Chapter 30 Board Crusher

In the afternoon, in Houston, at the Mosaic training base, some players were about to train and some were resting.

"Yao, do you know Kung Fu?"

Kevin Cato, who was taking a break, suddenly asked with some uneasiness.

Dayao, who was sitting next to him, was stunned and shook his head blankly.

"That's great."

Cato, who once had Yao Ming tie his shoelaces, was visibly relieved.

At noon, he noticed some news about the rookie Chinese center of the Knicks. The rookie refused the unspoken rules, refused to take off the shoes of the veteran, and even tore the veteran's closet with his hands and punched through the wall. His kung fu was so terrible that he was worried that Yao Ming would also learn kung fu and come back to settle the score with him in the future.

Francis came over with a basketball and asked with interest, "It's incredible. How did he tear the wardrobe apart with his bare hands? Oh, that's incredible. I still can't believe how it's possible for a person to tear the wardrobe apart with his bare hands without any tools."

Mobley also came over and said, "It's just media hype, don't take it seriously."

Dayao nodded and smiled: "It should be the media's hype. How can someone tear a wardrobe apart with bare hands?"

Cato suddenly cursed: "Damn rookie, damn liar, damn media, I thought it was true."

At this point, he took out a US dollar bill, threw it to Dayao and said, "Yao, go buy me a drink. I want apple juice from Ross Restaurant. They taste good."

Dayao's face twitched. He had bought food for Cato several times. It took 20 minutes to drive to that restaurant, and nearly an hour to go back and forth.

In the evening, after training, Yao Ming and translator Colin returned home. His parents and agent were there, waiting for him to have dinner.

His agent Zhang Mingji is his cousin. He built Team Yao for him and is in charge of his business affairs. He is very smart and capable.

As soon as he came back, Zhang Mingji said, "Dayao, did you notice the news about the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"I noticed that, it's quite impressive!" Yao Ming exclaimed.

"He does have good physical talent, but the media has given a very poor evaluation of his technical level, which is at the amateur level. His future is definitely not as good as yours." Zhang Mingji said in a very affirmative tone.

"Mingji, don't underestimate that young man. Skills can be developed, and talent is the most important factor in the NBA draft," said Yao's father, who is usually very silent.

Yao's mother nodded and said to Yao Ming, "It's not easy for a player to come out of our country. Yao Ming, contact him more often when you have time, and get along well with him. You can take care of each other in the future."

"I know, Mom." Dayao said hurriedly.

Zhang Mingji then said: "With He Zhongqiu's ability in playing basketball, even if he doesn't have any skills, he can still make a living with his talent.

But he doesn't accept the rookie rules in the locker room, and he is very likely to be rejected by the Knicks players."

"This kid might have a bit of a temper. Talented people tend to be arrogant. He might not understand the NBA's culture."

Yao's mother originally wanted to say "bad habits", but when she thought about her son also accepting the rookie's unspoken rules, she changed it to "culture".

Dayao said: "I heard about him from some domestic reporters. He was an abandoned child. When he was 13, his adoptive father died and he dropped out of school and lived in society."

"..."

Yao's father and mother were stunned.

At this time, Zhang Mingji added: "Americans believe in strength. Although they look down on Asians, and even more so on Chinese people, they may be able to overwhelm the Knicks' locker room with their incredible kung fu."

"Is it possible?" Dayao asked.

Zhang Mingji nodded and said, "It's possible, so I told you not to be so humble in the team. You should have a temper when you should have a temper, and show your skills when you should show your skills."

Yao's mother then said: "Dayao, when he comes to play on the 27th, please contact him in advance and invite him to your home.

It must not have been easy for this child to get to where he is today. He entered society at the age of thirteen, and he has only just graduated from elementary school. He must have suffered a lot in society, and it is very easy for him to have psychological problems. "

"Okay, Mom." Dayao said hurriedly.

Zhang Mingji said hesitantly, "Actually, Dayao, you and he are competitors."

"What am I competing with him for? Best Rookie?" Yao Ming asked puzzledly.

"For now, he is not eligible to compete for the best rookie. I mean... domestic business interests." Zhang Mingji said. Yao Ming and his parents looked at each other and shook their heads.

Yao's mother said, "Mingji, you can handle the business matters, but we can't do anything that hurts others.

As long as the child has the ability, what belongs to him is his, and we won’t snatch it away.”

……

That night, Philip told He Zhongqiu some of the media and online information he had collected, and then analyzed:

"Zhongqiu, I'm afraid you still have to continue to prove yourself with your strength. It's best to break a few more backboards so that they won't doubt your strength anymore."

"This is not a difficult task for me." He Zhongqiu laughed.

Philip added: "What you did in the locker room, well, the reaction was okay. Some people thought you did the right thing, and some people thought you should obey the rules."

"Fuck the rules."

He Zhongqiu said rebelliously.

Philip said excitedly: "But more people are only interested in your strength, your kung fu, and your fists. They are only interested in your punching through the wall and tearing the closet apart with your bare hands. They are not interested in the unspoken rules of the rookies in the locker room."

"Do they really believe that I can tear apart a closet with my bare hands and break a wall with one punch?" he asked in surprise.

Philip shrugged and said, "The vast majority of people don't believe it. They think it's a hype. Some NBA stars also don't believe it when they are interviewed."

"Well, that's because they don't have experience. I'll let them see it when I have a chance." He chuckled.

Philip encouraged, "That's how it should be. Mid-Autumn Festival, you should show off your strengths. The stronger the strength, the more respect you will receive."

He nodded and said, "Yes, I have also realized it these days. The United States is different from China. In China, you can pretend to be a grandson, which is modesty, but you can't pretend to be a grandson here. They will really think you are a grandson and will really treat you as a grandson, and then bully you like a grandson."

"You know, some people have given you some nicknames. Do you want to hear them?" Philip said excitedly again.

"Tell me about it." He Zhongqiu said with some interest.

"The first nickname is Board Crusher, and most people like it."

Philip then explained: "It is a kind of crusher, a machine that is specially used to crush wood boards and plywood cards."

"anything else?"

"Battering ram."

"What the hell is this?"

"You broke the wall with one punch, didn't you? A battering ram is a tool used to break down walls. It's a big hammer that swings in the air."

"Then I might as well be called Iron Claw King." He Zhongqiu complained.

"Where's Iron Fist?"

"not so good."

"Tear King?"

“Pass.”

"Eagle King?"

"No creativity."

"The best fighter in the NBA?"

"What a lousy name! Who did I hit? I am a person with demands. I want a great and glorious nickname, not one of those nicknames that show that people are not good people."

"Forget it, there's no rush for a nickname, you can think about it slowly. Anyway, Zhongqiu, you've already become famous, and many veteran players who have played for many years are not as famous as you, they will be jealous of you." Philip said excitedly.

(End of this chapter)