I was determined to be bad, but I went straight to the Basketball Hall of Fame

Chapter 3 decides it's you
Although Min Congda is also a "manager" in the bank, he is only a customer manager.

Account manager, lobby manager, sales manager, and the three most useless managers.

It is not the same as the general manager of the company, nor is it on the same level as the manager of a team with a market value of 3 million US dollars.

But he has never eaten pork and seen pigs running, and the managers of big companies that Min Congda has met are not a hundred, let alone fifty.

Some company managers even have to grovel to Min Congda in order to run out of loans, saying all kinds of good things.

So when he saw the foreign faces in the room staring at him, Min Congda didn't panic and kept calm with a straight face.

He walked into the draft office, stood at the long table without saying a word, and scanned everyone.

The noisy office instantly became quiet.

Everyone was guessing what kind of person the new manager would be.

How could it be a Chinese?Chinese general manager?Incredible.

Not to mention Chinese, in the management of the Clippers, it is difficult to find even a black man.

He also took away the positions of two big men, Olshey and Rosser, who are the most powerful figures on the team.

The new manager took over their seats, and I don't know what kind of shoes to wear.

Now that a real person appears, it is shocking. It feels like a very ordinary wage earner.

But he looked very calm, standing there without saying a word, his face sinking like water.

Time passed by, and he still didn't speak.

The long silence brought a great sense of depression, and the people below began to feel uncomfortable.

Olshey and Rosser glanced at each other, not knowing what kind of medicine this man was selling in his gourd.

It is said that the bearded head of state who is good at making speeches to incite the masses will stand on the stage and keep silent for a long time before giving a speech every time.

Until the audience completely quieted down, began to whisper, anxiously, and slowly turned their attention completely to the speaker.

Only the Führer breaks the silence and begins his insane speech, such is the power of silence.

Could it be that this is a master of speech?

Min Congda is not a master of speech, he is using a strong psychological quality to keep calm.

In my mind, I was frantically flipping through the New Concept English and CET-[-] and CET-[-] Composition Collections I had recited, thinking about how to introduce myself in English?

The silence lasted for a minute, and he finally choked out a self-introduction:
"Hi everyone, my name is Smart-Min..."

He also wanted to say later that he was very happy to meet everyone and hoped to work well together in the future.

As a result, a harsh phone call interrupted his speech.

Olshey finally picked up the receiver, and the anxious voice of the representative of the New York draft team came from the opposite side:

"The draft is about to start in 5 minutes! Don't give orders? My grandma knows who the team is going to draft! If I don't give orders, I'll just write the name!"

The voice on the other side was almost roaring. He was Gary Sachs, the Clippers' director of player personnel.

With a mild personality, he couldn't help being furious. He kept calling 10 minutes before the election, hoping to get a confirmation order, but the phone couldn't get through.

This kind of thing has never happened in the draft meeting. What should I do if I still can't get orders?Yue Zu directly won Griffin on his behalf?
Although everyone knows that the Clippers are going to choose this white monster, the procedural non-compliance may cause Sachs to be punished by the team, and he may lose his job.

Auer responded calmly: "Don't worry about Gary, our new general manager has arrived, just wait for him to give orders."

As he said that, Olshey put down the receiver and said to Min Congda, "Smart, right? Come on, new general manager, you come and give New York an order to select someone."

Min Congda, who was forced to end his self-introduction, looked at the phone receiver on the table, his heart pounding, choosing someone, who should he choose?

He is at a loss now, but he can't ask directly, so he can only say: "Wait, I want to study it."

When Min Congda was working in the bank to deliver customer survey reports to the president, no matter how perfect the writing was, the president would always say "I want to study it".

He will study a der, in fact, just pick a few typos, change the format, say a few innocuous opinions, and then sign.

If the president doesn't study it, how can he look professional and show his power?
Min Congda didn't expect that he would need to do this now.

Rosser, the executive vice president at the side, stood up and said loudly: "What else do we need to study?! The whole world knows who we are going to choose! There is still 5 minutes left, what else can we study! If you don't give an order, Then our draft may be miscarried unprecedentedly, and that will be the biggest joke in NBA history!"

Rosser was very excited, and Balabala said a lot, but Min Congda didn't understand much.

He thought to himself, "Why are you yelling so loudly, I didn't hear what you said clearly."

But Min Congda roughly understood that he should choose some kind of player, and the time was very tight, only 5 minutes.

And this candidate must have been there long ago, all he has to do now is to give an order.

Min Congda said to Ada with a calm face, "Show me the list of candidates."

Ada hurriedly opened the briefcase she carried with her. She was glad that she had prepared for it, and organized the information cards of the popular draft picks in the lottery area into a book and brought it with her.

As an intern, if you don't perform well, you can't stay and work in the Clippers.

Min Congda found a random seat and sat down, looking at the information card in his hand that was made up of forms and photos.

The first is Blake Griffin, with his scouting report and some photos of him playing.

Ada pointed to Griffin's profile and said, "This is our No. [-] pick this year, Blake Griffin from the University of Oklahoma. He is the favorite for the No. [-] pick and an undoubted genius. player."

Min Congda looked at Griffin's information and thought silently: "I don't understand what is written. I have a headache reading English... This is the person they selected. He must be the best and a genius. ? No, you can’t choose him. If you want to be bad, how can you choose such an outstanding talent.”

Looking at Griffin's photo again, Min Congda strengthened his mind.

"Damn, this guy is too strong! This arm is thicker than my legs. But it seems to be a little shorter. It's really strong. This guy can't beat ten on the court. It's too powerful, too powerful."

Griffin passes.

Turning a page back, it was a black player named Hasim Thabeet.

Ida said: "Hashim Thabeet, UConn center, defensive genius, is considered to be the next Dikembe Mutombo."

Min Congda didn't know who Mutombo was. He frowned and looked at it. Anyway, he was another genius. He looked at the photo again.

"Oh my god, so tall? It's too high. You can touch the basket with your tiptoes. This is not good. Basketball is a big man's sport. The taller you are, the better you are. This is the second Yao Ming. You can't choose. select."

Min Congda knew Yao Ming, so Thabeet was also denied.

Min Congda continued to turn backwards, and the third one was James Harden of Arizona State University, another black and strong man, he looked very good at playing basketball, so he still couldn't choose.

After flipping through several pages, Orshe and Roser became impatient, and the urging from New York was frantic, and they were going crazy.

The big guy looked at the new manager frowning and flipping through the scouting reports page by page, shaking his head from time to time. Does he really have any unique insights?

These scouting reports are all public information. The managers and scouts have already gone through them, and there is no doubt about the ownership of the No. [-] pick.

Blake Griffin's talent and strength are unquestionable. Who else can he choose?
Min Congda suddenly stopped turning the pages, his eyes lit up, as if he saw a piece of clothing he liked.

He pointed to the data card and asked, "How is this person?"

Ada took a look and said, "Stephen Curry from Davidson College is a very good guard, but he is a third-year college player, and his age is a bit older."

Min Congda wondered, "What? He's a third-year university student?"

"That's right, he played in the NCAA for three years."

Generally, talented rookies in the NBA only play one year in the NCAA and then directly participate in the draft. They don’t want to waste time in college and enter the professional league early to earn a lot of money and enjoy life.

Min Congda rubbed his chin, thinking: "A third grader in college, why do I think he looks like a third grader in elementary school? Thin and sissy, how did he get mixed up with this group of strong men? This kind of look The strength is not very good, and if he joins the team, the results will definitely be worse. It’s a good decision, it’s you! Primary school student!”

(End of this chapter)