NBA Backer King

   Chapter 187 FMVP Ballots

   At this time, David Stern had come to the scene with an envelope in his hand. This is the result of the FMVP selection, he has not seen it yet.

  Looking at the envelope in Stern's hand, Barkley was eager to see.

   Now that the championship is in hand, the pursuit of FMVP has become his biggest expectation.

   Achieve MVP and championship in one season, as well as FMVP, which is a symbol of a historical superstar.

   "Charles, it's yours." Patting Barkley's shoulder in front, Pharaoh, who was standing in the back, comforted.

   Turning his head and looking up at Pharaoh, Buckley said with emotion: "Brother, we rely on luck. If it's yours, I congratulate you."

   "Then I'm welcome." Old Wang suddenly laughed.

  Buckley rolled his eyes, old K, don't you know how to be polite, you little bastard?

   David Stern opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper.

   bang bang bang…

  Buckley's heart beat faster.

   In the front of the wives not far away, his wife Maureen also folded her hands and prayed for him.

   "Will there be a change?" John Hanks said excitedly in the ABC live booth.

   "Generally not." Bill Walton shook his head and smiled.

  David Stern glanced at the name on the letter, smiled, beckoned to look at everyone present, and finally his eyes fell on Barkley's face.

  Buckley's heart rate jumped from 150 to 200 in an instant, and he was about to crash.

   "Congratulations, Charles Barkley," said Stern.

"yeah!"

  Barkley screamed wildly, and the audience burst into warm applause.

   "Congratulations, brother."

  Pharaoh and others also sent their congratulations.

   "Congratulations, dear."

"Thanks, dear."

   Maureen hurried up to give hugs and kisses.

   "Hello, Wang."

   At this time, Stern smiled and took the initiative to extend his hand to Wang Tiejun.

   "Hello, Mr. Stern." Wang Tiejun laughed.

   "Young man, you had a good performance in your rookie season, and I hope you can play better in the future." Stern laughed.

   "I will." Old Wang nodded quickly.

   "You know, you got two votes in the FMVP selection just now." Stern suddenly laughed.

   Old Wang was startled, there are still people who choose me?

   As far as he knows, a total of 9 reporters participated in the selection, plus the reporters of the two teams, there are 11 people in total, he got two, so Barkley is nine?

   "Michael Jordan got four too," Stern said at the end before leaving.

   Pharaoh stays for a while, doesn't it mean that Barkley only has one more than Jordan? How dangerous! If Jordan is the loser, what face will the Suns have?

   Next is the presentation of the championship trophy and the FMVP trophy. Colangelo raised the championship trophy. The entire American West Arena, the entire Phoenix, and even the entire Arizona, suddenly boiled.

After the   Song Award, the Suns continued to stay at the scene to celebrate the championship with the fans, and the fans stayed for a long time.

  Pharaoh was surrounded by a large group of passionate beauties, including some beautiful starlets and models. The reporters could not squeeze in, but it did not prevent them from squeezing in and out.

  Lance Hawksman and Roman Weeks stood outside, the Suns won the championship, and Wang Tiejun once again played a super performance of 33+15+9 quasi-triple-double, both of them were very excited.

   Lao Wang got a lot of small notes and promised to call them, so he was able to deal with a group of women.

   "Old K, do you want me to help you? I can arrange a hotel room for you and prepare everything." Hawksman laughed.

   "OK, you pick, I want the most beautiful and the best figure." Pharaoh shoved a large amount of notes to the agent.

   "I promise, if you are not satisfied here, I will also pick you from Hollywood, where there are a lot of small stars and small models who need exposure opportunities." Hoxman laughed.

   "Old K, Mammoth is going to sell your sneakers in Japan and increase a publicity budget." Weeks said with a smile.

   "Make money from Little Japan? I like it." Lao Wang said with a smile.

   "But you need to go to Japan."

  Weeks said this, and added: "Don't worry, old K, I will give you a lot of money. I have already discussed with Lance."

   "Old K, the attendance fee is $300,000, and there are countless Japanese beauties waiting for you there. They have been captured by you and are waiting for your rescue." Hawksman whispered.

   "Then we must go. It is my duty to save them." Old Wang, who was a little reluctant, immediately said solemnly.

   "Haha..." The three of them laughed.

   "By the way, what other jobs do I have in the US? Lance, didn't you tell me to talk to me about a sponsorship contract?" he asked again.

   "Old K, Lance, I'll say goodbye first, see you in a few days," Weeks said at this time.

After sending away Weeks, Lance Hoxman said: "Old K, don't worry, we CAA have nothing else, but we have more than half of Hollywood's big stars and well-known directors, and there are more than a thousand all over the world. Brand companies have close cooperation with us. As long as you perform well enough, there will be no shortage of resources for sponsorship and endorsement, and some brands will be willing to endorse you.

   Now I am negotiating no less than ten sponsorship endorsement contracts. Although I can’t get top-level and first-class resources, there are also a lot of second- and third-tier brands, and even quasi-first-tier brands are possible.

   In addition, the contracts that Mr. Colangelo gave you last time, the sponsorship contracts of several local companies in Phoenix have been negotiating.

Originally, these contracts were negotiated, but your performance in the playoffs was amazing, you won the championship again, and your performance in the finals was a superstar, so it needs to be discussed again, so old K, you have to Take some time.

But I promise, it will be worth it. The new contract will definitely be much higher than the old one, and it will be done quickly. You only need to stay in the United States for half a month. By then, you can at least get a total of more than 1,000 from these companies. million dollar contract. "

"that would be great!"

   What Pharaoh is most satisfied with joining CAA is that he can make money. CAA has great resources in this regard. If he were to sign a normal NBA economic man, even a top agent would not be able to find so many sponsorships for him like CAA.

   "Also, the second trial of your two lawsuits will arrive in two days. This is the last time. We are already winning. Have you figured out how to celebrate?" Hoxman laughed.

   "I'll throw a party and open a case of Champagne," he said happily.

   "OK, I'll prepare the party for you." Hoxman laughed.

   At this time, the celebration on the scene ended, Wang Tiejun and other fans who bid farewell to the players returned to the locker room.

   "Lying X, my legs are going to cramp."

   I was too excited just now, but as soon as I sat down in the locker room and just relaxed, the muscles of Wang Tiejun's calf kept jumping.

   "Come and lie down."

   Aaron Nelson hurried him over and started massaging him.

   "Bang bang bang..."

   At this moment, a series of bottle opening sounds sounded like gunshots. He turned around and saw that a group of guys had already opened a prepared case of Champagne and sprayed everywhere.

   "Fuck me!"

   In the blink of an eye, he saw that Barkley and the others were all coming towards him. He was lying on the massage bed and couldn't even run. He was sprayed thoroughly and his bottoms were soaked.

   Colangelo and other management and coaching staff came in at this time, and they were also sprayed with a face all over their heads, but everyone had only an involuntary smile on their faces.

   "Sir, how much can we get alone in the playoffs?" After the madness, Pharaoh asked the most concerned question.

   Colangelo shook his head helplessly and smiled: "Old K, each of you can get at least $250,000."

   "Oh, that's great!" The crowd roared excitedly.

  Especially a few marginal and role players with a minimum salary contract of hundreds of thousands are happier than winning a championship.

   Next, after everyone took a bath, they collectively participated in the post-match press conference, which was an hour later than usual, and it was already early morning.

   But there was not a single one of the media, whether it was the Bulls or the Suns, the news hall was crowded, and the front two rows were full of tripod cameras.

   "Sir Barkley, congratulations, you won the MVP, the championship, and the FMVP three honors in one season. So do you think this is the most glorious time of your life?" The first reporter asked.

  Buckley's face was full of laughter, and he stammered: "Thank you, yes, haha, well, you're right, thank you all, I feel like my career is complete, yes..."

"Old K, the last free throw, I'm talking about the second free throw, when we were still one point behind and we could tie the free throw, did you hit the basket on purpose? You want to bet Do you?" a reporter asked.

   Old Wang nodded without hesitation: "You're right, that's what I did."

   "But what if it doesn't work? I don't think the head coach Westphal would set up such a dangerous tactic, right?" The reporter asked.

"No, the coach wants overtime, but you should know my free throws. Pippen said at the time that according to my free throw probability, I can't make the second free throw. Yes, I think so too, I made the second free throw. The probability of the second time is not high enough, so I did that, isn't there a seventh game anyway?" Pharaoh said after taking a look at Westphal.

   "Coach Westphal, do you agree with Old K's approach?" The reporter asked again.

   "Of course, we won, and whoever won won't be blamed." Westphal laughed.

   He was really startled at the time, but after a second, he was completely overwhelmed by ecstasy. There was no time to make him angry. Now that he has won the championship, he will not be angry anymore.

   "Charles, you didn't talk to Old K at the time, but your rebounding action was a beat faster than the others. How did you communicate?" the reporter asked.

  Barkley said proudly: "It's very simple, old K did that once in G4, have you forgotten?"

"Oh!"

  The media reporters immediately sounded the scene of the G4 battle.

  The Suns didn’t talk about it, it was peaceful, the Bulls were cold as hell, and Jordan didn’t even attend the press conference at all.

"Coach Phil Jackson, that last foul ruined our victory, ruined our upcoming three-peat and dynasty. So, is it a specially arranged foul tactic to make K's free throws?" A reporter from Chicago Sports News said coldly. voice asked.

Phil Jackson sighed in his heart. The most crucial moment of the tactical success is God. If it fails, it is like this. He was mentally prepared and said: "Yes, I know you will say that this is the key reason for our loss, but It was really a foul play that I arranged."

   "Is it because Old K's free throw is not good, so this tactic is arranged?" The reporter asked.

  Phil Jackson nodded heavily, knowing that the reporter would have more embarrassing questions to follow.

   Sure enough, the reporter immediately asked again: "If I remember correctly, in the G4 battle, old K once did that.

What I'm saying is, he hit the rim on purpose, last time he grabbed the offensive rebound himself, then made a shot and fouled Pippen, and this time...I want to know, you Forgot about that free throw? Why give him a chance? "

  Phil Jackson had a feeling that his head was about to explode. At that time, he was also very nervous, and he had to arrange tactics to ensure victory. He really forgot.

But now he can't admit this mistake, he hesitated, spread his left hand, pinched the temples on both sides with his thumb and middle finger, put it down, pulled the microphone in front of him, organized the language and said, "Of course I didn't forget , but you know it's just luck, our guys are closer to the rebound, we're more likely to get the rebound."

   The reporter sneered: "But our people don't seem to be ready for rebounds at all."

  Phil Jackson sighed again in his heart and spread his hands, indicating that he had nothing to say.

   "He just forgot, or else he would definitely tell our people to prepare for Old K to steal the plane."

   "I think so too. It was his dereliction of duty that wasted Michael's good performance. He lost our three-peat and our dynasty."

   "He's as incompetent as Jerry Krause."

   The reporters in Chicago were talking.

   At this time, Jordan had already boarded a private jet, accompanied by his agent David Frank, and flew to Las Vegas.

After the    press conference, the Suns collectively went to the nightclub they had decided to celebrate all night, and then the next day was a city-wide celebration in Phoenix, which would last for three days.

   Following the crowd to the destination, looking at the splendid nightclub, Wang Tiejun looked around, feeling very novel.

   He has never been to this kind of occasion before. After a season with the Suns, every day it is either training or games, and there is not enough rest time. How can there be time to spend energy here?

   There were no other guests in the nightclub. The Suns had already booked the venue. When they arrived, the nightclub management staff, dozens of waiters, and dozens of the most coquettish beauties were waiting for them.

   "Gentlemen, this is your world now," Colangelo exclaimed.

   "Oh hoo!"

  The crowd screamed in excitement.

   "Old K, how do you feel?" Barkley, who was hugging from left to right, asked with a smile after taking a sip of the wine fed to him by the beauty.

   "I have a feeling that I'm falling into decay. But, I have to admit, this feels good, it's just right for me." Lao Wang, who also hugged from side to side, said with a smile.

   "Haha..." The crowd burst into laughter.

   "Old K, come one?"

  Kevin Johnson opened a box of cigars and asked with his head tilted.

   "I don't smoke, and I don't want to smoke, it will affect my lung function." Lao K said honestly.

   "Don't be afraid, this thing doesn't need to be inhaled into the lungs. It has the least nicotine in cigarettes, and it's just for coercion. I'll bake one for you."

  Kevin Johnson lit the alcohol lamp, cut off the cap, and then began to burn the **** of the cigarette. The movement was very skilled. He did not smoke cigarettes, only cigars.

   "Don't have to inhale? Then I'll try."

  Pharaoh's interest came immediately. He had to admit that it felt good to pretend to be forced. He liked it very much, and especially envied Kevin Johnson's cigar-biting style.

  Kevin Johnson finished the cigar at this time, motioning for Pharaoh to light it himself.

  Pharaoh stretched out his hand to take the cigar and approached the alcohol lamp.

Kevin Johnson said on the side: "You don't need to touch the flame. When the cigarette foot is black and glowing, you don't inhale first, blow it out twice, and blow the miscellaneous air out, and then you will feel a very mellow smoke. Get into your mouth and just feel the aroma.”

Lao Wang did as he did. When the cigarette legs were roasted brightly, he raised his head and blew it twice, then tried to take a sip. It felt a little dense, and it was more laborious than smoking. Sure enough, there was a very mellow smoke wrapped in it. In his mouth, the aroma is very strong, which is completely different from ordinary cigarettes.

   "This is a cigar from Cuba, and the quality is good." Kevin Johnson picked up another cigar, and next to Barkley, they also picked up a cigar.

   "It feels good. Before returning to China, I have to prepare something, which is higher than the paper leaves my dad smoked." Pharaoh, who was puffing up the clouds, said with a smile.

   "Cough, I rely on, cough..."

   But soon, he couldn't take it anymore, and he almost choked to death with a dozen or two big men breathing clouds together.

   Next, everyone put out the cigars and started drinking. This is the topic of tonight.

   The next day, Comrade Pharaoh opened his eyes, the environment was a little dark and not dazzling, but a pain in his head made him close his eyes again.

   This feeling is very familiar, the feeling after a hangover, he drank too much last night, and killed several people of Barkley and Kevin Johnson alone, and finally fell down.

With a move of   , his left elbow touched a mass of soft meat, he squeezed it, it felt very good, is it?

   Turned around and saw a blond hair scattered outside the quilt. Pushing back the quilt, a beautiful woman with nothing on her body was sleeping soundly.

He rolled over and got up, threw the quilt under the bed, and looked at the beauty's face with his big hands. He seemed to have an impression, not the girls in the nightclub. He should have seen them in the arena last night. star? But pretty enough, a little prettier and younger than Roberts should be.

   Maybe Hawksman called for him? Whatever, let's enjoy it first, and he pounced on it.

   (end of this chapter)