() "Jinglingling~jinglingling~"

Gan Guoyang was awakened by the sound of the phone. He tried hard to get up to answer the phone, but found that he was lying on the bed and couldn't move at all.

"Jingle bell~"

"Clyde! Clyde!" Gan Guoyang shouted Drexler's name, but no one responded.

Gan Guoyang struggled to get up from the bed. He felt that every muscle in his body was split, and then someone squeezed a lot of lemon juice into it, which made him sore all over.

When he struggled to pick up the phone, he heard Falke's anxious voice, "Gan, are you still in the hotel? What time is it now? The contract is to be signed tonight, sign the contract!"

Only then did Gan Guoyang remember that today he was going to fly back to Portland to sign a sneaker contract, and then returned to the Trail Blazers on the way to prepare for the team's training.

He looked at the clock and saw that it was past the time for the plane to take off.

"Damn it, I fell asleep!"

It was only an afternoon of training yesterday, but Gan Guoyang, who had practiced for two months, was exhausted. When he and Drexler returned to the hotel like dead dogs at night, Gan Guoyang almost fell asleep at the door.

To make matters worse, when he was lying on the bed, Gan Guoyang realized that there was no pain anywhere in his body. This kind of pain tortured him until midnight.

Naturally, he overslept this sleep and missed the plane to Portland at noon.

Gan Guoyang endured the discomfort all over his body, and woke up Drexler who was sleeping in the next room. He was also entangled by Cooper yesterday, and he was a little wobbly when driving at night.

"It's no wonder the Lakers have been able to reach the Finals three times in four years. The gap can be seen from training." Drexler said with emotion yesterday.

"Yeah, I also somewhat understand why the Lakers can win the championship because they play offensive basketball, because their opponents are exhausted by them." , The Lakers' show-time can be invincible.

After getting up and packing up, the two hurriedly took a taxi to the airport and rebooked their tickets.

Even so, when they got on the plane, night had already fallen in Los Angeles, and by the time they got to Portland, it would probably be late at night.

On the plane, Gan Guoyang had another good night's sleep, and when he arrived in Portland, Gan Guoyang's spirit and body finally recovered.

After arriving at Portland Airport, Gan Guoyang was greeted by Falk with his cold and serious expression.

"Sorry Mr. Falk, yesterday..."

"Needless to say Gan, come with me, Nike's high-level executives are waiting for you." Falk said directly without listening to Gan Guoyang's explanation.

"However, it's very late now, and I still feel very tired. I..."

"Listen Gan! As a professional player, you must have the credibility of a professional player. If you sign the contract today, it is today!" Falk was rarely angry.

Gan Guoyang stopped talking for a while, he knew that modern society is very concerned about credibility, and for those business people, time is money.

He is also a professional player now. Since he handed over his business affairs to Falk, he should follow his arrangements, at least he should be punctual.

In this way, Drexler and Gan Guoyang bid farewell first, and Gan Guoyang went to the signing place in Falk's car.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Falk, which company do you think I want to sign a contract with? I didn't catch it just now." Gan Guoyang suddenly remembered the company Falk and he mentioned.

"It's Nike, Nike, not just you, but another player under me is also here, you must have heard of him." Falk said the name "Nike".

Gan Guoyang's mind is a little confused now, Nike, this will be the world's largest basketball shoe manufacturer in the future, and it will be a giant in sports equipment.

Although now, Nike is only a shoe factory in Oregon that occupies a place in the US market, and there are many giants such as Converse, Adidas, and Reebok on his head.

It's just that on this night, the fate of Nike will be completely changed because of two contracts.

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"Gan, how was the contract signing last night?"

"Well, I met Robert Strasser, Phil Knight, Dinko Hatfield, Jack George, Bit Muller and Howard White... well I know you don't know all of them, But I remembered their names, and that was the most meaningful thing I did when I signed the contract. I had no idea what they were talking about."

"Oh, then you at least know how much contract they gave you?"

"Three years, 15 million."

"15 in three years? Oh my god, [-] a year? That's a lot of money. You're still a rookie. It's really enviable."

"It's not 15 for three years, but 15 per year, and 45 for three years."

After Gan Guoyang finished speaking, he had already changed in the locker room, left the stunned Drexler, and left the locker room, ready to start training in the arena.

"If I told him that the contract was originally a five-year contract and I asked him to change it to three years, I don't know what expression Clyde would have." Gan Guoyang secretly thought in his heart.

Last night's signing made Gan Guoyang one head and two big. He didn't expect that signing a sneaker contract would be more troublesome than signing an NBA contract. The two sides started a war of words over various details.

Of course, all of this is done by Falk. All Gan Guoyang can do is to keep all the business cards of Nike's top management in his mind so that he can recognize everyone.

In the end, with the efforts of Falk, Nike decided to give Gan Guoyang a five-year contract of 75 yuan. Falke mentioned the idea of ​​the Chinese market during the negotiations, which became the last bargaining chip for Nike to make up its mind.

But when Gan Guoyang decided to sign the contract, he decided to only sign a three-year contract, which made it difficult for Falk to understand, and the boss of Nike wondered if this guy's brain was broken.

"I think after three years, I will definitely pay more than this price." This is Gan Guoyang's explanation. In the end, Nike also accepted Gan Guoyang's contract modification proposal. In fact, three years is exactly what they like.

For this reason, Falke often complained to Gan Guoyang, but Gan Guoyang kept silent, showing a confident look.

Gan Guoyang was very satisfied with the contract. His only regret was that he could not meet another spokesperson. He had already signed the contract and left before Gan Guoyang came.

"Hi Gan, I heard that you were taught a hard lesson in Palm Springs the day before yesterday, wasn't it?" When he came to the training ground, Coach Ramsey, who hadn't seen him for a month, used such a sentence to "welcome" Gan Guoyang.

Gan Guoyang was taken aback after hearing this, and immediately thought that there should be a connection between NBA coaches, so he said with a smile: "That's right, his chest was pressed against my fist, and my hand still hurts."

Gan Guoyang's words were full of sarcasm, and Ramsey was used to this guy's behavior, even daring to hit McAdoo, this kid will definitely be a ruthless character in the future.

At this moment, other players of the Trail Blazers also arrived one after another. After changing their clothes in the locker room, they came to the court to assemble. This was the first training session for the Trail Blazers team before the new season.

It's just that compared with the previous season, the Blazers have changed a lot. Half of the players have changed to new faces, so this training camp has become a good opportunity for the players to get acquainted with each other.

"Okay guys, you're not kids in school anymore, you're all professional players with big contracts, we're not going to do self-introduction stuff. I believe we'll get to know each other better in practice Yes, and the boss will come to see our training in the afternoon, and those of us who work part-time should work harder, it’s not easy to earn a living.”

Ramsey's words made all the new and old players present laugh. Some players who are not very familiar with Ramsey even thought that the old man must be a good and humorous guy.

But after an hour, the Blazers' players couldn't laugh, let alone think Ramsey was a good guy.

Because Ramsey arranged physical training for the players in the morning, and it was an extremely intensive physical exercise. He repeatedly ran back and forth and ran around the field, torturing a few players who had just finished their holidays to death.

However, Gan Guoyang and Drexler seem relatively relaxed. Their training has lasted for two months, and this amount of practice is not a big problem for them.

Ramsey watched the performance of the two men from the sidelines and knew that they must not be lazy in September.

"Hurry up, hurry up! How can you play in the NBA at this speed? The team didn't exchange you to let you cheer on the sidelines, run, run!" Ramsey reprimanded the court like a slave owner on the sidelines every player on the

He doesn't care who is a big name and who is a role player, he always treats them equally and scolds them whenever he needs to.

When the two-hour workout was over, the five rookies looked all right, while the other seven veterans, all but Drexler, were a bit tired.

But after all, they are all professional players. It is impossible for this level of physical training to exhaust their energy. There are other training programs next.

After the physical training, Ramsey arranged free throw practice for the players, so that everyone could adjust and recover some strength standing on the free throw line.

"Bah!" "Bah!" "Bah!"

The sound of the basketball hitting the basket three times in a row, Gan Guoyang stood at the free throw line and looked at his hand and shook his head helplessly.

"Gan, the bricks you threw at the free throw line today can almost build you a house in Portland!" said Ramsey on the side.

In later generations of China, people often refer to missing a shot as "strike the iron," while in the United States, "throwing bricks" is used to express a missed shot.

Ramsey said that Gan Guoyang's throw can build a house, which shows that Gan Guoyang's free throw is really bad enough.

"I don't know what's going on, I've tried to change my posture, but the timing doesn't work; I used to be fine with free throws in college, but I think my hand feels even worse now." Gan Guoyang made a free throw In fact, it has always been good, but today his hand feeling is particularly bad.

So he repeatedly changed his shooting shape, and the results could only get worse and worse.

"Try again!" Ramsay passed the ball to Gan Guoyang, asking him to do it again.

Gan Guoyang took a deep breath and pressed the basketball in his hand hard. He didn't want to become a center like O'Neal who fell to the free throw line in the future.

And his talent value also determines that his free throws will not be bad, but all of this requires his own continuous efforts.

Gan Guoyang bends his knees, raises his hand, holds the ball with his left hand and lifts it with his right hand. At the same time, his right elbow expands outward. After reaching the highest point, his wrist exerts force.

"Boom!" The ball hit Lan Neck, the arc of the ball was too flat, and the shot was too stiff.

"Damn it, it seems that big hands are not a good thing." Gan Guoyang attributed the stiffness of the shot to too big hands.

Excessively large hands will indeed affect the feeling of the shot, because the fingers are too long, so that the power point is not concentrated, and the ball will be unstable when the ball is shot.

"Who told you that you can't shoot well with big hands?" At this time, a teammate next to him suddenly said.

Gan Guoyang turned his head and saw that it was a white player in the team. He bent down and easily grabbed a basketball with one hand, stood one step inside the three-point line, swung his arm, and the ball drew an arc and went straight to the basket.

"Shua!" The ball scored, a beautiful long shot.

"Not everyone is Julius Erving, and not everyone has a bad shot," the player said after making the shot.

The guy wears No. 55, a center number, but he should be a small forward given his size.

"Kiki, if you teach this kid how to shoot, I don't want him to be with Clyde all day long, and finally become like Clyde who can't shoot." Ramsey said.

Drexler on the side looked a little unswerving after hearing Ramsay's words.

"No problem, if he is willing to treat me to dinner at noon, of course, if his shooting percentage can reach half of mine, then I will be willing to treat him to dinner." Kiki said indifferently, as if he had already won.

Hearing this, Gan Guoyang certainly wouldn't back down. He didn't believe that his open shooting percentage would be less than half of the opponent's. No matter how degraded his shooting ability was, it wouldn't be so bad.

"Okay, then let's compete. It just so happens that I can recover my touch." Gan Guoyang said without hesitation.

However, halfway through this small contest, Gan Guoyang felt that he was almost doomed.

The rule of the game is that Vandeweghe will shoot a ball anywhere, and Gan Guoyang will follow up and shoot a ball in the same place.

Then Gan Guoyang discovered that although this guy was not good at shooting three-pointers like many players at the time, he almost hit every shot when he stepped in from the three-point line.

Well, in the competition with Gan Guoyang, he hit every shot, from the bottom line to the top of the arc and then to the bottom line, a total of 15 shots were thrown and 15 goals were scored.

And Gan Guoyang only scored 7 goals, one short of a 50.00% shooting rate.

"Okay boy, I'll leave the lunch to you."

"Okay, but I want to have another match after the training. Fifteen goals are really too few." Gan Guoyang was not reconciled.

"Okay, but if you can't win me all the time, you have to keep buying me lunch. My request should also be increased to 70.00%, reaching my 70.00%."

"No, what 70.00%, I want to surpass you in an all-round way, not missing a single ball."

"It's a deal, I hope you won't regret it."

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