Chapter 22 Give face?
This kind of training camp held before the NBA draft is a great opportunity for many players who are not considered to be "big shots" to show their talents.
Being able to participate in this kind of training camp is a novel experience for Chen Feng, just like driving the Kenworth truck for the first time, it always feels a little new.
And the feeling of going back to New York from Las Vegas also makes him miss being here for more than a month, and the old liar-like Hammond.
It's just that the training camp is very urgent, which also delayed him from taking time to go back to BAR for a walk.
Although Hammond has never participated in such a training camp, he still told Chen Feng, "This is the only way for you to choose to enter professional basketball. Boy, go beautifully. Don't let me down."
As for Jim, the owner of the bar, he felt very excited when he heard the news, and even joked with Chen Feng, "Hey, Chen, if you can be on TV, remember to do publicity for my bar!" If I get rich, I will definitely get free of your drinks in the future!"
Not to mention those guys like Black Boy Williams. If it hadn't been for Hammond's stop, maybe their guys would have gone to the location of the training camp to find Chen Feng.
"Chen, if you can enter the NBA, I think the faces of those guys in Brooklyn must be very wonderful. For this goal, you must also succeed. We believe you can!"
New York is not a strange city. It's just a life of more than a month. It's not Chen Feng's home court, but it can relieve his current mood. It's always good news.
As for the blessings of those guys, Chen Feng still doesn't think about it for the time being. After all, it hasn't been decided yet.
In fact, most of the training camp is still full of marginal people. In addition to the players from the NCAA, there are also many potential stocks that think they are qualified to play in the NBA.
Of course, whether it is a potential stock or not, it has to be decided by those head coaches, general managers and scouts.
There are 30 teams in the NBA, and only 60 people are lucky enough to enter the best basketball league in the world in the two rounds of drafts.
Most of the 30 people in the first round are famous guys in the NCAA, or excellent players from Europe or other continents, many of whom have even become famous.
It's just that the appeal of the NBA is too strong, and it can attract those excellent players.
Every year, a large number of so-called hope stars try to squeeze in, but few of them can succeed.
The rules of the training camp are not as complicated as Chen Feng imagined. Most of the tests here are very simple.
There are not even those majors in Las Vegas, at least that's how Chen Feng feels.
"The resources here are limited. Do you think the NBA will focus most of its energy on the marginal people here? In addition, I would like to remind you that Ryan and others are obviously more professional than these people.
Looking at Chen Feng's expression at this moment, Takanian can guess the boy's psychological activities.
"Old man, I didn't say anything. I just feel that the attitude of these guys is not at all about selecting players for the NBA team, especially their eyes, just like looking at a group of poor people who are destined to be eliminated, which makes me a little unhappy."
Chen Feng didn't distinguish anything from the old man. After all, Takanian guessed correctly. He was very unhappy with the attitude of those testers, and there were some eyes cast by scouts wandering near the training camp.
"There is no way. There are at least two or three hundred players who want to enter this training camp, which does not include those who will definitely enter the first round. There may be only ten or less places left for you. It is a fact that most of them will be abandoned."
It's not happy, but Chen Feng understands that what Takanian said is the truth. Although this sounds a little cruel, the most common thing in the training camp is not the lucky ones, but a group of eliminated people.
"I don't know how many people's interest my data can arouse." Looking at the group of players trying to squeeze into the NBA, Chen Feng really doesn't know whether his tests are effective.
"Your data is not for those guys to review. Those who need you have already had a copy. As for whether you will be invited to do further tests, it depends on luck."
Takanian said that running around for more than a month is not in vain. If he doesn't even have such a little face, he will really be in vain these decades.
It's just that even he doesn't know how much influence those data and videotape can have.
With such an old guy around, Chen Feng always feels that he is lucky, at least much better than these people who are still waiting for others to be selected.
Although there is more way than others, Takanian knows that this is not in the NCAA. He can't call for wind and rain, so all that's left is to wait.
As for those confrontations, Takanian does not plan to let Chen Feng test the water for the time being.
According to the old man's words, there are too many young kids who want to enter the NBA. At this time, they are more like red-eyed gamblers. They are very fierce.
Although Chen Feng doesn't care about this level of confrontation, Takanian doesn't want to take a risk.
At least before those old relationships did not respond, he didn't want Chen Feng to fight with others so rashly.
However, as Takanien estimated in advance, he is not fully sure. After all, this is the NBA, and some friends and relationships will not become the weight of Chen Feng's future.
Of the eight materials submitted, only three people responded, while the other five companies politely refused.
"Listen to my old friend, in fact, it only takes ten minutes, and you will change your opinion. I promise this will not be an inspection that will disappoint you. He is the kind of player who wants to sign at a glance."
"I really won't let you down, I promise. Oh... All right... Old friend, maybe your team's new head coach has his own considerations in choosing players... That... Excuse me, if there is a chance, we'll see you in Las Vegas.
Although Takanian's voice on the phone in the bedroom is not loud, Chen Feng's ears have always been very smart.
"The fifth call is all rejection." Chen Feng silently calculated that Takanian had received several phone calls in the past two days.
He knew that the road to the NBA would not be too smooth, but he didn't expect that the old man worked so hard and didn't look good.
Chen Feng felt that it was no big deal to be rejected. He could go back to the training camp to fight with those people to see who was stronger.
It's just that he doesn't want to see the old man in the bedroom, the depression hidden between his eyebrows.
There is really no need to lower his posture for himself. Chen Feng really wants to go over and talk to the old man.
After a short thought, he still didn't move.
It's all the old man's decision. He can only expect good news for the next call.
God, the old man always likes to watch the drama of people who suddenly let you see the dawn when they are desperate.
The following two calls were good news, one of which was an invitation from a scout who stayed in the same hotel.
But the other party's words made Chen Feng feel that his eyelids jumped a little uncontrollably.
"Jerrey, if it weren't for your sake, I wouldn't have gone there on a special trip."
This sentence sounds a little harsh.
Face? Can you turn a blind eye to such a big living person standing here?
Face is sometimes given, but most of the time it is earned by yourself.
Chen Feng really wants to yell at these guys, open your dog's eyes and take a good look at the men!
Give face? I hope you don't regret saying this.
(Many friends asked me why I didn't write NCAA, this... The main reason is... It's true that not many people like to watch the NCAA part. Er, I weighed it over and over again, and I can only give up. In fact, I have checked a lot of things, but I finally gave up. Maybe I will write a biography or something in the future and add this part...)