"Hey, I'm not questioning you, Morry, just look at the guys you brought." General Manager Bernard King pointed to the list and said, "Two have hidden dangers of old injuries, one is emotionally unstable, and the other is limited in time for inspection. Oh my God, can't you bring a normal person?"

Byron Scott lowered his head and bulged his cheeks. After looking at the physical test data of each person, he then sighed and raised his head to Hanks and said, "I looked through it. The physical test data of these four people is not bad. Come on, Mori, tell me your reasons."

Hanks looked at King and Scott with great confidence and said: "A normal second-round pick is not helpful to us. Look at how we performed last season, it is simply a nightmare. We need instant combat power, which is why I brought these four people. Without the shortcomings in the comments, they may be first-round picks."

Hanks pointed at Scalabrien.

"This guy, in terms of technical ability, is very ordinary, but he is the kind of player our team lacks the most. I have observed him for a long time. He is a very hard-working player. Every day, I mean, he is the first guy to train on the court and the last one to leave. He is not as talented as Stephen Marbury, but he has been working hard and willing to do anything on the court. He told me that not everyone who works hard has talent, but at least diligence is useful."

King and Scott looked at each other, neither of them said anything.

"Isn't this what our team lacks right now?" Hanks asked.

As the head coach, Scott nodded first and expressed his agreement with Hanks.

"Yes, Mori, this guy's spirit is indeed worth learning from our players, but first of all, he needs something more special, at least on the court. Didn't you say that we need to be fighting power." Scott said the three words "on the court" very seriously.

Looking at Scott's wide eyes, Hanks shrugged and said, "Okay, I don't say anything. This guy has a nickname called 'Victory Cigar. According to statistics, all the high school and college games he participated in have a winning rate of about 70%, and he is a veritable team mascot."

Jin slapped the table suddenly.

Hanks and Scott were startled.

"Why didn't you say such important information earlier? Why didn't you say it earlier? This is the player that our team lacks the most."

Scott: "..."

Hanks: "..."

"Well, besides this guy, there is another person I need to explain in particular."

Hanks took Shenton's relevant information from the four.

"Actually, I'm most optimistic about this guy, the shooting guard from the Arizona Wildcats, the guy who hit the finals three-pointer."

"Why is it him? His sample is not sufficient, isn't it possible that there is a big error?" asked Byron Scott.

"Yes, I think the last mascot is good." Kim continued.

Hanks explained: "Yes, the error is very big. It may be worse than the observation I wrote, but in the same way, this guy's strength may not be that. I've watched his game, and he has super long shot ability. You haven't seen it on the spot. His playing style is very inflammatory, he can mobilize the atmosphere on the court, and he has a good defense. Even if he is just an ordinary second-round pick, he is still a 3D player who is very suitable for our lineup."

Scott reviewed Shentong's physical test data again.

"This guy's physical test data is indeed pretty good, and it looks like it has some potential, especially...wow, 24 cm."

Seeing Jin Wei's eyes...

"Please, Bernard, palm, this kid has a big palm."

Jin Yang raised his eyebrows, "It's not small."

Scott quickly changed the subject and said, "Mory, I remember that you were optimistic about Michael Reed in the draft last year."

Hanks did not deny it and replied: "Yes. Although this kid is a little thin and his athletic ability is average, his mid-range shots are very accurate. If the Milwaukee Bucks hadn't taken the lead, we should have taken him."

"But look at the performance of that kid this season, my god, he didn't score a three-pointer, and averaged only 2.2 points per game." Although Reed was not selected, Scott has always paid attention to the guy that the Nets were planning to choose last year, which was also a second-round pick.

"Hey, this is Michael's first season. He only played 6 times. In time, he will not be bad." Hanks said. "Look at Rashad Lewis, this guy is also a second-round pick with long-range shots. The first two seasons seemed a disaster, but this season, he averaged nearly 15 points and 7 rebounds, and had more than 40% of the three-point shooting percentage. He has already secured the starting position of the Seattle Supersonics. What we need is such a player, the players who can really use it, not those who seem to be fine but actually nothing can do."

Hanks is worthy of being a senior scout. Two simple examples have made Scott feel a sense of identity.

"Guys, I still think the 'Victory Cigar' is good." King seemed to be obsessed with the nickname.

Scott said, "Bernard, I think Morrie is right. Look at our team's outside line last year, the two Stephens combined to have less than 30% of the shooting percentage, and it is not as accurate as our own forward players' three-pointers. The team needs a stable outside attack point. I think Morrie is right. Defense + three-pointers are the best patch for our team."

Hanks nodded and looked at Bernard King.

Seeing that Scott and Hanks had reached an agreement, King had nothing to say.

After all, in terms of majors, the general manager is definitely not as good as the head coach, not to mention a senior scout.

"Okay, let's go and see what the four people are doing. Hope you two are right."

......

On the Nets' court, several trainers were taking four players to conduct training and inspection. There were some recorders next to them constantly recording the players' performances, and some analysts kept recording something in their notes.

Under Hanks' leadership, King, Scott and Hanks walked to the Shenton training ground together.

"Hey, Shin, stop," Hanks shouted.

Shentong, who was performing a small step and lifting his leg high in place, immediately stopped.

"This is our team's general manager, Bernard King, this is the head coach, Byron Scott."

"I'm glad to see you."

The three of them made a few polite words.

"Shin, our Morrie admires you very much and thinks you are the best player for our team." Kim said, "I heard that your three-pointers are very good. Can you show us?"

"no problem."

This is Shentong's specialty.

......

In front of a chair, Shentong made a three-pointer projection.

The tall chair did not stop Shentong from feeling at all.

With one ball after another hit, King and Scott slowly opened their mouths.

(°ο°)

Hanks wasn't that surprised.

"How is it?" Scott asked the record staff.

“100 shots, 88 shots.”

Shentong shook his head.

"Maybe it's because I've been too tired recently and my shooting percentage has dropped."

The audience: "..."

Byron Scott, who was a shooting guard, immediately determined the candidate in his heart after observing Shentong's three-point performance.

A sharp sense of smell...

It smells so good...
Chapter completed!