I was determined to be bad, but I went straight to the Basketball Hall of Fame

Chapter 169 Pretend to be fake first (first update)
The pictures on the screen flow slowly, this is a warm story.

Little Siakam was born in Douala, a seaside city in Cameroon. His father was a professional athlete and is now the mayor of the town.

A good family education environment gave little Siakam the power to choose. His father hoped that he could inherit the mantle and become an athlete. The recommended project was basketball.

But the stubborn and rebellious little Siakam wanted to become a priest. He was sent to a seminary with strict discipline by his father.

However, the father did not give up his dream of making his child an athlete. He knew that his child was talented, but he didn't know how to go in the future.

Therefore, the father decided to use a special method to stimulate the child's inner enthusiasm for basketball. He chose to write letters to the 30 NBA teams.

They accidentally received a letter from an NBA team, inviting them to watch a game in the United States.

So, I came to Los Angeles, came to Staples, and watched the game between the Clippers and the Cavaliers.

Little Siakam was extremely excited, watching the Clippers win the game, the excitement of the game completely conquered him.

He decided to devote himself to basketball and set up entering the NBA as his dream.

The footage of the documentary is simple and simple, but also has a profound artistic conception. The simple but clean streets of Douala, rows of palm trees, white churches, blue sea, and black children.

In stark contrast to the bustling Los Angeles, it highlights the huge gap between dreams and reality, which is meaningful.

But Min Congda was full of question marks when he watched this documentary. Michael Key and Rachelle appeared in it. When did they film it?
Why was I not notified?
Min Congda appeared in this film, which is the famous scene where he yelled at the referee at a critical moment of the game, and then put the popcorn bucket on the referee's head.

"So these guys were filming behind my back at the time? I remembered that Ada called me that day and said that the team was going to hold some fan activities. Could it be this?"

"Why is this film shown at the charity dinner? What's the plan? What's the conspiracy?"

Min Congda felt that something bad must happen.

Because Silva's bald head has been staring at Min Congda with affectionate eyes.

It seemed that Min Congda was the protagonist of today's dinner.

Min Congda felt chills down his back. Could there be any good results from being the protagonist of a charity dinner?
what to do?Do you want to run?But how to run?Shit escape?

What a shame, Daddario is still there.

Bite the bullet and finish reading "The Special Guest".

The lights came on, there was applause, and Silva took the stage again.

"This is a story between the Los Angeles Clippers and an ordinary fan on the other side of the world. This story embodies the long-standing development spirit of the NBA, which is to value the wishes and ideas of every fan and make them a member of the NBA family .Now, let us invite the general manager of the Clippers, Mr. Smart-Min, to take the stage. He single-handedly led this far-reaching event. He is also the initiator and leader of this charity fundraising gala, because his With good deeds and suggestions, the NBA has decided to set up the African Children's Basketball Development Foundation to support more African children and participate in the big family of basketball and NBA!"

"Smart! Please come on stage and give us a speech!"

The spotlight hit Min Congda at once, and everyone else was dumbfounded.

I'm RNM, Silva you backstab me?Without notifying me?
How did it turn into a fundraiser when we agreed to come to eat?And whoever made this film you can find.

How did I become the initiator and the person who suggested it? Are you not talking nonsense.

Roaring in his heart, he tried his best to keep calm on his face.

Daddario looked at Min Congda with admiration.

She gently pushed Min Congda, and said, "Go up, good Smart."

Min Congda could only bite the bullet and go on stage. In the United States, such impromptu speeches and surprise scenes are considered a kind of culture.

Shaking hands with Silva on the stage, Silva said softly: "We want to give you a surprise. Mr. Stern has decided to nominate you for the Walter Kennedy Best Citizen Award, and you are the first to be nominated General manager."

When Min Congda heard it, what the heck, you still want to give me an award?

Best Citizen Award?I am not considered a citizen of the United States of America.

Forget it, it’s okay to say whether there is a reward or not, but now this fundraising is terrible.

How much do you want me to donate to catch the ducks on the shelves?

Why donate money, let African children play basketball?
Are you kidding me, can playing basketball have a way out?

Playing football and basketball is destined to be a golden way for a few people and a dead end for many people.

The good young people in Africa should devote themselves to national production and construction.

When the country is developed and rich, more and more people will naturally be able to engage in the sports they love out of work.

Playing football for all the people in this way will only make the youth of a country become a base for Western professional sports groups to plunder talents in the end.

It is very unfair to let a very small number of people become heroes at the top of the pyramid, and the vast majority of people become bones at the bottom of the pyramid.

Min Congda had thousands of words and truths in his heart, but in fact he just didn't want to donate money.

But the atmosphere has been heightened here, and people all over the place are staring at him.

Even if he said those great truths, it wouldn't change anything.

It's not bad to get some money to buy some good clothes and shoes for African children.

He can only comfort himself like this.

However, he couldn't swallow his breath when asked him to say something nice and flattering.

So Min Congda cleared his throat, stood in front of the microphone, and said: "More than 100 years ago, the Chinese were called the sick men of East Asia by white people in the West, because we didn't pay much attention to sports, we were invaded, robbed, and eroded by drugs. 60 Years ago, the Chinese stood up again, and our chairman put forward a slogan, 'Develop sports and strengthen the people's physique'. After 60 years of development, the Chinese have taken off the hat of the sick man of East Asia in all aspects."

"Now, the same problem is facing our African brothers in the third world. Poverty, hunger, and disease are invading the birthplace of mankind, and invading the people in the homeland of many African-American players in the NBA. Many of the people present today are Africans. Compatriots of ethnic origin, the descendants of your ancestors, brothers and sisters, suffer from frailty and illness, and live a precarious life. Your daily salary is their lifetime income. Your daily consumption is their lifetime labor. Enjoyment is their lifelong dream."

"My friends, how can we sit idly by? Let them sink into despair. How can we be indifferent, friends? See them hopeless. Ladies and gentlemen, how can we not contribute a little of our strength to To those who need help, light a lamp of hope in life? Let them have the motivation to stay away from illness, stay away from poverty, stay away from war, live with dignity, confidence, and health, and go through their lives!"

"Therefore, I suggest that everyone contribute their own strength to the foundation, donate the flame that ignites the lamp of hope! Make your own contribution to the beauty of the world! Thank you, thank you!"

After Min Congda finished speaking, warm applause broke out at the scene.

Min Congda's speech was concise, powerful and full of appeal.

Although everyone feels that something is wrong, it seems to have something to do with basketball, but it doesn't seem to have much to do with it.

Why do we Westerners say that you are the sick men of East Asia?Call us barbaric and rude, right?
But the atmosphere has come to this point, the impetus for the speech is huge, and everyone applauds with enthusiasm.

For a moment, Min Congda felt that he could run for the President of the United States, and his whole body floated up.

After coming down, Silva reminded him: "Smart, your speech was very good and touching. As the leader, you have to donate the first sum."

"Uh... how much is appropriate for me to donate?"

"The minimum standard is $[-]."

When Min Congda heard this, he almost fainted.

(End of this chapter)