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Chapter 16 The Bull Wants To Dig

At this time, the Magic kicked off and head coach Matt Guokas called a timeout.

"Shaq, please take a rest." After the players came down, he said to O'Neal.

O'Neal sat on the bench panting and touched his undulating chest, feeling as if a tractor had just run over it.

The excitement of just smashing the backboard has completely disappeared, leaving only anger and some confusion.

He didn't expect that he would be dunked by that perverted Chinese coolie today. This was an absolute humiliation for him.

He did not admit that Barkley dunked earlier, but he had no reason to deny this dunk even if he wanted to.

In fact, this dunk was even more humiliating than the first time he was dunked by Derek Foreman, because he was dunked after losing a confrontation, while Foreman was dunked without a confrontation.

Deduct him.

"Damn it!"

His big hands suddenly wrung together, and with a squeaking sound, the white towel was torn into two halves.

On the other side, Wang Tiejun, like a general returning to court, proudly returned to the bench with his head held high.

"Boss, are you serious, a fully guaranteed contract?" he asked again.

"Yes, with a fully guaranteed contract, you must stay with the Suns and stay with us in Phoenix."

Colangelo smiled and patted Comrade Lao Wang's arm, nodded and said: "Don't worry, Lao K, I will give you a contract that satisfies you."

"Will it exceed the minimum salary?"

The excited Comrade Lao Wang asked in a very ignorant manner.

"Basic salary?"

There was so much noise at the scene that Colangelo didn't hear clearly. He thought Lao Wang wanted a basic salary, so he quickly shook his head and said, "Of course not."

"No, that's fine."

Lao Wang nodded with some disappointment, but soon he became excited again, because the basic salary was not bad. It was 140,000 US dollars a year, which was worth 1.1 million yuan. The annual salary was one million, and he was going to make a fortune.

"It would be great if I could evade taxes. Working illegally also has the advantages of working illegally. You don't have to pay taxes." Thinking of having to pay a lot of taxes, he not only felt pain in his liver, but also in his heart, and everywhere in his body hurt.

Scratching his head, Colangelo began to think about what kind of contract he should give Wang Tiejun?

The No. 1 pick O'Neal's contract with the Magic is 4 years and 17.4 million U.S. dollars, the No. 2 pick Mourning is 4 years and 14 million U.S. dollars, and the No. 3 overall pick Laettner is 4 years and 12 million U.S. dollars. With the strength and potential shown by Wang Tiejun, of course he can't get it.

for this level of contract.

However, he definitely cannot get a contract that is too bad, because if the contract is too bad, once Wang Tiejun is released, he will not be able to keep him. No one is willing to play for a stingy boss, especially a capable player.

He must give a contract that matches Wang Tiejun's status, so he now needs to re-evaluate Wang Tiejun's potential.

Head coach Paul Westphal came over and whispered: "Boss, you won't really only give him a basic salary, right? What if other teams offer a high salary?"

This possibility exists. For example, the Bulls, like us, have never had a good center, and he may be poached in the blink of an eye."

Colangelo was startled and said in surprise: "Paul, do you think I'm that stingy? I admit that I underestimated him before, but not anymore."

"That's good, we need him."

Paul Westphal said excitedly: "If we can strengthen the fifth position, our lineup will be very strong and we can even compete for the championship."

"Yes, yes..."

Colangelo also nodded excitedly and said, "Don't worry, I won't let him be poached. I picked him up from the street and he trusts me."

This game was broadcast live across the United States, broadcast live by ABC TV, and the ratings were very good. Especially after O'Neal smashed the backboard, the ratings soared. Many professionals were watching this game. Among them, the Bulls general manager

Manager Jerry Krause is one.

Under the leadership of Jordan, the Bulls have completed two consecutive championships, and the dynasty has reached the most critical moment of its third consecutive championship.

But the Bulls' lineup is flawed. Pete Cartwright, who has served as the main center for five consecutive seasons, is already 35 years old and has entered the end of his career. His form continues to decline this season, with only 5.6 points and 3.7 rebounds, which is nothing.

In terms of defensive ability, the fifth position has become a huge weakness for the Bulls.

He was drooling as he watched the No. 1 pick O'Neal's amazing performance on both offense and defense, especially the shot that smashed the backboard. He wanted to get into the TV and drag O'Neal out.

But he knew that the Bulls couldn't have O'Neal, the Magic were not stupid enough to trade a future super center, and he didn't have enough chips to trade unless he traded Jordan for it, so he could only covet him.

"What?"

At this moment, he saw that the Chinese rookie, who was called a perverted coolie by the media, actually defeated O'Neal in a low post confrontation, and then dunked O'Neal head-on.

Although Wang Tiejun had dunked super center Ewing the day before yesterday, he thought that dunk was a bit lucky. It was a second attack and Ewing was not well prepared, so it did not attract his attention.

But this time I dunked on O'Neal, it was a true low-post crushing push to the basket, without any tricks.

"How is this possible?"

"Jerry, what's going on?"

He stood up from the sofa, startling the lady next to him.

"Sorry honey, I'm fine."

He quickly walked to the side, grabbed the phone and dialed the number of his assistant Ross Robert.

"Hello..."

"Ross, check out the Suns' next away game and book a ticket for me. I'll go there tomorrow." He said quickly as soon as the call was connected.

"Next away game? Mr. Claus, I understand what you mean. I'm watching this game too. Do you want the Chinese?"

Ross on the opposite side reacted quickly and said immediately.

"As long as you understand, Colangelo only gave him a short contract, which means the Suns don't value him and only intend to let him take over. We have the opportunity to poach him."

Klaus said excitedly.

Rose was silent for a moment and reminded: "Sir, in this attack just now, he has shown his potential in low-post offense. Do you think the Suns will not change their attitude? The Suns may only use a basic salary.

Just sign him, and even if you get on the plane now, you won't be able to catch up."

"Oops!"

Klaus's heart skipped a beat.

At this time Ross said again: "But we still have a chance."

"Speak quickly." Klaus perked up and urged.

"Sir, as far as I know, we have a scout in Orlando. We can ask him to contact that Chinese pervert, ah no, it's a Chinese player. But, sir, you have to give us our conditions." Rose said.

"Very good!"

Jerry Krause said excitedly: "Tell our scouts that we can give this year's lottery pick a contract with a starting salary of US$800,000 in the first year. My bottom line is 1 million, and the maximum cannot exceed US$1.2 million.

The contract period cannot be less than 4 years. In addition, the annual contract increase will not be less than 20%."

"OK, I understand. I will contact them right away. In addition, I will immediately book a flight to Philadelphia as soon as possible, where their next away game will be." Rose smiled.

At the game site, the timeout ended, but O'Neal did not play again. The Suns also made Wang Tiejun sit on the bench. The two did not get up again until the end of the first quarter.

At this time, in the east stand, the pager on the waist of a middle-aged black man suddenly rang, accompanied by vibrations.

"Call back soon, Assistant General Manager Ross."

After looking at it, he quickly got up and left the stands, found a public phone in the stadium, and called Rose.


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