My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 860 Follow me

In addition to providing the new president with a letter of appointment, the Basketball Association also signed an agreement with Qin Yuye to hire an external basketball coaching team.

The basketball association, which actually has very few members, does not get involved in directing the specific operations of the entire Olympic team; it is essentially "outsourced" to Dongsheng Sports Culture Company.

That's the advantage of small towns; everything is simpler and more direct.

Aside from large-scale strategies that cannot be compared to it, small, fast, and flexible strategies are still quite effective.

The real estate tycoon from the older generation was also invited over, and the three parties signed a construction agreement, and the land reclamation project began immediately.

Even after a busy afternoon, Lao Heng still wanted to treat the team members to a high-end hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui.

However, Wei Dong received Cheng Lang's request: "There will be plenty of time and opportunities in the future. They still have a process of getting used to and settling in."

I don't want these mainland players to be too shocked by the material disparity.

Actually, we went straight to Yuen Long after we left.

Tuen Mun and Yuen Long, which are often mentioned in Hong Kong movies, are rural areas in the western part of the region, while Sai Kung and Clear Water Bay in the east are considered remote.

In recent years, the key new development area in Hong Kong has been Sha Tin, which has been connected by the Lion Rock Tunnel, allowing direct access from Yau Tsim Mong.

Therefore, since the tunnel to Yuen Long is not yet open, people have to take a detour of more than 30 kilometers to get there.

After Wei Dong drove the Dodge minivan and Cheng Lang and Camp moved to the seaside house, they bought two more family cars.

For someone of Camp's height, only a minivan offers a comfortable and spacious ride.

Feng shui masters always come and go with a group of disciples and their followers.

It's perfect for storing players now.

Wei Dong personally drove them to the lessons: "After you get your Hong Kong temporary ID cards, go learn to drive. Of course, I suggest you all use a driver. Be sure to take good care of your bodies. Every finger and every muscle is a million-dollar asset."

These guys, who don't care about their bodies at all, are still not used to it.

There are plenty of people who can fill in if someone is injured or disabled; it's almost impossible to revolve around a particular genius.

Only in capitalist societies would everything be treated as an asset.

Kemp insisted on letting Wei Dong sit down, so he had to recline the passenger seat quite a bit, but he was already used to it. He turned around and grinned at his equally tall companions.

He lacked the ferocity he displayed on the court.

The others quickly put on smiles as well. Ma Jian could at least say hello, but he was clearly more outgoing than She Niu.

Lu Bin was still holding the map that Wei Dong had bought for each of them to help them find their way: "This way is Pengzhen, which I heard is a place of reform."

Sports training teams are basically like the Damo Academy, isolated from society. You don't need to know anything except how to train in your sport.

Many athletes end up knowing nothing after retirement, and that's why.

Wei Dong then asked the coach to start considering this aspect: "Currently, we have no rivals in Hong Kong. It would be pointless to have a professional team in such a small place. So this work will be done in two steps. The first step is to go all out for the Olympics. Everyone here, plus Hardaway who is studying at Citibank, will strive to win an Olympic medal. I even ask everyone to dream of winning the gold medal from the very beginning!"

When I was chosen yesterday, they only said that I would be doing some kind of task with Comrade Rang.

I never expected it to be an Olympic gold medal contest.
Even the national team would never dare to think like that!

Wei Dong broke down the goals: "From now until the Olympics next year, we will be competing in various tournaments to get back into shape. From Hong Kong and Guangdong to Southeast Asia, Asian countries, Europe, and the United States, we will be going everywhere to play high-level invitational tournaments and warm-up matches, from easy to difficult. We will use competitions as training to increase the intensity of our training and get our bodies into the best condition."

In reality, most national team players, especially those from strong teams, play in various leagues during the regular season, and are often fatigued or injured at the end of the season during the Olympics.

Wei Dong was well aware that the champion of this year's competition was Su Lian, who also followed the sports team model.

One theory is that the Citigroup broke the rule that NBA players cannot enter the Olympics after losing to Sullivan in the final.

In any case, when their strength is not overwhelming, the sports teams that are specifically preparing for various major competitions are actually in better condition.

Whether HK's semi-commercial, semi-professional new sports team model will work remains to be seen, leaving Wei Dong with no choice but to gamble.

The five mainland players and coaches listened attentively, but Lu Bin still asked, "What's the second step?"

Wei Dong wasn't entirely clear on the details either: "In two or three years, we'll build that magnificent basketball arena, and you'll be the owners of the arena. We'll invite top teams from around the world to play every year. Ten years from now... after the handover, we hope to participate in the national league as a professional HK team. In short, we want to turn the basketball arena into a tourist attraction that people all over the country love, and a sport that all young people in HK love."

Just hearing that they could return to China to play in the professional league, the young men nodded vigorously and said yes repeatedly.

Wei Dong reminded him: "But by then there should be a professional league. People's lives will be like this: they go to work, play ball, and have ordinary families after get off work. You will be like this in Hong Kong in the future. You will have to learn to drive, cook, do laundry, etc. If you have a girlfriend or are married, you can try to bring your loved one over."

The group was shocked again. Having a lover was a minor matter; the military generally didn't allow casual relationships. The real issue was having to cook for themselves, since everyone ate in the canteen.

Wei Dong could only proceed slowly: "You'll live in my house for now, but eventually you'll all have to move out and earn money to buy your own houses..."

Everyone was shocked again. Wasn't this supposed to be room allocation?
Housing reform has clearly not yet spread to sports teams.

Kemp tried his best to twist his body, as if he really wanted to understand what they were saying.

Wei Dong had no choice but to coax him as well: "We came here today to eat at a restaurant that is said to be owned by the God of Cookery in Hong Kong, Wave Bay!"

Camp clearly regretted not being able to bring the country girl to eat; his expression practically screamed that he'd rather take the leftovers home. Then Cheng Lang's van led the way, with the SUV and the two cars behind it all disappearing into the narrow, run-down streets of Yuen Long.

Although I jokingly said that Cheng Lang insisted on asking if he would arrange for executioners to come to Yuen Long, I still felt that if something happened, there would be nowhere to run.

It's one of those old restaurants in the old streets and alleys of Hong Kong, with a small storefront downstairs and you have to go upstairs.

There are also parking attendants at the entrance who can help hide your car if you don't know where. This is considered a new job for gangsters and also one of the main signs for each gang to mark their territory.

Qin Yuye and Shen Cuiyue were overjoyed as they got off the small off-road vehicle. They talked about how they had eaten here a few times with their older brother when they were young, which led everyone upstairs.

Wei Dong watched with a smile as he watched what other tricks Cheng Lang had up his sleeve.

Cheng Lang pointed to a dilapidated shop across the street: "Go there to talk to the boss, and have him go with you."

Wei Dong was dumbfounded. He looked around at the surroundings and then craned his neck to look at the shop: "This is Hong Kong. I don't speak Cantonese yet. I need to call Xiao Qin down, and who should I call to come with me?"

Cheng Lang shook his head: "Only the boss himself can do it. Only if you are his boss can you make him work for you loyally. You'll understand when you see it."

Wei Dong originally wanted to call two Taoist priests to follow, but then he thought that they weren't Cheng Lang's men. Only Shi Tou silently followed behind and crossed the road.

The shops are very common on the streets of Hong Kong. The central street in Yuen Long is similar to the old residential area in Yau Tsim Mong.

The old and dirty shop in the corner was hidden under the stairs. Wei Dong frowned and went over to take a look. It was full of all kinds of scrap and second-hand goods.

He frowned even more. He had seen similar places in Shangzhou thirty years later. What could a scrap collector do?

But following the advice of the top-notch feng shui master, he still asked, "Is someone mooing?"

Anyway, I can't speak Cantonese, but I can still speak it haltingly with an accent. I guess that's some experience I gained from traveling around as a salesperson.

Then a figure emerged from the darkness in response: "Yes, yes..."

This made Wei Dong understand instantly.

A large, dark-skinned man, strong and powerful, with a full beard and a big belly.

They are clearly of South Asian descent.

The lower classes and South Asia—this is the kind of manpower that even Hong Kong gangsters would avoid recruiting.

Cheng Lang said that Wei Dong should have someone help him with the dirty work.

What can this greasy, pot-bellied South Asian man do?
The worst part is that we can't communicate verbally.

But at this point, Wei Dong still chose to trust Cheng Lang, not wanting to lose face in front of him.

They considered this a test.

Thinking it over, he pulled out a Hong Kong map that he almost always carried with him from his jeans pocket, propped it up against the wall, pointed to the old pier in the city center: "Mine!"

He carefully drew circles along the nearly one-kilometer-long pier, including the typhoon shelter waters in front, emphasizing the empty water surfaces, and then picked up a pen to draw some small boats on them, especially crane boats: "They're all mine!"

Then, pointing to the surrounding junk and trash, and then to the painted boats and cranes: "Yours! Do you want it?!"

I remember when I was bored in the security room, I showed Weidong a comic book that a kid from the elementary school next door had lost. It was about a scrap collector who was tricked by a conman into buying a rusty Eiffel Tower.

In any case, Wei Dong felt that what he was doing was similar to that of the swindler.

He was mainly observing the greasy South Asian man's reaction; he was definitely not stupid, and he was trying his best to understand by following the man's gestures.

The look in his eyes around thirty years old wasn't one of cunning and defensiveness, but rather one of trying to understand something.

Just then, Wei Dong turned his head and saw a neat pile of old newspapers in one corner. He immediately went over and searched through them. Sure enough, he found news about the Hong Kong basketball team winning the Asian championship and going to play in the Olympics on the brand new, recent dates. He also found his own name on the list, especially the nice airport photos of him and his seniors returning from Beijing the day before yesterday.

Newspapers, even in Hong Kong, are of such poor printing quality these days; you're lucky if you can even make out the outline.

Wei Dong pulled out the newspaper, pointed at himself, and said, "Myrem, Bozi Dong!"

The other party understood immediately, and their expression became much more humble.

Just kidding. No matter how bad the senior is, he is still one of the top richest people in Hong Kong. Even if Wei Dong walks out alongside him, he will still be the focus of news gossip.

Wei Dong stopped wasting time and gestured, "Buddha's Rice..."

Having been to Citibank two or three times, I've had my share of experiences in Southeast Asia, Hong Kong, and Japan, where I've often had to stutter and use single words to communicate with people.

The scrap collector followed without hesitation.

He gestured for Wei Dong to cross the street and go to the upscale restaurant across the street, and he even tugged at his old undershirt.

It's not surprising that Wei Dong was able to trick Cheng Lang, who was standing with two Taoist priests waiting in front of the wine stairs, into coming out.

He nodded with an air of otherworldly wisdom and spoke in Cantonese: "I am Cheng Lang from Causeway Bay. It is your honor to be able to follow you, Boss."

(End of this chapter)