Chapter 12 Old Fox ()

The Duke left, but the topic of Chen Feng in the bar did not stop, and in the following days, it had become a bit intensified.

In the past, this big guy was just a bit special bartender, but now there is another topic of basketball to talk about. Many people are asking what this kid did in that game.

Otherwise, the fat man would not have run from Harlem to Queens to invite him to join any team, and the income would be not low if he had a game of $1,500 per game.

Although there is no comparison 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 and 1's fame, but they know what this basketball team represents.

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

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

People in the bar are always bored, and their gossip souls often burn.

So people who have good things have specially searched the game video that Hammond mentioned on the Internet.

Just as the old man said, the video with only a short nine minutes has already been viewed by hundreds of thousands.

The hot scenes in the game made Chen Feng be watched inhumanely again in the bar.

Even Jim, the bar owner who usually does nothing, began to look at his guy again.

"Hey, young man, it seems that I have considered letting you leave more signatures. I have a feeling that it will bring me a good income in the future." Jim also teased Chen Feng in this tone.

"Boss, if you consider giving me a higher salary, maybe I will think about it." Chen Feng was used to joking like this.

There is no way, he will be teased by a group of female hooligans who like muscles every day. Chen Feng has long been invulnerable to his face.

Otherwise, you really don’t know how to deal with women who just reach out to touch your muscles when they are fine, and it doesn’t count if they touch them, they will always subconsciously compare their own.

"Your ones are so big, can we still live?" Every time I encounter those women lamenting like this, Chen Feng can only look melancholy.

"Your sister, can women be jealous of their pectoral muscles?" Although she didn't say it, Chen Feng kept murmuring those women who were trying to do it.

Life continues to live like this, Chen Feng is still the tallest bartender in the Queens bar, and his hands are still shaking the bartender pot.

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 this message is linked to money.

A big man with potential, although Chen Feng is less than 2.10 meters tall, his strong body and the hot game video will definitely seduce some intriguing people.

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

Just like sharks in the deep sea, they can always smell bloody smells 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 who claimed to be professional basketball agents appeared in the bar with a weird name.

Even Jim said this was probably the most frequent visiting period for strangers from outside Queens.

Without exception, they came to the bald big man, and everyone was drawing a bright future for Chen Feng in a scattered way.

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

"Listen to the young man, with your physical condition, 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?"

"A million yuan in annual salary! Fragrant car! Beautiful girl! You will definitely not be like this now. You can only stand in the bartender who shakes the wine pot, and you will become a consumer."

"I'm talking about the kind of rich man who holds a lot of dollars in his hand. You will have all this. Believe me, this is not a fantasy story, this is an opportunity before you."

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

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

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

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

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

Chen Feng was just thinking, this guy has been talking for almost an hour, why didn’t he consider ordering a cocktail or something? Doesn’t this guy feel thirsty?

Compared with the bright future depicted by the other party, Chen Feng may be more willing to let the other party consume a cocktail now, after all, that would make his commission a few dollars more.

"Young man, stop thinking about it. In order to enjoy life earlier, you should not continue to hesitate so much! Time is money, and this is definitely a classic and sensible saying!"

Before this guy was thrown out of the bar by his boss Jim and the guys, he yelled at Chen Feng without giving up, saying that he would definitely make Chen Feng more money than Jordan had made at the beginning.

But his cheap suit and his performance that he could talk nonsense for an hour without ordering a glass of wine was really unconvincing.

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

"He is in the same way as you." Chen Feng turned his head and rushed to Hammond, who was drinking not far away.

"He doesn't have my eloquence. If it were me, you probably signed the contract." Hammond was still shameless, especially when facing Chen Feng.

"There is no difference. They are all liars. They deceive the future. You cheat on the present. But then again, how much money do you owe now? You are not expecting me to pay for you?"

Chen Feng was already a little desperate about Hammond's face, but this old liar has indeed drunk much less recently, otherwise Chen Feng would have thrown him out of the door.

"If I could get you a good contract, I think it would be enough for me to drink whiskey for ten years in this bar."

Hammond continued to say shamelessly while raising his glass to drink all the whiskey.

"You old guy, I really don't know what my dad thought at the beginning, why did he pick it up on the roadside in Texas? Is it just to let you cheat me of my pocket money?"

Chen Feng has always had resentment about this old liar who was picked up by his father who ran long-distance transportation because he had overdrinked alcohol.

"He is a good person. Without him, I might have gone to hell to report, so I will help him continue your dreams. Because you like basketball, he will pick you up in the United States. He is now going to meet God, and I can't let his wish be cut off."

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

He was able to live in Texas with peace of mind for the past few years because the strong man had helped him, and Chen Feng was the man's son, and he was also his apprentice.

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

Especially after his father passed away and Chen Feng's shoulders could not take on some things, this old guy took a lot of trouble for him.

However, the reason why he taught Chen Feng to play basketball was because this kid was talented. Otherwise, Hammond would rather make money and repay favors than try his best to teach an idiot to play basketball.

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

That's why he brought this kid back to New York. Here, he wanted to find a way to achieve this kid's dream, a dream about basketball.

Chen Feng is a very good basketball player. Hammond is trying his best to polish him. Now he is just doing his best to help him find an opportunity to shine.

"Maybe I should consider taking more long-distance businesses, otherwise, when the university starts, I may not have saved enough of the fees I should pay. The consumption level in New York is really a headache."

After all, the streets are different from regular basketball games. There are too many things to do here, but this is not the highest hall, and the strongest guys are no longer here.

ncaa, nba, these places are the places Chen Feng yearns for the most, but the basketball halls are a bit out of reach now.

Chen Feng was still calculating how much money he would need to save if he went to college. Maybe he could help the Dukes play a few games to achieve this goal faster.

But thinking about those two years of contracts, it always feels like a constraint. Two years will change too many things.

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

Especially in New York, many games are linked to gambling, which are not closely related to the gambling games offered by street gangs, and may also be related to soft drugs.

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

"I really don't know if it would be a wise decision to go back to New York with this old liar." Thinking about the uncertain future, a fierce guy like Chen Feng was a little confused.

No matter how hard you exert force today, the fallen leaves will still float down tomorrow. 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 part-time jobs, but he 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 through the bar, holding a business card and handing it over.

"I hope my business card will not end with the same fate." The sound that followed was also vicissitudes of life.

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

"Introduce yourself, Jerry Tacanian, I'm not a basketball agent, but I've been in the basketball circle for decades, maybe I can help you with some help."

Chen Feng didn't know when the old man who was already in his seventies or eighties came here, but compared with the guy who was talking big just now, there was no feeling of old age in the old man's eyes, and he vaguely revealed a feeling of being old and being slick.

It's like a fox that steals and hunts, cunning and makes you easily confused.

When some small fish and shrimp appeared, the hunter who knew the best time to attack decided to attack, like a cunning fox, or an old fox who had become a spirit.
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