Chapter 11 Old Fox

The Duke left, but the topic about Chen Feng in the bar did not stop, and in the next few days, it had become a little more and more intense.

In the past, this big guy was just a little special bartender, but now there is another basketball topic to talk about. Many people are trying to ask what the boy did in that game.

Otherwise, the fat man would not have run from Harlem to Queens to invite him to participate in any team, and the income of 1,500 dollars a game is not low.

Although there is no way to compare with those NBA millionaires, there are not many people who can afford this price in street basketball games.

And there are many customers who are familiar with the reputation of AND1, but they know what this basketball team represents.

The Duke may not be the number one person in Queens, but there are also some street gangsters who know this guy.

There must be a story for such a guy who has been in Rock Park for decades.

The people in the bar are always boring, and their gossip soul is often burning.

So people with good things deliberately searched the Internet for the game video that Hammond said.

As the old man said, there are hundreds of thousands of views in just a nine-minute video.

The hot scene in the game made Chen Feng once again be watched inhumane in the bar.

Even Jim, the bar owner who usually does nothing, began to re-examine his buddy.

"Hey, young man, it seems that I have reconsidered letting you leave more signatures. I have a hunch that it will bring me a good income in the future." Jim also joked with Chen Feng in such a tone.

"Boss, if you consider giving me a raise, maybe I will consider it." Chen Feng is used to such a joke.

There's nothing he can do. He has to be teased by a group of female hooligans who like muscles every day. Chen Feng has long been unable to forge his face.

Otherwise, you really don't know how to deal with those women who reach out and touch your muscles when they have nothing to do, and they will always subconsciously compare themselves.

"Yours are so big, does this still make us live?" Every time he met those women who lamented like this, Chen Feng could only have a melancholy expression on his face.

"Your sister, can you be jealous of women if you have chest muscles?" Although he didn't say it, Chen Feng has been slandering those women who went up and down.

Life continues like this. Chen Feng is still the tallest bartender in the Queens bar. His hands are still shaking the barttle.

The Duke came and left, as if nothing had changed, but some things had quietly begun to ferment.

As Hammond said, the most fascinating thing about New York is that it can make the spread of any message faster, especially when the news is linked to money.

A big man with potential. Although Chen Feng is less than ten meters tall, this guy's strong body and the hot game video can definitely seduce some people.

Not everyone will pay attention to what has happened on the streets of New York, but for some smelly guys, they can always smell the dollar from some rumors.

Just like sharks in the deep sea, which can always smell blood from a few nautical miles away, many people will show enough interest in delicious prey.

In the two days after the Duke left, at least five or six guys claiming to be professional basketball agents appeared in BAR, a bar with a strange name.

Even Jim said that this may be the most frequent visit of strangers from outside Queens.

Without exception, they came for the big bald man, and everyone is describing a bright future for Chen Feng in a messy way.

Of course, this premise is to sign a contract with them, and they will definitely give Chen Feng a bright future.

"Listen, young man, with a physical condition like you, as long as you sign a contract with me, I will definitely let you enter the NBA as fast as possible. Do you know what that means?"

"Millions of annual salary! A fragrant car! Beauty! You will never be like this. You can only stand in the bar and shake the wine pot as a bartender. You will become a consumer.

"I'm talking about the rich man with a lot of dollars in his hand. You will have all this. Believe me, this is not a story of Arabian Nights. This is an opportunity in front of you."

"As long as you sign this contract with me, all this will happen, and you don't have to continue to work so hard. You will immediately move into a big house and enjoy life."

Do you know Alsto? He also came out of the street to see what kind of life he is living now. Although he is not a top salary, he is also a millionaire.

"If I become your agent, you will definitely earn more than him, I promise!"

Chen Feng did not stop the shaker in his hand, but also listened seriously to the eloquent guy in front of him talking to him.

Of course, Chen Feng is definitely not carefully identifying whether this guy who claims to be a professional basketball agent is true or not.

Chen Feng is just thinking that this guy has been talking for almost an hour. Why doesn't he think about ordering a cocktail or something? Doesn't this guy feel thirsty?

Compared with the bright future described by the other party, Chen Feng may be more willing to let the other party consume a cocktail now. After all, it will give him a few dollars more commission.

"Young man, don't think about it. In order to enjoy life earlier, you shouldn't continue to hesitate so much! Time is money, which is definitely a classic saying!"

Before the guy was thrown out of the bar by the boss Jim and the guys, he did not give up and shouted at Chen Feng that he would definitely make Chen Feng earn more than Jordan.

But his cheap suit and stingy performance of being so stingy that he can talk nonsense for an hour without ordering a glass of wine, it really doesn't seem convincing.

At least the people next to him look like this guy is quite unreliable and a pure liar.

"He has a fight with you." Chen Feng turned his head and said to Hammond, who was drinking not far away.

"He doesn't have my eloquence. If it were me, I guess you would have signed the contract." Hammond is still shameless, especially in the face of Chen Feng.

"There is no difference. They are all liars. He lies to the future. You lie to the present, but then again, how much wine money do you owe now? You don't expect me to pay for you, do you?

Chen Feng is a little desperate for the thickness of Hammond's skin, but the old swindler has indeed drunk much less recently, otherwise Chen Feng would have thrown him out of the door long ago.

"If I can help you get a good contract, I think it should be enough for me to drink whisky in this bar for ten years."

Hammond continued to say shamelessly as he raised his glass and drank all the whisky.

"You old man, I really don't know what my father thought at the beginning. Why did he pick it up on the roadside in Texas? Is it just to let you lie to my pocket money?"

Chen Feng has always been resentful about this old liar who was picked up by his father who ran long-distance transportation by the roadside because he drank too much.

"He is a good person. Without him, I might have gone to hell to report long ago, so I will help him continue your dream. Because you like basketball, he will pick you up in the United States. He is going to see God now. I can't let his wish be broken like this.

Every time Hammond talks about Chen Feng's father, he looks very respectful. After all, not many people are willing to talk to a street gangster who has a criminal record, has a history of drug addiction, and likes to drink.

He has been able to live in peace in Texas for the past few years, that is, because the strong man once helped him, and Chen Feng is the man's son, and he is also his apprentice.

Although the dead boy has never admitted this fact, even he himself will say that it was the old liar who taught him how to survive on the street.

Especially after his father's death, when Chen Feng's shoulder could not carry some things, this old guy solved a lot of trouble for him.

However, teaching Chen Feng to play basketball is because this boy has talent. Otherwise, Hammond would rather make money and repay his favor than try his best to teach an idiot to play basketball.

Hammond knew what the deceased man was thinking, and he also knew what Chen Feng's dream was.

That's why he took the boy back to New York. Here, he has to find a way to achieve this boy's dream, a dream about basketball.

Chen Feng is a good basketball blank. Hammond is polishing him with all his heart. Now he is just doing his best to help him find a chance to shine.

"Maybe I should consider more long-distance business. Otherwise, I may not have saved enough money to pay when I start college. The consumption level in New York is really a headache."

After all, the street is different from the regular basketball game. There are too many free wills here, but this is not the highest palace, and the strongest guys are no longer here.

NCAA, NBA, these are the places that Chen Feng yearns for most, but those basketball halls are a little far from the current life.

Chen Feng is also calculating how much money he needs to save if he goes to college. Maybe he can help the Duke's guys play a few games to achieve this goal faster.

But when you think about those two-year contract, it always feels like a kind of bondage. Two years will change too many things.

Just like Hammond's advice, you can never get rid of a lot of dark things on the street.

Especially in New York, many games are linked to gambling, which are not related to the gambling games offered by street gangsters, and may also have something to do with soft drugs.

The basketball world on the street is full of talent, and it is also full of shady and disgusting transactions.

"I really don't know if it's a wise decision to go back to New York with this old liar." Thinking about the uncertain future, such a fierce guy as Chen Feng is also a little confused.

No matter how hard you work today, tomorrow's fallen leaves will still float down. There are many things in the world that cannot be advanced, and you can only live in the present.

Chen Feng was still thinking about whether he should find some more part-time work, and he casually packed up the business cards stuffed by the so-called agents and prepared to throw them into the trash can.

At this time, there was a hand that looked a little old across the bar and handed over with a business card.

"I hope my business card will not end up the same." The sound followed by the same vicissitudes of life.

Just like the hand with an old skin, Chen Feng turned around and saw an old man with silver hair.

"Let me introduce myself, Jerry Takanian. I'm not a basketball agent, but I've been in the basketball circle for decades. Maybe I can help you a little favor."

Chen Feng doesn't know when the old man who is already 70 or 80 years old came, but compared with the guy who talked about it just now, there is no feeling of twilight in the old man's eyes, which vaguely reveals a feeling of being old and slippery.

It's like a sneaking fox, cunning and makes you easily confused.

When some small fish and shrimp appeared, the hunter who knew the opportunity to attack decided to attack, like a cunning fox or an old fox who became an elite.

(Ask for red tickets, click, ask for collection... Speaking of the Heat and the Jazz, how many people think that the Jazz can win, but in the last 0.4 seconds, it turned out that Harris threw the end of the battle. The Heat's Big Three is depressing.)