genius point guard

Chapter 336 Professional Gambler
In the open-air bar on the top floor of the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas, Chen Mo sat in a corner with Michael Jordan.

"What a beautiful light!" Chen Mo gently picked up the cocktail and took a sip.

The blue-purple wine, the crystal wine glass, and the flowing neon lights on the outside of the rooftop made Chen Mo a little intoxicated by the city.

Chen Mo has been to Las Vegas twice, but at that time he came to participate in the summer league. With his future uncertain, he was not in the mood, and he did not have the conditions to come to this kind of place to enjoy the night view here.

"The draft will be on the 25th. I didn't expect you to be in the mood to come here." Chen Mo said.

"We only have the No. 25 pick in the first round. What good players can be selected with this pick." Jordan said lazily leaning on the recliner.

"There are many good players in the low draft." Chen Mo said: "For example, me."

"Haha!" Jordan laughed: "I will come to Las Vegas for a few days before the draft every year."

"If you win money, it means that you are lucky. You may be able to select good players in the draft. When I signed you, I happened to be winning money back from Las Vegas." Jordan said: "If you lose money Just think of it as saving character, maybe it will have miraculous effects."

Chen Mo was a little ashamed of Master Qiao's draft logic.No wonder Jordan's draft vision has been criticized by others. He chooses people according to his feelings!

"By the way, what do you suggest?" Jordan asked.

Chen Mo said: "Although many people have postponed their draft plans because of the lockout, I think there are really many good players this year. For example, Kawhi Leonard, Klay Thompson, Jimmy Butler, Tristan - Thompson, Kyrie Irving, these are great players!"

"Of course, in terms of suitability for us, I think Tristan Thompson may be very good. But if someone can be selected in our draft, I think maybe Jimmy Butler can, and there is another one named Isaiah. A small guard in Thomas, maybe a solution. I don't think he's drafted well."

Chen Mo said a lot, and Jordan listened to everything he heard, but he didn't seem to care about it very much. Master Qiao has his own draft logic.And he thought that he knew more about the rookies of this year than Chen Mo, and he didn't like the few people Chen Mo mentioned.What he likes is Kemba Walker, that type of player.

"Let's talk about yourself!" Jordan said: "5 million in 1000 years, plus player bonuses, we can talk about it separately, what do you think?"

"Have you talked to David (Falke) first?" Chen Mo asked.

Jordan ignored Chen Mo, and Chen Mo continued: "I want to know how many people we can keep this year. Is Gerald Wallace going to jump out of the contract?"

"Gerald Wallace wants the max, the greedy guy," Jordan yelled.

"That means he probably won't stay?" Chen Mo said.

"Yes." Jordan took a sip of his wine, apparently saying that he was in a bad mood when he said this question.

"Then I suggest that we take Jimmy Butler in the draft. He may be able to replace Gerald Wallace. Of course, I just said that casually, for reference only." Chen Mo said.

"Okay! Talk about your own contract! I think we should have a good chat." Jordan said.

Chen Mo picked up the glass and took a sip, then slowly put down the glass and said, "I also want to know if Stephen is in the team's plan for next season."

Jordan's hand holding the wine glass paused obviously, then he shook his head and said, "Judging from his current situation, even if he can come back, it is absolutely impossible to return to the previous state. If he can only be used as a fixed-point shooting player Pitcher, there are a lot of people who can replace him. When he has two knee injuries of this size, it's fatal to his lateral movement. And what lateral movement means to a defensive player, you should very clear."

"I'm willing to cut my salary, and then you have to include Stephen in the team's plan." Chen Mo said seriously.

Jordan frowned, and said in a bit of boredom: "Impossible! What is given to you is for you, and what is given to him is for him. I don't have the habit of leaving a waste in the team."

"Without him, our G2 would have lost. Besides, Stephen is not a waste." Chen Mo was a little angry.

"Even if G2 loses, we can still win the championship." Jordan said lightly.

Chen Mo's face was very gloomy, Michael Jordan's paranoia and pride made him a little hard to understand.

This is what Sloan said at the time. Chen Mo's paranoia and pride are different from those of Michael Jordan and Kobe Bryant.

Chen Mo's pride is hidden in his bones and does not hurt others.And the pride and paranoia in the bones of these two people are released, and they will cause harm to those around them.

Chen Mo felt a little bored, he didn't even drink the rest of the wine, and left the bar directly.

On the other side, Jordan also seemed very angry. He lit a cigar for himself and took a deep breath.

"I made it clear to David (Falke), you will not receive an invitation from any team." Jordan seemed confident.

Chen Mo felt a little depressed. He originally thought it was a very simple matter, but he didn't expect to encounter such a huge resistance from Jordan.

While Chen Mo was wandering around the Venetian Hotel, in a villa in the suburbs of the Chinese capital, two middle-aged men were sitting opposite each other. The room was filled with the fragrance of tea. The tea they were drinking looked very good. .

"Mr. Hui, your son is now checking in at the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas." A man dressed as a butler walked in and said to the two middle-aged people.

"I see." The man called Mr. Hui nodded, picked up the top-quality Tianmu glaze teacup on the table, and took a sip of tea.

The man dressed as a housekeeper told some more about Chen Mo's situation in Las Vegas, then withdrew and left.

If Chen Mo were here, he would definitely recognize that the middle-aged man named Mr. Hui was his father, Chen Hui.

The man sitting across from Chen Hui who looked a bit like his father was called Chen Huang, who was Chen Mo's uncle and Chen Hui's elder brother.

Chen Huang poured tea for both of them from the cup of justice, and said with a smile: "There is still half a month until our bet comes to fruition, and I have already found someone to check all the shares of the companies he invested in. Including the money he earned from the endorsement contract, it is barely worth 5000 million US dollars. My son's company is now worth 7500 million US dollars. There is still a gap of at least 2500 million, why should your son make up for it?"

"His performance in the NBA this season is worth 3000 million, but he only signed a basic salary contract! Haha!" Chen Mo looked a little proud.

"Don't worry! Xiaomo is in Las Vegas now!" Chen Hui said lightly.

"He went to Las Vegas for fun, do you think he was there to discuss a project?" Chen Huang said.

"That's a gambling city." Chen Hui said.

Chen Hui laughed and said, "Do you think he can win more than 2500 million in Las Vegas? You have been in Las Vegas for so long, and you don't know where it is?"

Chen Hui's face remained flat, neither sad nor happy, the water vapor rose around the cup in front of him, he gently picked up the teacup, sniffed the tea fragrance, and said: "Anything is possible! "

He slowly drank the tea in the cup, held up the Tianmu glaze Jianzhan and said: "Just like this teacup, maybe the kiln changed when it was fired, and it turned into Yaobian Tianmu glaze! No In the end, how do you know the result?"

"Okay, let's wait until July 7st, when you pick him up." Chen Huang said.

At this time, there was an angry shout outside the door.

"Chen Hui, get out, when will you bring my grandson back?" The old man rushed in full of anger, accompanied by two guards behind him, pointed at Chen Hui's nose and cursed: "You The boy got out for 20 years and came back by himself, when will you bring me back my grandson?"

"When you two were young, you had to compete against each other. Now that you are so old, what's the point of being stronger than any other son? Let me tell you, quickly bring my grandson back. Now say My grandson is a hero, a man who conquered the West in peaceful times. Do you think I want to see you? You hurry up and bring my grandson back to me."

In the past few years, this old man often appeared in the news broadcast. He was Chen Mo's grandfather.

Chen Hui picked up a cup from the tea tray next to him, washed and ironed it, poured tea, and said, "I'll pick him up on July 7st, don't worry! Come and have a cup of tea."

"I'm not in the mood to drink tea with you here. If I don't see my grandson on July 7st, I'll tear down your house." The old man turned around and left after speaking.

"Second brother, 2500 million US dollars in half a month, it's impossible, time is too tight. Hurry up and bring Xiaomo back! Otherwise, the old man will really demolish your house when he comes next time. I admit, your son is very Excellent." Chen Huang smiled.

"You don't need to admit it, he is excellent. In addition, the most important thing is that he is better than your son, at least he doesn't need to rely on the shadow of his ancestors." Chen Hui said.

Chen Huang said: "Have you started to find reasons for failure?"

"Successful people don't need a reason." Chen Hui said.

"Then wait until July 7st! I won't be with you anymore, bye." Chen Huang left with a smile.

Naturally, Chen Mo would not know about his father's disappearance and the reason why he made money, it was only because of the bet and rivalry between his father and uncle.

Chen Mo wandered around in the luxuriously decorated Venetian Hotel, and his mood improved a lot. He wandered around like a horse watching flowers, and was attracted by the casino at the bottom.

The gambling items here are so complicated and varied that Chen Mo felt a little dizzy looking at them.In fact, what Chen Mo was really interested in was not the gambling projects, but the gamblers.

"No wonder Las Vegas makes people crazy." Chen Mo secretly said: "These people are crazy! If they win, where will the casino operators make money?"

In a casino, almost 100% of people lose money, and 1% of people who win money will probably lose in the end.Chen Mo observed for a while and came to the conclusion that out of [-] people, if one person wins and leaves in the end, it is considered good.

There was one person who attracted Chen Mo's interest. This person was also a gambler, but his demeanor was different from ordinary people.

This is a middle-aged Asian, with messy hair, or slutty.With a frivolous smile on his face all the time, betting seemed casual, but Chen Mo noticed that he basically won 10 out of 6 bets.That said, he basically wins money all the time.

Chen Mo became interested, so he called the waiter to exchange $1 in chips, and immediately he started betting with that person.

In an hour, the 1 chips in his hand became 1.6.In one hour, he doubled his bet by 1.6 times.

But then, he started to lose money, losing money ten times in a row.Chen Mo could tell from the change in the man's expression that he had found himself.

"Brother, stop betting and go back if you win! Gambling is not for you." The man suddenly walked up to Chen Mo and said.

"You seem to keep winning again." Chen Mo said.

"How can I win all the time! Didn't I lose just now?"

"you do this delibrately."

"Seeing you following me all the time, my mentality is messed up, how can I still win! It's really unlucky to meet you today, call it a day, call it a day! Let's have a drink together?"

"Okay!"

Seeing Chen Mo, the man directly pressed the elevator on the top floor, and said, "The bar on the top floor is very expensive! Then you have to pay for it!"

Chen Mo nodded indifferently.

"You are chinese?"

After the two ordered, Chen Mo looked at the man and asked.

"Yes, you are also Chinese?"

"Yes!" Chen Mo switched to Chinese and began to communicate with him.

"It looks like you are a rich second generation from the mainland. I warn you, don't touch gambling. It's not a good thing, it will kill you."

"Then I think you seem to be a frequent visitor to the casino?"

"I'm different, I have no choice. If I don't gamble, I'll starve to death." The man said, "You have food and drink, don't gamble if you have nothing to do, it's no good."

"You don't know me?" Chen Mo looked at the man with interest.

Now in the United States, there are not many people who don't know Chen Mo.When he was hanging out in the hotel before, he had already been asked for autographs and group photos several times. Only when he went to the casino, the gamblers there were all jealous, so naturally no one noticed him.But the person in front of him, after chatting with him for more than ten minutes, still looked like a stranger, Chen Mo realized that this person really didn't know him.

"Why do I need to know you! Who are you?" The man took a sip from the wine glass, and then sighed, "The cocktails on the top floor are really good, but it's too expensive."

Chen Mo smiled and shook his head. After he was used to being known by others, suddenly someone didn't know him, which really made him feel a little uncomfortable, and even made him feel a little embarrassed.He coughed, and then changed the topic, "I haven't asked your name yet."

"My name is Hua Xiaoou. Everyone in Las Vegas knows me." Hua Xiaoou said, "You don't come to Las Vegas often."

"My name is Chen Mo, and it's my first time here to play." Chen Mo smiled.

(End of this chapter)