At this time, David Stern had already arrived at the scene, holding an envelope in his hand. This was the FMVP selection result, and he hadn't read it yet.
Looking at the envelope in Stern's hand, Barkley could not help but stare.
Now that he has won the championship, his pursuit of FMVP has become his biggest expectation.
Achieving mvp, championship, and fmvp in one season is the symbol of a historical superstar.
"Charles, it's yours." Lao Wang, who was standing behind, patted Buckley's shoulder in front and comforted him.
Turning his head and looking up at Lao Wang, Buckley said movedly: "Brother, we rely on luck. If it is yours, I congratulate you."
"Then I'm welcome." Lao Wang burst into laughter.
Buckley rolled his eyes, "Old K, don't you know how to be polite, you little bastard?"
At this time, David Stern opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of letter paper.
Bang bang bang...
Buckley's heart raced.
Not far away, at the front of the group of ladies, was his wife Maureen, also praying for him with her hands clasped together.
"Will the situation change?" John Hanks said excitedly in the ABC live broadcast.
"Normally not." Bill Walton shook his head and smiled.
David Stern looked at the name on the letter, smiled, looked at everyone present, and finally his eyes fell on Buckley's face.
Buckley's heart rate jumped from 150 to 200 in an instant, and he was about to panic.
"Congratulations, Charles Barkley." Stern said at this time.
"yeah!"
Barkley cheered crazily, and the audience burst into warm applause.
"Congratulations, brother."
Lao Wang and others also sent their own congratulations.
"Congratulations, dear."
"Thanks, dear."
Maureen came quickly and gave her a hug and a kiss.
"Hello, Wang."
At this time, Stern smiled and took the initiative to extend his hand to Wang Tiejun.
"Hello, Mr. Stern." Wang Tiejun smiled.
"Young man, you performed well in your rookie season. I hope you can perform even better in the future," Stern said with a smile.
"I will." Lao Wang nodded quickly.
"You know, in the FMVP selection just now, you got two votes." Stern suddenly laughed.
Lao Wang was startled, there is still someone choosing me?
As far as he knew, a total of 9 reporters participated in the selection, plus the reporters accompanying the two teams, there were 11 people in total. He got two, so Barkley got 9?
"Michael Jordan got 4, too," Stern said at the end before leaving.
Lao Wang was stunned, wouldn't it mean that Barkley only has one more card than Jordan? What a risk! If Jordan, a loser, takes it away, what face will the Suns have?
Next came the awarding of the championship trophy and FMVP trophy. Colangelo raised the championship trophy, and the entire American West Arena, the entire Phoenix, and even the entire state of Arizona suddenly burst into excitement.
After the awards ceremony ended, the Suns continued to stay at the scene to celebrate the championship with their fans, who lingered for a long time.
Lao Wang was surrounded by a large group of enthusiastic beauties, including some beautiful little stars and models. Even reporters couldn't squeeze in, but it didn't stop them from squeezing around inside.
Lance Hoxman and Roman Weeks stood outside, the Suns won the championship, and Wang Tiejun once again had a super performance of 33,159, a near-triple-double, and both of them were very excited.
Lao Wang got a lot of small notes and promised to call them, so he was able to deal with a group of women.
"Old K, do you want me to help you? I can arrange a hotel room for you and prepare everything." Hawksman said with a smile.
"Okay, you take your pick. I want the most beautiful one with the best figure." Lao Wang handed a bunch of notes to the agent.
"I promise, if there is nothing here that you are satisfied with, I will also choose another one for you from Hollywood. There are a lot of young stars and models there who need exposure opportunities." Hawksman smiled.
"Old K, Mammoth plans to sell your sneakers in Japan and increase a publicity budget." Weeks said with a smile.
"Making money from Japan? I like it." Lao Wang said with a smile.
"But you need to go to Japan."
When Weeks said this, he added: "Don't worry, Old K, I will give you a large fee. Lance and I have already negotiated."
"Old K, the attendance fee is 300,000 US dollars. In addition, there are countless Japanese beauties waiting for you there. They have been captured by you and are waiting for your rescue." Hawksman whispered in his ear.
"Then you must go. It is my unshirkable responsibility to save them." Lao Wang, who was a little reluctant at first, immediately said seriously.
"Haha..." The three of them laughed.
"By the way, what other jobs do I have in the United States? Lance, didn't you say you were going to negotiate a sponsorship contract for me?" he asked again.
"Old K, Lance, I'll take my leave now and see you in a few days." At this time, Weeks said.
After seeing off Wicks, Lance Hoxman said: "Old K, don't worry, our CAA has nothing else, but we have more than half of Hollywood's big stars and well-known directors, and there are more than a thousand in the world.
Brand companies have close cooperation with us. As long as you perform well enough, there will be no shortage of sponsorship and endorsement resources, and there will be some brands willing to find you for endorsements.
I am currently negotiating no fewer than ten sponsorship and endorsement contracts. Although I cannot get top-notch and first-class resources, there are plenty of second- and third-tier ones, and even quasi-first-tier brands are possible.
In addition, the contracts that Mr. Colangelo took over for you last time are sponsorship contracts with several local companies in Phoenix.
Originally, these contracts have been negotiated, but your performance in the playoffs was so great, you won the championship again, and your performance in the finals was like a superstar, so you still need to renegotiate it, so Old K, you still have to
Take some time.
But I promise, it will be worth it. The new contract will definitely be much higher than the old contract, and it will be settled quickly. You only need to stay in the United States for half a month. By then, you can get at least a total of more than 1,000 yuan from these companies.
Ten thousand dollar contract.”
"That would be great!"
What Lao Wang is most satisfied with about joining CAA is that he can make money. CAA's resources in this area are so good. If he signs with a normal NBA agent, even a top agent, it is impossible to find him so many sponsors like CAA.
"Also, the second trial of your two lawsuits will arrive in two days. This is the last time. We are already sure of victory. Have you figured out how to celebrate?" Hoxman said with a smile.
"I'll have a party and open a case of champagne," he said happily.
"Okay, I'll prepare a party for you." Hawksman smiled.
At this time, the on-site celebrations ended, and Wang Tiejun and other fans who bid farewell to the players returned to the locker room.
"Fuck, my legs are going to cramp."
I didn't think I was too excited just now, but now I returned to the locker room and sat down. As soon as I relaxed, Wang Tiejun's calf muscles started beating non-stop.
"Come and lie down."
Aaron Nelson quickly asked him to come over and started massaging him.
"Bang bang bang..."
At this time, a series of bottle opening sounds were heard, like gunshots. He turned around and saw that a group of waiters had opened a box of prepared champagne and sprayed it everywhere.
"Holy shit!"
In the blink of an eye, he saw Buckley and others rushing towards him. He was lying on the massage table and couldn't run away. He was sprayed all over and his underwear was soaked through.
Colangelo and other management and coaching staff came in at this time and were sprayed all over their heads and faces, but everyone could only smile uncontrollably on their faces.
"Sir, how much money can each of us get in the playoffs?" After the madness, Lao Wang asked the question he was most concerned about.
Colangelo shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "Old K, each of you can get at least 250,000 US dollars."
"Oh, that's great!" Everyone roared excitedly.
Especially a few fringe players and role players with basic salary contracts worth hundreds of thousands, they are happier than winning a championship.
Next, after everyone took a shower, they collectively participated in the post-match press conference, which was already an hour later than usual, and it was already early in the morning.
However, there is no shortage of media. Whether it is the Bulls or the Suns, the press hall is packed, and the first two rows are full of tripod cameras.
"Sir Barkley, congratulations on winning the MVP, the championship, and the three FMVP honors in one season. Do you think this is the most glorious time in your life?" the first reporter asked.
Barkley's face had long since burst from laughter, and he stammered with a smile: "Thank you, yes, haha, okay, you are right, thank you everyone, I feel that my career is complete, yes...
"
"Old K, that last free throw, I'm talking about the second free throw, when we were still one point behind and could have tied the game if we made the free throw, did you hit the basket on purpose? Did you want to take a gamble?
Really?" a reporter asked.
Lao Wang nodded without hesitation: "You're right, that's what I did."
"But what if it doesn't succeed? I don't think coach Westphal will deploy such a dangerous tactic, right?" the reporter asked.
"No, the coach wanted overtime, but you should know about my free throws. Pippen said at the time that based on my free throw probability, I couldn't make the second free throw. Yes, I thought so too. I made the second free throw.
The probability is not high enough, so I just did it. After all, isn’t there a seventh game to back it up?” Lao Wang glanced at Westphal and said.
"Coach Westphal, do you agree with Old K's approach?" The reporter asked again.
"Of course, we won, and the winner is not blamed." Westphal smiled.
He was really shocked at the time, but he was completely overwhelmed by ecstasy a second later. There was no time for him to be angry. Now that he has won the championship, he will no longer be angry.
"Charles, you didn't talk to Old K at that time, but your rebounding action was completely faster than the others. How did you communicate?" the reporter asked.
Barkley said proudly: "It's very simple. Old K did that once in the G4 game. Have you forgotten?"
"oh!"
The media reporters immediately started talking about the scene of the G4 battle.
Not to mention, the Suns' side was peaceful, but the Bulls' side was as cold as iron, and Jordan did not attend the press conference at all.
"Coach Phil Jackson, that last foul ruined our victory and our upcoming three consecutive championships and dynasty. So, was it a deliberately arranged foul tactic to let Old K take a free throw?" said a reporter from Chicago Sports News Leng.
asked in a voice.
Phil Jackson sighed in his heart. If the tactics at the most critical moment are successful, he will be a god. Once it fails, that will be the case. He was mentally prepared and said: "Yes, I know you will say that this is the key reason for our loss, but
This is indeed a foul tactic arranged by me."
"Is it because Old K is not good at free throws that he arranged this tactic?" the reporter asked.
Phil Jackson nodded heavily, knowing that the reporter would have more embarrassing questions for him next.
Sure enough, the reporter immediately asked again: "If I remember correctly, Lao K did that before in the G4 game.
What I'm talking about is that he hit the basket intentionally. Last time, he grabbed the offensive rebound himself, then made a shot and caused Pippen to foul. But this time... what I want to know is,
Did you forget about that free throw? Why did you give him a chance?"
Phil Jackson felt like his head was going to explode. He was also very nervous at the time and had to arrange tactics to ensure victory. He really forgot.
But he couldn't admit this mistake now. He hesitated, spread his left hand, pinched his temples with his thumb and middle finger, put it down, pulled the microphone in front of him, organized his words and said: "Of course I didn't forget it.
, but you know that's just luck, our guys are closer to the rebound and we're more likely to get the rebound."
The reporter sneered and said: "But our people don't seem to be ready to grab rebounds at all."
Phil Jackson sighed again in his heart and spread his hands, indicating that he had nothing to say.
"He just forgot, otherwise he would have told our people to be prepared for Lao K to steal the plane."
"I think so too. It was his dereliction of duty that wasted Michael's good performance. It was he who lost our three consecutive championships and our dynasty."
"He's as incompetent as Jerry Krause."
Down below, reporters in Chicago were talking a lot.
At this time, Jordan had already boarded a private plane and flew to Las Vegas accompanied by his agent David Frank.
After the press conference, the Suns collectively went to the nightclub they had booked and began to celebrate all night long. Then the next day was a city-wide celebration in Phoenix, which will last for three days.
Following the crowd to the destination, Wang Tiejun looked around at the splendid nightclub, which felt very strange.
He has never been to such an occasion before. After one season with the Suns, he either trains or plays every day, and there is not enough rest time. How can he have time to come here to burn off energy?
There were no other guests in the nightclub, and the Suns had already booked the venue. When they arrived, the nightclub management and dozens of waiters, as well as dozens of the most voluptuous beauties, were waiting for their arrival.
"Gentlemen, this is your world now," Colangelo said loudly.
"Oh ho!"
Everyone couldn't help but scream in excitement.
"Old K, how do you feel?" Buckley, who was hugging him from side to side, asked with a smile after taking a sip of the wine fed to him by the beauty.
"I feel like I'm decaying. But, I have to admit, this feels good and suits me just right." Lao Wang, who was also hugging him from left to right, said with a smile.
"Haha..." Everyone burst into laughter.
"Old K, would you like one?"
Kevin Johnson opened a box of cigars, tilted his head and asked.
"I don't know how to smoke, and I don't want to smoke. It will affect my lung function." Old K said honestly.
"Don't be afraid. You don't have to inhale this thing into your lungs. It has the lowest nicotine content among cigarettes. It's just for showing off. I'll bake one for you."
Kevin Johnson lit the alcohol lamp, cut off the cap, and then began to burn the cigarette legs. He was very skillful in his movements. He did not smoke cigarettes, only cigars.
"You don't have to inhale it? Then I'll try."
Lao Wang's interest was immediately aroused. He had to admit that it felt good to show off. He liked it very much and was especially envious of Kevin Johnson's cigar-chewing style.
Kevin Johnson had toasted the cigar at this time and motioned for Lao Wang to light it himself.
Lao Wang reached out to take the cigar and moved it to the alcohol lamp.
Kevin Johnson said on the side: "You don't need to touch the flame. When the smoke base turns black and glows, don't inhale it yet. Blow it outward twice to blow out the miscellaneous gas. Then you will feel a very mellow smoke.
Just enter your mouth and feel the aroma.”
Lao Wang did as he was told. When the tobacco legs became shiny, he raised his head and blew twice, and then tried to take a puff. It felt a bit dense and more strenuous than smoking. Sure enough, there was a very mellow smoke wrapped around it.
The aroma in his mouth is very strong, which is completely different from ordinary cigarettes.
"These are cigars from Cuba. They are of good quality." Kevin Johnson picked up another cigar, and next to him, Buckley and the others also picked up a cigar.
"It feels good. Before I return to China, I need to prepare some stuff, which is better than the paper leaves my dad smokes." Lao Wang said with a smile as he puffed away the smoke.
"Cough, cough, damn, cough..."
But soon, he couldn't stand it anymore. There were ten or twenty big men puffing away together, and he almost choked to death.
Next, everyone put out their cigars and started drinking. This was the main topic of the evening.
The next day, Comrade Lao Wang opened his eyes. The environment was a bit dark and not dazzling, but a pain in his head made him close his eyes again.
This feeling is very familiar, the feeling after a hangover. He drank too much last night and knocked down several people including Barkley and Kevin Johnson by himself, and finally collapsed himself.
As soon as he moved his hand, his left elbow touched a ball of soft flesh. He squeezed a handful of it. It felt very good. Is this?
When I turned around, I saw a pile of golden hair scattered outside the quilt. When I opened the quilt, I saw a beautiful woman with nothing on her body, sleeping soundly.
He turned over and climbed up, throwing the quilt under the bed. He held the beautiful woman's face with his big hands and looked at her. He seemed to have some impression. She was not the group of girls from the nightclub. He should have seen her in the arena last night. She seemed to be a low-class girl.
Star? But pretty enough, probably a bit prettier than Roberts, and younger.
Maybe Hawksman called it for him? Who cares, enjoy it first, he jumped on it.