Chapter 3 It's decided that it's you

Although Min Congda is also a "manager" in the bank, he is just an account 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, and it is not the same as the team manager with a market value of US$300 million.

But I have never eaten pork and seen pig run. Min Congda has never met a large company manager and said less than fifty.

In order to get a loan, some company managers even have to whisper to Min Congda and say all the good things.

So seeing the foreign faces in this room staring at him, Min Congda was not panicked and maintained calmness with a stern face.

He walked into the talent show office, stood at the long table without saying a word, and glanced at everyone.

The office, which was originally a little turbulent, suddenly became quiet.

Everyone was speculating before about what kind of person the new manager was.

How could he be a Chinese? The Chinese general manager? Incredible.

Everyone looked at the new manager frowning and flirting pages of scout reports, and shook his head from time to time. Could it be that he really has any unique insights?

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

Aida said: "Hasim Tabit, the UConn center and defensive genius, is considered the next Mutombo."

He was confused now, but he couldn't ask directly, so he had to say, "Wait, I want to study it."

Looking at Griffin's photos, Min Congda strengthened his thoughts.

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

Roser, the vice president of executives, heard this, stood up and shouted: "What else do you need to study?! The whole world knows who we want to choose! There are still five minutes left, and what else can we study! If you don't give orders, then our signing may have an unprecedented miscarriage, which will be the biggest joke in NBA history!"

"The draft will start in five minutes! Don't you give orders yet? My grandma knows who the team is going to choose! If I don't give orders, I will just write my name!"

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

I was frantically flirting with the new concept English that I had recited, and the CET-4 and CET-6 composition book. Think about how to introduce myself in English?

He can study a der, but in fact he just picks a few typos, changes the format, says a few irrelevant opinions, and then signs.

And this candidate must have been available for a long time, and now all he has to do is to give a command.

The voice from the opposite side almost roared, he was Gary Sax, the Clippers' player and personnel director.

Such things have never happened in the draft. What if I can't get instructions? Take Griffin directly after interfering in the matter?

Although everyone knows that the Clippers are going to choose this White Warcraft, the non-compliance in procedures may cause Saxophone to be punished by the team, and they may lose their jobs.

These scout reports are all public information. Managers and scouts have long been ruined and have no doubt about the ownership of the No. 1 pick.

Min Congda, who was forced to end his self-introduction, looked at the phone receiver on the table and felt aroused in his heart. Choose who to choose?

Orl responded calmly: "Don't worry, our new general manager has arrived, just wait for him to give the order."

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

Min Congda is not a master of speech. He is using his strong psychological qualities to keep calm.

Ada pointed to Griffin's information and said: "This is our first pick this year, Blake Griffin of the University of Oklahoma, who is the biggest favorite and undoubtedly a talented player in the No. 1 pick."

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

The talent and strength shown by Blake Griffin is unquestionable. Who else can you choose without choosing him?

Min Congda suddenly stopped turning the page, and his eyes lit up, as if he saw a piece of clothing he liked.

But Min Congda roughly understood that he should choose a player. Time is very tight, only five minutes.

Now that real people appear, it is surprising and I feel like a very ordinary worker.

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

Ada quickly opened the briefcase she carried with her. She was glad that she was prepared and put the information cards of popular talent shows in the lottery area into a book and brought them with her.

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

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

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

Could it be that this is a master of speech?

Orchessey and Rose looked at each other, not knowing what this person is selling.

Griffin pass.

He has always been gentle in character and can't help but get furious. He kept calling twenty minutes after the election, hoping to get confirmation instructions, but the phone could not be reached.

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

He also took away the positions of two big bosses Orches and Roser, who are the most powerful figures in the team.

Ada glanced and said, "Stephen Curry from Davidson College is a very good defender, but he is a third-year college player and is a little older."

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

He thought to himself, "Why are you yelling so loudly? I haven't heard what Jun said clearly."

It is said that the bearded head of state who is good at speaking and inciting the masses will stand on the stage and maintain a long silence before the speech.

"Damn, this guy is too strong! His arms are thicker than my legs. But it seems a little shorter. It's so strong. Not one of them plays ten on the court. It's so amazing, so amazing."

"Oh my god, it's so high? It's too high. You can touch the basket by tiptoeing, and this is not OK. Basketball is a big sport. The taller you are, the better. This is the second Yao Ming, you can't choose, you can't choose."

If the president doesn’t study it, how can he appear to be professional and how can he show his power?

Min Congda didn't expect that he needed to do this now.

Min Congda, who looked calm, said to Aida: "Show me the list of candidates."

As he said that, Orchessie put down the receiver and said to Min Congda: "Is Smart? Come on, the new general manager, come and give instructions to New York to ask them to choose people."

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

Time passed by minute by minute, but he still didn't speak.

After turning several pages, Orchessey and Rosser were impatient, and they were urging in New York, and they were about to go crazy.

The new manager took office and snatched their seats. I wonder what kind of shoes to wear.

When Min Congda was working in the business, he would say, "I want to study it." No matter how perfectly he wrote it, he would say, "I want to study it."

The silence lasted for a minute, and he finally introduced himself:

"Hello everyone, my name is Smart Min..."

Orches finally picked up the receiver, and the anxious voice of the representatives of the New York Draft Working Group came across from him:

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

Only when the head of state would break the silence and start his crazy speech, this is the power of silence.

Min Congda looked at Griffin's information and thought silently: "I don't understand it very much. What do I write? I have a headache when I read English... This is the person they chose, and he must be the best, or a genius? No, I can't choose him. If I have to show off, how can I choose such an excellent talent?"

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

Until the audience calmed down completely, began to whisper, worried, and slowly focused their attention on the speaker.

Min Congdaqi said: "What? He is from the third year of college?"

"Yes, he played the NCAA for three years."

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

Min Congda touched his chin and thought to himself: "I am in the third grade of college. Why do I think he looks like he is in the third grade of elementary school? He is thin and beautiful, how can he get into this group of strong men? This kind of strength is not very good at seeing. With him joining the team, his grades will definitely be worse. It's yours! Elementary school student!"

(End of this chapter)
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