My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 777 Seafood in Swill
They were mostly Black guys wearing all sorts of random tank tops, T-shirts, and shorts.

The amateur team's match, which seemed rather languid on the gleaming parquet floor, saw players constantly being substituted in and out.

The competition wasn't very intense, and there was hardly any teamwork; players mostly just freely displayed their own characteristics on the court.

Some are tall and have long arms, able to dunk with just a slight tiptoe under the basket; some can hit three-pointers from a hundred paces away; and some have dazzling dribbling skills.

But there weren't many people paying attention in the surrounding stands.

Instead, various media outlets were preparing to conduct interviews and move around.

The black guy who said he had $500 explained that all the promising stars that the draft could be considered for had already been going to various teams to promote themselves a month or two in advance, or even longer. Some teams had also invited them to come and showcase their talents. These were basically guys who had not been drafted, trying their best to come and showcase their talents again to see if anyone would give them a chance.

Wei Dong was suddenly reminded of his memories: "Yes, yes, trials, those are called trials. Actually, scientific team management isn't just about making decisions on a whim. It involves conducting assessments and tests beforehand, analyzing what your team lacks, then selecting combinations from among the newcomers, and even deciding on a yearly strategy based on your team's true strength: whether to tank or fight for victory..."

Qin Yuye exclaimed in amazement, "Honey, you know everything!"

Wei Dong couldn't help but show off: "This is a purely commercial sports league, just like our private companies. They adjust the rules to make money. There's no promotion or relegation in the league, but the worst-performing team gets a first pick in the draft, which ensures that the strong don't always get stronger... Damn, I suddenly realized that this theory also applies to the scale of our companies. Capitalism also understands that a single dominant player has no future. I need to think about it, really think about it."

Honestly, even Wei Dong, an ordinary NBA fan who has enjoyed watching the game for many years, had never thought of this level of understanding.

When I was selling cured meat, I never thought about it, but now that I'm in a different situation, I have to start thinking about it, and it's become a kind of analogy.

Qin Yuye was, after all, a twenty-year-old high school graduate. She had gained some knowledge from her family and was completely captivated by her husband's tendency to think macroscopically.

When he was at JPMorgan Chase, he was also Morgan Stanley.

Yes, these two famous financial investment institutions were once one entity, wielding global influence in Manhattan's financial district, but were broken up because they were too powerful.

Yesterday, when Apple staff submitted various financial institutions, these two companies were also mentioned, which prompted Weidong to casually inquire about them.

He used to think that the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and that anyone who became too powerful as a capitalist and monopolized the market would be dealt with by state agencies, which he considered a unique feature or even an advantage.

So capitalism does this too.

When Steve saw the sound card, he joked that he wanted to demand exclusivity but was worried about being accused of monopolistic practices.

This shows that everyone has this concern.

Wei Dong then rested his chin on his hand and fell into deep thought.

In exactly four years, his path to success was actually guided by the correct direction through the "Sky Eye" (a Chinese telescope), choosing those successful practices that had been proven in developed regions, coastal areas, Hong Kong, Japan, and North America.

That's why he and Chi Shiming hit it off immediately; that guy was a miniature version of him.

The fact that its current overly strong rise in the mainland is being suppressed is not because anyone is backward in their thinking, but simply because of an instinctive aversion to monopolies.

Those who come from tax authorities don't think that the market will wither because the rich are suppressed. They believe that it's the environment and the times that make the market active. They think that the suppression of the rich gives ordinary people more opportunities. Those who clamor about this are just idiots incited by the rich.

Now I need to follow this line of thought and see how Citibank's billionaires deal with the monopoly allegations.
Without realizing it, he had indeed developed a kind of sovereign-level thinking.

Even though he lacks theoretical knowledge, he has already reached this level of expertise.

As these thoughts swirled in my mind, a completely different figure suddenly appeared in my unconscious gaze.

That's tall, probably two meters!

He's also strong; he looks like a muscle-bound giant, full of power!
Look at the young people on the field. Those who are tall and haven't been chosen yet are either as skinny as noodles and fly away with a single bump, or too clumsy like hippos and panting for breath after running back and forth.

This figure is just right, even leaning towards the middle.

So when you encounter defensive contact under the basket, you either have to pull off a reverse dunk to finish the job, or you can smash through big muscles and still dunk!

It's basically that kind of showy dunk, all kinds of dunks!

As if accompanied by background music, his explosive dunk drew everyone's attention.

Watch him swing on the basketball hoop.

Upon landing, he didn't forget to end with an exaggerated emoji, arrogantly pointing at the guy he had just punched in the face, saying he was just as annoying as Brother Crow!

Even Qin Yuye, who used to barely watch basketball games and was only there to show off with her husband and take selfies for her WeChat Moments, was amazed and covered her mouth in surprise.

It was a dazzling display of human physical talent at its peak; anyone who didn't understand football could see it.

Wei Dong watched closely. This figure's control over basketball, besides the most direct slam dunks, also included a wide range of body movements and ball handling skills. He had a mid-range shot, and when he was in high spirits, he could run a fast break and use dribbling and various feints.

Holy crap, this guy is an all-around talent monster, there's no way he ended up here without being drafted.

With so many scouts and team managers, how could they let this guy go? He immediately turned to ask the guy next to him what was going on with the five hundred dollars.

It was good that they received the money, and knowing that the person was a big shot staying in a high-end hotel, they immediately got up to inquire about him.

Wei Dong frowned deeply, trying to figure out who this person was.

Unfortunately, the other party was as black as the bottom of a pot. Even from dozens of meters away, all I could see was the white of their eyes; everything else was completely blurry.

Qin Yuye clung to him tightly, gesturing as he bounced: "I kind of understand what you mean. Taking this guy to play basketball and perform in various parts of Southeast Asia, selling products and cars, will definitely attract a lot of attention. The whole of Hong Kong will flock to our basketball arena to watch him. My god, your idea is amazing, and you thought of this before the Spring Festival, right? My god, you're a genius!"

Dong Xueqing used to be a chatterbox with a lot of emotional value, but now that she's a mother, she's become more quiet and composed. On the contrary, the Hong Kong girl who used to like to act like a well-bred lady has shed all her pretenses.

Wei Dong was naturally very proud, covering his mouth and whispering, "To put it bluntly, it's a bit like a zoo, but that's the effect. You have to remember that the purpose of business is to sell more things. It's not that you can sell just because your product is good. You need to have enough exposure opportunities. That's how advertising comes about. But the essence of advertising is traffic and popularity. Sound cards have benefited from the traffic and popularity of Apple computers. They complement each other. Selling cars is the same principle. So even if we come to help Chrysler sell cars, we are confident that we can achieve good results."

Qin Yuye immediately became excited: "Then I'll talk to them about this when we get back?"

Wei Dong was a genuine, cunning old man in his sixties. Even if he wasn't this cunning before, the way of thinking of an old man of decades was different from that of a young man: "Don't rush. This president is very ambitious and cares a lot about his reputation. He's also so old that he can't stay in office for long. If we step forward to help sell the goods now, we'll be doing him a favor. A successful partner with deep pockets is not a good thing for us. Take Apple as an example."

Qin Yuye excitedly wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his face repeatedly: "I love it! I love this feeling of secretly plotting against someone from the sidelines, hehehe..."

Let Wei Dong give a reluctant response.

Actually, I felt secretly thrilled as I slid into the folding chair.

But my wife's enthusiasm in getting me on the saddle was just too much, especially since I was wearing a short skirt!

Even in the sweltering summer heat, in a stadium with tens of thousands of people in full view, there are still hundreds or thousands of people coming and going.

Thankfully, the five hundred yuan had been brought back diligently. Qin Yuye, her face flushed, quickly hid her face against her husband's shoulder and ear, her burning face pressed against him. "Don't shake me!"

Wei Dong felt like he was panting heavily: "Wait, wait, wait, wait?"

It really forced him to speak a foreign language.

Five hundred yuan is nothing new to this kind of big spender who's obsessed with getting feverish. He sat close to her affectionately and barked.

Qin Yuye happened to translate in his ear: "Seventeen years old, he's a high school student from the neighboring state of Indiana, but he was just caught stealing from a supermarket and expelled. He's in the juvenile delinquency rehabilitation period and cannot participate in the NBA draft."

Wei Dong suddenly realized that this was similar to how disgraced celebrities in China were later barred from appearing in public. Ordinary people who committed crimes could reintegrate into society, but celebrities shouldn't even think about doing it.

Public figures serve as role models for social values ​​and should not mislead the overall social values.

Capitalism also cares about the development of spiritual civilization.

Wei Dong immediately had an idea: "Okay, okay, oil dog set set..."

When Qin Yuye heard him insist on talking to people in his unusually broken English, without letting her show her emotional expression, the feeling in her heart immediately made her clench her arms tightly, squeezing out Wei Dong's tongue!

Five hundred watts out of nowhere?

I could only vaguely hear the rich man's wife say, "Go ask around, if he comes with us during this reformation period... to make money, we're the Chrysler Asia general agent, how much... can we give him?"

The last three characters are, of course, in Chinese.

Let Wei Dong be a competent businessman. Look at the five hundred yuan: "How much do players who can't make it to the NBA earn now, like those in the reserve team or the G League?"

I've been here for over half a month and I've watched the finals.

He still knew that the highest-paid player in the NBA right now was that guy with AIDS, earning $300 million a year, making him one of the very few superstars.

Jordan had just finished his rookie contract and received his first high-paying $85.

Of course, his signing of a five-year, $250 million endorsement deal with Nike right from the start of the draft has long been a well-known story.

I don't know about the other small fry.

As a result, Qin Yuye and Wu Baikuai both asked about the Development League, and then Qin Yuye shook his head: "What Development League? If you can't get selected, you can't get selected. You're nothing. You can go play in other leagues. The better mainland leagues pay about 1500 a month. The worse ones like the NBA only give a symbolic amount. Most people participate at their own expense. The goal is to get more exposure and maintain their form, hoping to be picked up by the NBA. Even if you only play a short-term contract for ten days, you can earn 20,000 to 30,000, which is enough to last a year."

The couple were shocked. Holy crap, is it really that cruel?

It truly is the difference between heaven and hell.

Five hundred dollars clearly knows everything around the basketball arena: "Even the worst bench player in the NBA earns $15 a season, which is twenty times that of the continental league and much better than the average person. That's why so many people want to get in. Even if they don't get a chance in the draft, they still try their best to show their skills. Kemp probably has the same goal. Even if he can't play, he can still become a familiar face and let people know he exists."

At this point, Qin Yuye finally paused and asked in detail about what Camp was.

(End of this chapter)