao!"

"Zhang Yu Zhang Dao?, what a long name...... "alien bruises."

"Young man, very energetic, muscles look good!" Zhang Yu looked at Zhou Yan's body with satisfaction, as if admiring the girl's **.

"Homecoming!"

Zhou Yan slowly ran to Luo Yudi's side, squeezed the others away, and shook Luo Yudi's hand to say hello, but looking at Luo Yudi's disdainful stinky face, he could only retract his hand boredly.

(Ask for a recommendation and collection, give me motivation, Ah Cheng thank you~~~~)

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