Wang Tiejun struggled for two quarters in this game, but he performed well in the first and last quarters, and two reporters came to him for interviews.
"Japanese?"
Among the two reporters, there was a yellow man. He was a vague reporter. This man had interviewed him.
"Yes, Lao K, I interviewed you last time." The Japanese reporter said respectfully.
"Oh, do you broadcast the regular season in Japan?" he asked casually.
"Yes, our TV Tokyo broadcasts six NBA regular season games every week. We started broadcasting in 1978 and the number of broadcasts has been expanding." The reporter introduced.
"Are our Suns games broadcast?" he asked.
"Sorry, Old K, because the broadcast times were set last year and cannot be changed. We did not broadcast the Suns' games. However, because of your reasons, our station has decided to increase the broadcast of the Suns next season." Reporter
replied.
"This is good news. But how many fans do I have in Japan now?" he asked curiously.
The reporter smiled excitedly and said: "Old K, although we have not broadcast the Suns' regular season games, we have been broadcasting the Suns' post-games. Your good performance in the playoffs has already gained a number of fans in the country.
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"Really?"
He was quite happy to hear that there were a group of Japanese fans, but unfortunately, there were no plans to broadcast the game in China.
The reporter asked again: "Old K, have you heard of the Japanese basketball comic 'Slam Dunk'?"
"I've heard of it." He nodded.
The reporter immediately took out a beautiful box from his bag, which was quite big. He handed it over respectfully and said:
"Our TV station has recently received a lot of gifts from your fans. These are some of the letters we selected, as well as a set of 'Slam Dunk' comics sent to you by fans. We hope you can accept them."
He took it and tore off the outer wrapping paper. Inside were several comic strips like comic books and dozens of letters.
In this stadium, after games every night, there were many girls who wanted to climb into his bed, but no one wrote to him or gave him a gift. He casually looked through the trusts and felt a little strange.
At this time, the reporter added: "During the playoff broadcast, we received many calls from your fans. They even thought that you were the prototype of Takenori Akagi in Slam Dunk."
"ah?"
Lao Wang found it funny. He didn't need Takehiko Inoue to arrange it for him. The fans had their own ideas.
After the interview, he returned to the locker room with his teammates and started taking an ice bath again.
It is said that after taking a few baths, he felt pretty good and it was indeed beneficial to his physical recovery, but he was worried that he might develop arthritis as he gets older.
"The Knicks won at home, 101:105, eliminated the Hornets and advanced to the Eastern Conference Finals. But I guess they can't get past the Bulls."
"In the Western Conference Finals, Mosaic lost on the road, 95:120, a big defeat, and now we are two to three behind. If we can win the G6 game back at home, they will have to tie-break, and we will have several days of rest.
time."
After soaking for a while, assistant coach Lewis reported the results of the other two games outside.
At this time, head coach Westphal said: "Everyone is very tired. The team has a holiday these two days. Let's have a good rest at home and don't do other irrelevant things, including things with my wife and girlfriend."
At this point, he raised his voice and shouted: "Old K, did you hear that?"
"I heard that. I don't have a wife or girlfriend. Don't worry. I don't have the habit of using my hands either." Lao Wang quickly replied.
"Haha..." The locker room burst into laughter instantly.
Westphal warned: "Your physical fitness worries me the most. I warn you, even if the most beautiful female star in Hollywood asks you, you have to tighten your belt."
"Tighter hers or mine?" Lao Wang asked quickly.
"Pfft, haha..." The locker room burst into laughter again.
One hour after the game, the press conference began.
There is no media on the eliminated Spurs side, and losers are not noticed, while the Suns side is overcrowded.
"Charles, how does it feel to reach the Western Conference Finals?" a reporter asked.
"Oh, it's just like the feeling before my first date with my wife, very exciting, very exciting." Buckley said with excitement.
"Who do you think is more likely to be the Suns' opponent in the Western Conference Finals, the Sonics or Mosaic?" the reporter asked again.
"It's possible, they are both very strong opponents." Barkley said steadily.
His answer did not satisfy the reporter and was not newsworthy. The reporter who asked the next question immediately turned around and asked Wang Tiejun.
"Old K, congratulations. You are the first rookie in 1992 to reach the finals as a main player in your rookie season."
"Oh, didn't Shaquille O'Neal make it to the finals? What about Alonzo Mourning, was he eliminated too?"
Comrade Lao Wang asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Haha..." The reporters below suddenly laughed.
Sure enough, the reporters were still more satisfied with Lao K’s answer.
The reporter who asked the question immediately asked: "Old K, in the five games of the second round, you averaged 37.6 minutes per game, nearly 10 minutes more than the first round. You made 6 of 11 shots. You took 1.5 fewer shots than in the first round. Your shooting percentage
54.5%, 3 percentage points higher than the first round, 6.4 free throws and 3.8 free throws, with a shooting percentage of 59%.
He scored 15.8 points, 11.8 rebounds, 3.4 assists, 1 steal, 2.6 blocks, 2.6 turnovers and 3.4 fouls. He was the team's fourth scoring point, second only to Barkley, Dan Marley, and Kevin Johnson.
Do you think your current level is a first-rate center, not a second-rate center?"
"Of course I am a first-class center. I am a first-class center who is good at both offense and defense."
Lao Wang said firmly: "Look at my statistics, steals, blocks, assists, points, rebounds, as well as my shooting percentage and number of free throws. Which second-rate center in the league can do these?"
His words did not arouse the objections of the reporters below. After all, this data is there. Except for the scoring difference, every other data has reached the level of a first-class center.
"But why do so many people say your defense is not good?" the reporter asked.
"I understand this. They are asking me to be a super center. This is an incentive for me. I will work harder and thank them for their recognition." He said with a smile.
At this time, the host turned over the cards of an ABC TV reporter, and the reporter still asked him a question, asking: "Old K, which team do you want to be your opponent in the Western Conference Finals?"
Someone asked Barkley this question just now, but the fat man didn't say it, but now it was asked to him again. He didn't hesitate and said immediately: "This is not a question of whether I am willing or not. The Mosaic team played too softly and finally killed
Only the Sonics will advance to the Western Conference Finals.
Charles once said to me that none of the three super centers has won a championship so far. I think this is the reason. Their skills are too good and their quality is too good, so they rely on these. The iron-blooded jump shot is so labor-saving.
And it can avoid confrontation, so I keep voting, and the championship is taken away by others."
"Ha ha……"
The reporters below all laughed. Old K was still better, answering questions much more clearly than Barkley.
Buckley kicked Lao Wang hard from below, turned over and cursed in a low voice: "Shut up, Lao K, why are you mentioning me?"
"Old K, you had serious physical problems in the second round, so will you reduce your playing time in the next Western Conference Finals series?" the next reporter asked.
"The coaching staff will consider it. But the Western Conference Finals will start on the 24th. We still have at least 5 days of rest. I believe my physical fitness will be well recovered." he asked.
"Old K, after the second round, the league will announce the winner of the regular season MVP. How much hope do you think Barkley has of winning this honor?" a reporter asked.
"he?"
Glancing at Barkley, the latter tried to remain calm but looked very nervous. He smiled and said: "Based on his record, Charles should be the most promising. I think he should have a chance to win this honor."
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"Who do you think is the most qualified to win the MVP, Barkley or Jordan?" the reporter asked.
"Of course Charles." He said without hesitation.
"Why? Jordan's statistics are better than Barkley's." the reporter asked.
"Because he is my brother, I must and can only support him." He said firmly.
"Thank you, brother!" Buckley said emotionally.
"Damn it, you still gave me a girl. If you don't honor it, I will change my story next time someone asks me." He whispered.
"Poof!"
Dan Mulley and Kevin Johnson were laughing next to them.
Half an hour later, the press conference ended.
Wang Tiejun came to the parking lot and took Zhang Lili's car home instead of taking the team bus. On the way, he received a call from his agent Lance Hoxman.
"Old K, congratulations on your performance tonight."
"Thanks!"
"During the playoffs, your sneaker sales have been very stable. Mammoth now has great confidence in you. This is the best thing for you. Remember, strive to perform brilliantly in the Western Conference Finals. Old K, you
Your performance on the court is what gives me the confidence to talk about endorsements for you. In the past few days, I have talked twice with the five local companies in Phoenix that I wanted you to endorse last time. They are not bad, and the contract amount has been increased a lot.
But it’s not enough, I think it can be higher.”
"Really? That's great!"
After hanging up the phone, he calculated the money in his hand and found that he still had a total of 4 million US dollars. Except for the tax withheld on his salary, other taxes had not yet been paid. The deadline for personal tax filing was April 15th, so there was no rush.
I carefully calculated the taxes to be paid. I have almost spent all the 1.5 million pounds in endorsement fees. I have not paid nearly 700,000 in taxes. Mammoth’s 2.25 million and caa’s 1 million signing fees are set aside for taxes.
I can still
There is about 1.6 million left. After deducting taxes from the team's salary this year, there is still 650,000 left, which is just enough to pay for the heavy tax. Although I still have 4 million in hand, I will probably have about 1.6 million left in the end, at least with taxes.
2.3 million in taxes.
He felt very unhappy when he thought that most of the money in his hands belonged to the US government.
"Why are you so happy about the news?" Zhang Lili asked while driving.
"It's the endorsement contracts with the five local companies last time. If Hawksman renegotiates with them, he should be able to get more money." He said excitedly.
"I'm going to get rich again, I'm envious!" Lao Zhang laughed.
"It's a pity that in addition to paying taxes, I also have to pay you a salary." He said regretfully.
"squeak!"
Lao Zhang's hand shook and the steering wheel slipped. He almost lost control and quickly stepped on it.
"Brother Zhang, what are you doing?" he asked hurriedly.
Lao Zhang glared at him and said angrily: "What do you think, do you still want to prostitute me for free?"
"Haha, just kidding, Brother Zhang, find me a training place in Sijiucheng, and I will train there." He said quickly.
"That's pretty much it."
Lao Zhang cheered and said, "Let me find you a place to train at the university. It's summer vacation during the offseason."
"Okay." He nodded.
Lao Zhang said: "When I return to China this time, I plan to buy a house first."
"Aren't you a local? You don't have a house in Sijiu City?" he asked in surprise.
"I had no money at all when I was playing ball. After I got married, I lived in a house assigned by my work unit. Now I am a pauper. I don't have any money or a house. The housing prices in these forty-nine cities are rising every year. These days
I made a little money from you in a month, which is enough for a house." Lao Zhang said with a smile.
"This time I have to train in Sijiucheng when I go back. It seems that I have to buy a house for convenience. Brother Zhang, what is the current house price?"
"I've made inquiries. Within the third ring road, it's more than two thousand per square meter. A house can be bought for more than two hundred thousand, which is about thirty thousand dollars."
"Okay, you go back and ask me about it, and I'll buy a set. No, my two sisters also need to prepare a set for them. Let's buy three sets first, the bigger one."
"Okay, I'll arrange your training when you get back, and then we'll do this."
“Do housing prices in the Forty-Nine Cities increase every year?”
"Yes, we should open it again. We have made great progress in recent years, and the price of commercial housing has risen sharply. In 1983, do you know how much the house price was per square meter?"
"How many?"
"Sixty or seventy yuan per flat."
"Lie down!"
"But at that time, the per capita salary was only a few dozen yuan. In total, one and a half months' salary was enough to buy one square meter. Now, it is only four to five hundred yuan per square meter. It has increased several times!"
"How many times has it increased?"
Lao Wang, who likes money, has an idea. The money in his hand is useless, why not buy more houses?
"Tie Jun, what do you think of the commentator's job? I actually like this job and have done it before," Zhang Liang said.
"You want to change careers?" he asked in surprise.
"If you have such intention, let's see the opportunity." Zhang Li said with a smile.
He had long thought about changing careers, because next to Wang Tiejun, his job was not a trainer at all, but a handyman. The formulation of all training content of Wang Tiejun had nothing to do with him, which hit him hard and made him very disappointed.
Of course, by following Wang Tiejun, you can make money, but I was embarrassed, so I came up with the idea of changing careers.
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After returning home, unable to sleep for the time being, Wang Tiejun opened a letter from a Japanese fan.
"What is this written about?"
At first glance, it's all in Japanese. I can understand a lot of the characters, but there are a lot of square characters, but I can't understand them when they are connected.
I folded a few more letters, but the same thing happened, but in one letter, there was actually a photo of a girl, wearing a white shirt and a miniskirt.
"Hey, do all Japanese girls wear such cool clothes?"
Pulling, pulling, pulling, he opened all the letters and took out some photos.
"I am eight, what kind of photos did you send me as a man?"
There was actually a photo of a feminine man among them. The charming look in his eyes made him shudder, and he quickly tore it out and threw it into the trash can.
After thinking about it, he still felt a little disgusted, so he picked it out again and ran to the kitchen to burn it.
He lay back on the bed and flipped through the Slam Dunk comic book again. Unfortunately, it was still in Japanese, which made him lose interest and threw it aside.
