Chapter 23: Becoming your disciple means being your father

He Zhongqiu said to Xia Song proudly: "Brother Xia, he gave up. Please translate it for them to avoid people saying that I don't accept the unspoken rules of the locker room."

Xia Song said helplessly: "Zhongqiu, be careful that you will be isolated by others. After all, you are not an American. I have reminded you that the social status of Chinese people here is very low."

He Zhongqiu chuckled and said, "So I didn't do anything. I didn't beat him. I just took apart a wardrobe. If it were in the past, I would at least beat him half to death, and then convince him with virtue."

Xia Song was speechless. Under He Zhongqiu's insistence, he could only translate that sentence.

When the people in the locker room heard this, they all laughed bitterly. Although you didn't hurt Harrington's hair, you almost scared him to death. Would he dare to let you take off his shoes?
"This wardrobe is broken. It would be rude to let an old man use it. So, I will do my best to keep this broken wardrobe mine. What do you think?"

He Zhongqiu walked to the wardrobe that he had just smashed and further tested the bottom line of others.

This was an attempt to seize Harrington's position. Xia Song felt his face turn a little red, but he had to translate.

Hearing this, Harrington's eyes flashed with unwillingness, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Since the parties involved had no objection, no one else would object either, and Don Cheney and several other coaches didn't care, so the matter was settled.

Alan Houston wanted to object, but he didn't have the courage.

He Zhongqiu was very happy and felt that it was easy to get into the NBA. It seemed that he would not have to pretend to be a grandson anymore.

He felt that the people here lacked discipline and liked to follow old customs and bad habits. This needed to be changed. Only by getting rid of these old customs and bad habits could they become good young people who are useful to society.

When he thought of this, his heart warmed up and he felt that a sacred duty had been descended upon him. He had the responsibility to reform these guys.

"Ahem, stand up straight, everyone stand up straight, don't talk, be quiet." After organizing the praise, he shouted loudly with a stern look.

Xia Song didn't know what He Zhongqiu wanted to do, so he just translated it anyway.

Madman and other players didn't know what he wanted to do, but what happened just now had a strong deterrent effect on them, so they stopped talking immediately.

Don Cheney and several other coaches did not speak either. They only had the power to arrange tactics in the locker room. Managing the locker room was not their power. That was the responsibility and power of the locker room leader.

He Zhongqiu recalled how the instructors had taught them before, and said loudly: "In order to help you transform, I will teach you now. The content of this lesson is the five teachings, four beauties and three loves."

Xia Song’s eyes widened. He Zhongqiu, what do you want to do?
"You translate, Brother Xia. I'm teaching a class. I'm reforming them and helping them improve." He Zhongqiu urged.

"Oh... He is giving you a lesson now. The content is five lectures... that is... well, you guys just listen by yourselves."

Xia Song translated it in confusion.

"What does He want to do?" Alan Houston said very unhappily.

"Teaching? Was he a teacher before?" asked the madman.

"quiet!"

Seeing the madman and the king of China Investment whispering to each other, He Zhongqiu glared at them and shouted sternly.

Alan Houston felt embarrassed and angry. He was the boss, but he was scolded by a rookie.

At this time, all the players looked over. They all wanted to know whether Alan Houston dared to step forward to stop the ridiculous behavior of the rookie He Zhongqiu.

But they were disappointed. He Zhongqiu's behavior just now was too intimidating. Alan Houston couldn't muster up the courage at all. At the same time, he was not a strong person.

Seeing Alan Houston's blushing face, all the Knicks players knew that some changes would probably take place in this locker room in the future.

The madman didn't care. With Alan Houston around, he couldn't be the boss, and He Zhongqiu's behavior just now also had a huge deterrent effect on him.

Looking at the quiet locker room, He Zhongqiu's smile grew wider and wider.

The NBA is nothing, just like when he was a gangster in Yanjing, whoever has the bigger fist is the boss, that's the truth.

Xia Song felt it was ridiculous. He Zhongqiu, who had just arrived, actually made the team leader Alan Houston bow his head in the locker room?
At this time, He Zhongqiu started the class and said loudly: "These five things are about being civilized and polite... Our locker room is too uncivilized, with hidden rules. These are all outdated customs and habits. Don't do them anymore.

I have forgotten what the four beauties are. Let me first talk about the three loves. What are the three loves? Love for the motherland, love for socialism, and love for the Chinese Communist Party..."

Xia Song translated in a hurry. Some words were difficult to translate, such as "love the Chinese Communist Party". How could he translate it?

At this time, several people rushed in and interrupted He Zhongqiu's class. The leader was a few security guards, followed by Leiden.

Seeing that the locker room was quiet and there was no fighting, Reiden breathed a sigh of relief, but he immediately saw the dismantled wardrobe and the hole in the wall and was stunned.

"Who did this stupid thing? Why didn't I know that the locker room was being renovated? Even if it was being renovated, it couldn't be done during the game, right?" he said angrily.

"Well, Scott, this is it..."

Don Cheney pulled Redden out the door and told him what had happened.

"You said he used his hands..." Leiden's eyes almost popped out. "Yes, he used his hands. I suspect his hands are mechanical hands, or he is Tyson in disguise. Tyson once punched a hole in the wall." Don Cheney said.

Leiden thought for a moment and said, "This matter cannot be exposed, otherwise the media will definitely spread rumors and say that there is a quarrel in our locker room."

Don Cheney nodded and said, "This is your business. Warn every player."

"Whoever dares to tell others will be traded."

When Reiden said this, a hint of cruelty flashed across his face, and he said, "Harrington has no strength, how dare he let He take off his shoes? If such a person stays, it will only affect the unity of the locker room. We will find a chance to get rid of him later."

Tang Cheney nodded. Only one of Harrington and He Zhongqiu could stay. There was no need to consider who to stay.

The incident passed, but after this incident, He Zhongqiu's status in the locker room soared and no one dared to order him around.

Tang Cheney walked in and said to He Zhongqiu, "He, you play in the third quarter, but you need to pay attention to the rhythm. You don't have to enter the basket every round. You need to allocate your energy well.

I want you on the field at critical moments, and I don’t want to see Vin Baker running amok in our penalty area.”

"Okay, sir."

Xia Song translated it excitedly, and He Zhongqiu said happily.

"He, do you have a nickname?"

The madman came over and asked with a smile.

"He asked me if I had a nickname. Generally, everyone in the NBA who has some ability has a nickname," said Xia Song.

He thought about it, wavering between Iron Eagle King and Iron Claw King, feeling bad about both, and finally shook his head and said, "I don't have a nickname."

"Then you have to think of a nickname that highlights your characteristics," said the madman.

"He, is this Chinese Kung Fu?" Kurt Thomas asked.

"Yes," he nodded.

"Can you teach us?" Kurt Thomas asked eagerly.

"If you want to learn my Kung Fu, you must first learn the Five Morals, Four Beauties and Three Loves, and reform yourself. At least there can be no unspoken rules in the locker room, do you understand?" he said.

Zhongqiu, you are such a mess, Xia Song translated while holding back his laughter.

Madman and the others were all confused, but they all nodded immediately.

In order to save face, Alan Houston said, "In fact, no rookie likes unspoken rules. We were all rookies once."

"Then we, the Knicks, won't do that anymore," said Kurt Thomas.

"OK."

Everyone agreed. After all, if they didn't agree, who knows whose wardrobe He Zhongqiu would have to dismantle.

"Okay then. I'll find an auspicious day for you to become my disciple," he said.

"What is apprenticeship?" asked the madman.

"To become your disciple means to become your father. In other words, you need to give me a big red envelope as a gift, at least one million dollars, and then kneel down and kowtow to me. Once a teacher, always a father. From now on, I will have the same status as your father." he said.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, do we really need to turn over?" Xia Song asked.

"Of course I have to translate it. This is the rule for becoming an apprentice." He said seriously.

"Are you being fussy about conventions now?"

Xia Song muttered something and translated it as it was.

"Tsk, He, you still want to be my father, but I don't even know who my father is?"

"Go away, a million dollars? I don't have that yet."

"Hey, are you doing a stand-up comedy? So funny!"

"Hey, you're so funny!"

This stirred up a hornet's nest. One million dollars and I want him to be your son. Everyone started to shout in dissatisfaction.

It was halftime, and at the urging of the coaches, everyone rushed out of the locker room.

(End of this chapter)