Chapter 1: What Happened?

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27 June 2003

Madison Square Square is filled with lights and hustle and bustle at the moment, and this year's draft is coming to an end as the names of one lucky winner after another are read out.

The bustling reporters are quite satisfied with their gains, after all, this kind of opportunity to take the news while lying down is not many times a year.

The camera returned to the stage, and after getting the Mavericks draft envelope, Xiao Hua, then the executive vice president of the NBA, slowly opened it, looked at the name on the envelope and smiled.

"In the 2003 NBA Draft, the 28th pick in the second round, the Dallas Mavericks chose Xue Yuyang, from the Chinese CBA Xiangjiang Flying Dragons."

Mo Wen in front of the screen shook his head and said It's a pity, it seems that his little butterfly has not changed much history, and this draft that made a lot of chicken feathers later still happened.

There is still the last Pistons team left in the second round of the draft to make a choice, but Mo Wen is in no mood to continue watching, the Pistons are not short of small forwards, they only picked up a talented Argentine small forward who played in Serie A in the first round of 25, and there is also the "Little Prince" Prince who played well in the playoffs last year.

His defeat was almost foregone.

turned off the TV, Mo Wenchang let out a sigh, if nothing else, he would most likely take the legendary "Waste Firewood Counterattack Stream", and "Defy the Heavens" as an unsuccessful inferior horse.

Don't ask him why he is so confident, ask is hanging.

In the scouting report, Mo Wen averaged 9.3 points, 4 rebounds, and 3.2 assists per game during his college years.

The advantage is that he has good static talent, a height of 198, an arm span of 210, an active defense, relatively accurate free throws, and a certain ability to catch and shoot.

The disadvantage is poor athletic talent, lack of independent offensive ability, and average confrontation ability.

In general, the evaluation is not too bad, but compared with the "NCAA Garnett" Bosh, who averaged 18 points and 9.7 boards per game on the same team, Mo Wenxingguang is more than a little bit worse.

Coupled with the team's stop in the round of 32 in March Madness, Mo Wen's performance in a few games has not been commendable.

He's outside the 70th on the draft prediction list, and most of the scouts' opinions are at the end of the second round or missing. The unsuccessful buffs are stacked.

When I woke up Goldfinger, I thought I could eat a big fat man in one go, and I happily hired an agent to participate in the draft, but it was too late to find out that I couldn't do whatever I wanted with a plug-in. (NCAA players are barred from returning to the league after hiring an agent, though that rule has been lifted in previous years.) )

Mo Wen picked up the basketball on the shelf, turned it upside down, and put it down.

In last night's dungeon, he was abused by the relatively young "Jazz Second Elder" mixed with small actions, and he could still feel the pain when he came out of the dungeon, so he didn't practice today, and went to the gym to practice elbows.

Playing under the "old version" of the rules of the last century, you don't talk about your skills first, and you really can't do it without a little effort in your hands.

Why was Abdul-Jabbar able to mix well in that era, and he was still in his 40s, because this old man studied under Bruce Lee!

Before going out, he took his Nokia N-gage, which looked like a Kamen Superman transformer, but he didn't notice that there was 5% of the battery left.

In this era, you can't afford to look at the problem of looking at the mobile phone when you have nothing to do, and the expensive 3G network fee and the ancient LCD screen are difficult for people to rely on the current mobile phone.

Mo Wen went out in a dashing manner, and in Madison Garden, New York, a middle-aged black man also made up his mind.

"Are you sure you want to pick him, Joe, we're not short of people in the number three position?" The assistant next to him didn't understand.

"The Argentine we drafted in the first round just called and said he might not be able to come this year, Mike Sr. threw it to the Raptors, Collis couldn't defend well, Prince played well in the playoffs before, but we can't expect a sophomore to defend all season, can we?"

Joe Dumas, then the general manager of the Pistons, tapped his finger on the table, looking a little helpless.

Michael Curry, the original Pistons starter at the No. 3 position, was Dumas's old teammate when he was a player, although the data is not obvious, and he has been "5+1+1" all year round, but the defense is definitely at the expert level.

After Dumas retired and turned Pistons manager, Michael Curry took over as the captain of the Pistons and has been a reliable forward for the team.

It's a pity that in the playoffs last season, the 35-year-old Michael showed his old age and pulled his hips.

Although Prince, a first-year youngster, was forced to take over the baton, he didn't resist much, but his performance was obviously better, and the most important thing was that Prince was still on a rookie contract, which was cheap! So the boss gave instructions, and Michael Curry, who had an annual salary of 3 million, was sent away by him.

As for the previous No. 3 substitute, the team's sixth man, Corris Williams, this brother is the opposite of Michael Curry, he is good offensive efficiency, but defensive efficiency is insufficient. It's wonderful to look at the stats alone, but the defense is completely inadequate.

Of course, the problem of the Pistons is not only the small forward, but the Pistons' interior line is also short of people, so even if Milicic Dumas is selected, he is still hesitant to choose the Greek big man who looks a little fat to gamble, or choose the Asian small forward who has a solid free throw shot and good defense.

"Forget it, it's just a final sign, and Larry is going crazy if you have to pick too many players to develop." Jo Dumas pinched his brow and made a decision.

After getting the Pistons draft envelope, Stern returned to the stage again, and in front of the spotlight, Stern once again showed a satisfied smile.

"The 29th pick in the second round of the 2003 NBA Draft, the Detroit Pistons chose to—"

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Passing by the Coca-Cola headquarters building after the gym, Mo Wen subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, all kinds of temptations in this decadent capitalist country are really everywhere.

The city of Atlanta is the home base of Coca-Cola, and Coca-Cola's headquarters building is right next door to the Georgia Institute of Technology where Mo Wen is located.

Originally, the Coca-Cola headquarters building was not open to ordinary tourists, but as a neighbor, Georgia Tech, one of the three major polytechnics in a beautiful country, is obviously still a little face-saving.

As long as you have a Georgia Tech student ID, you can enter and exit after registration, and of course it is limited to the reception area, exhibition area, and snow area on the first to third floors.

In the exhibition area, there are not only new varieties of drinks to taste, but the most important thing is that Coke is also all-you-can-drink, free of charge!

It's a paradise for fat houses!

Mo Wen clenched his fist and released it again, he didn't have the presumptuous capital yet.

Sometimes he really misses the days when ordinary people could do it casually, a bottle of fat house water for five yuan, half of the money to buy water for the supermarket, and half of the money for the dentist to fill the teeth.

Crossing and hanging is not the capital to do whatever he wants, on the contrary, he is not only deprived of the right to sleep by the plug-in, but now he has to hesitate for a long time if he wants to take a whole bite of sweetness.

dragged his tired body back to the dormitory and charged the "transformer" that had turned into bricks.

Immediately after that, the resurrected mobile phone continued to send out text message prompts.

Hey, what's going on?

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