nycdaug Chapter 531 Returning to Barclays Center as the Boss
Chapter 531 Returning to Barclays Center as the Boss
"Okay, okay." Jokic seemed to have finally given in.
The wonderful holiday seems to have ended before it even began.
Jokic knew very well that Wang Xiucheng's request for someone to fetch the ball and lead the horse was just a polite remark.
Even out of respect for Wang Xiucheng, Jokic couldn't possibly let him just pick up the ball.
At the very least, I have to teach him something so that I can give Wang Xiucheng an explanation.
Wang Xiucheng smiled happily when he heard Jokic agree.
"Thank you, Jokic," Wang Xiucheng said sincerely.
"Don't say that," Jokic interrupted Wang Xiucheng. "Okay, I'm hanging up."
After saying that, Jokic actually hung up the phone.
Seeing Wang Xiucheng's happy smile, Ma Xiaoxuan was also very happy.
Although she didn't know exactly what Wang Xiucheng was talking about with Jokic, she was happy as long as Wang Xiucheng was happy.
A few kilometers away, on a street, Jokic sat in a car with two huge flower baskets on the seat next to him.
He bought the flower basket specifically in Chinatown.
His older brother said that Chinese people usually send these flower baskets when visiting patients.
Although it's called a flower basket, it's actually filled with all sorts of fruit.
Jokic didn't understand why fruit that only cost 10 yuan could cost several hundred yuan when placed in a flower basket, and yet so many people still bought it.
That's why people say the Chinese are so clever.
"Brother, let's go back and pack our things. We're heading back to Serbia tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Strassinia, who was driving, immediately became excited and couldn't wait to take out her phone to inform the rest of the family.
Every summer, Jokic's entire family, along with his older brother's and younger brother's families, a total of nearly 20 people, return to Serbia.
For Jokic, playing basketball is just a job; horse racing is his life!
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6 month 21 day.
There are two days left until this year's draft.
Wang Xiucheng, leaning on his crutches, shook hands with each of the experts who performed his surgery.
“Mr. Wang, your recovery speed is indeed unexpected, much faster than we anticipated,” said a man in his fifties wearing glasses and a white coat.
"It's all thanks to you, thank you."
Just yesterday, Wang Xiucheng requested to be discharged from the hospital.
Therefore, today the experts specially arranged a detailed examination for Wang Xiucheng.
The result was a very good recovery, and much faster than they had expected.
Therefore, they all agreed that Wang Xiucheng could be discharged from the hospital.
However, Wang Xiucheng still needs to come back to check on things at certain times.
After all, the hospital has a well-established reputation for surgical specialties, and they wouldn't let Wang Xiucheng ruin their brand.
"Alright, we won't bother you any longer. Remember to come back for regular checkups," the doctor emphasized, before leaving the room with the others.
As they walked, the sounds of several people talking could be heard.
"No wonder he's the most physically gifted player in the NBA; his recovery is remarkably fast."
"Brother, everything's loaded in the car, let's go." Ma Wei pushed the wheelchair, with Wu Di and Wu Jia standing beside him.
Wang Xiucheng sighed and finally sat down in his wheelchair.
Although Wang Xiucheng felt he could walk on his own, Ma Wei dared not take the risk.
If Wang Xiucheng were to have an accident because of my departure, my older sister could come back and tear me apart.
The 23 talent show is about to begin, and my older sister has been away from the hospital for several days.
This year, China has two more players in the draft. Ma Xiaoxuan's draft has been delayed for a long time due to Wang Xiu's injury.
After making a point of saying goodbye to Avril, Wang Xiucheng left the hospital.
Instead of going home, he went straight to the Barclays Center.
In fact, the 7% that Wang Xiucheng owns is not only the stock of the Brooklyn Nets, but also the 7% stock of the Nets' parent company, BSE Global.
The company owns assets including the Brooklyn Nets, the WNBA team New York Liberty, and the Barclays Center, the home arena for both teams.
Therefore, Wang Xiucheng's return to the Barclays Center at this time was equivalent to returning to his own company.
I had already informed the team that I was coming back today, and Nets general manager Sean Marks and his team were waiting outside the stadium.
When Wang Xiucheng's convoy stopped outside, Sean Max immediately ran over.
Wu Di and Wu Jia first got out of the car and opened the door, then pushed a wheelchair out of another car before opening Wang Xiucheng's car door.
Wang Xiucheng carefully got out of the car, leaning on his cane. When he saw Sean Max, he extended his hand and said, "Hey Sean."
“Hey, boss.” Sean Max seemed to consider it for a moment, but still used the word “boss.”
"Just call me Wang, it doesn't feel right, haha." Wang Xiucheng smiled.
“Okay.” Sean Max nodded, though he was actually a little unaccustomed to it himself.
The last time we met, he was a player; the next time we met, he was my boss.
Fortunately, I usually have a good relationship with Wang Xiucheng, otherwise I would probably have been laid off by now.
Cai Congxin has already returned to China and will probably not be back for a long time, as there seem to be many things going on there.
Furthermore, before Tsai Tsung-hsin left, he specifically told Sean Marks that he could refer to Wang Hsiu-cheng's opinions in the draft and trades.
After all, the Nets' strategy is to build the team around Wang Xiucheng.
Julia Koch, the second-largest shareholder, has not appeared in the Nets' offices even once since the Finals.
In fact, the person in charge of the Nets right now is this Chinese guy.
"Let's talk as we walk." Wang Xiucheng shook hands with the others, then, without any pretense, sat down in his wheelchair.
The group walked toward the office area of the Barclays Center.
The Barclays Center has been clearly redecorated, with many new, huge posters now displayed along the player tunnel.
The Nets' championship trophy from this year's NBA Finals has the most photos.
"There are still two days until the selection is finalized. What are your thoughts?" Wang Xiucheng asked, looking at the new photos.
Unfortunately, I'm not in the photo; I was at the hospital when it was taken.
Fortunately, the largest photo is still the world-famous picture of himself sitting on the basketball hoop during the dunk contest.
"This year we have the 28th pick in the first round of the draft, and the number of people we can select at that position is extremely limited."
Shawn Marks pushed open the door to a conference room and continued, "If we don't make a trade, given our weaknesses, we could add a promising young player to the small forward and power forward positions."
Upon arriving at the conference room, Wang Xiucheng realized that this room was likely used for trading with other teams and contacting the league office.
At least a dozen landline phones were lined up in a row, and a dozen computers were always on, with various information being updated rapidly.
With the draft just around the corner, teams have already begun their preparations.
At this moment, the twenty-odd people working in the office saw Wang Xiucheng enter and stood up to greet him.
Wang Xiucheng nodded, smiled, and waved. Only then did everyone sit down and continue working.
Sean Marks found a few documents among a pile. "These are some player trade offers we've received recently. Would you like to take a look?"
Wang Xiucheng took the document and began to read it.
Most of these are trade requests from other teams, but some agents are also recommending their own players.
The Nets are, after all, a championship team, live in a big city, have an owner who's willing to spend money, and still have salary cap space.
Naturally, many players want to join the Nets.
Especially for players who are about to become free agents.
Soon, Wang Xiucheng found his target among a pile of documents.
"Diron Brooks!"