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No matter how surging the Duke's heart is now, the eyes and language exchanges between Chen Feng and Hammond are definitely sparks.

Chen Feng has always been very dissatisfied with the old liar's way of bringing the two closer together, "Damn, when did you become my teacher?"

"If I don't have me, do you think you can handle that boy Chapin? If you were at the same level as you were two years ago, he would play you like an idiot with simple dribbling."

"Even if he can shake me away, do you think his speed can avoid my block? Not everyone is as evil as you are like a pervert!"

Chen Feng admitted that if he had to rely on himself to think about it on the street and play that game at the level of two years ago, he would have been confused by Chap's dribbling.

Especially Chapin's dribble under the crotch, it really makes people feel dazzled.

But Chen Feng would not be stunned by those fake moves, because he had the torture of the old liar in front of him on the court. Compared with Hammond, Chapin's dribble was less terrifying.

After three or four years of being on the street basketball court in the United States, Chen Feng has never seen anyone who can play basketball as well as an old liar.

Although this old guy is in his forties or fifties, even if he doesn't have a strong body, he can still use his elusive dribble and an outrageous shooting to destroy Chen Feng's nerves.

In a one-on-one single-handed challenge, Chen Feng often loses to this old guy's almost evil shooting accuracy.

If you dare not be careful, he can throw the ball into the basket unscrupulously outside the three-point line, leaving you feeling ashamed.

If you dare to follow him to defend, maybe you will be unable to find Bei with a fake move.

This has been the case in the past two years. Until two months ago, Chen Feng could not win a victory in a single challenge with his physical advantage, which made him so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

It was only after that game that the old liar told him that he would leave Texas and return to this steel-like New York metropolis.

"If you want to make yourself stronger, go to a more powerful place, rather than staying in this lonely star state that you have already stepped on."

Survival, dream. Although Chen Feng has been working hard for two years after his father's death, he has never given up on the dream of basketball.

Making money and repaying debts may be the most important thing in the past two years, but even playing basketball with an old scammer after a tiring job every day is his most relaxed moment.

When the basketball rubs against his palm, Chen Feng can always make his body excited involuntarily.

If you have any dreams you can't let go, maybe basketball is the only one in Chen Feng's life now.

It’s just that the gap between dreams and reality is a bit too big. There is no premature play in the high school league. Don’t expect those so-called basketball agents to run to the streets to look for any genius.

And not many people care about how famous you are on the street. For them, only the most intuitive data on paper is the most important one.

There are too many people in the United States who can play basketball. There may be so-called legends on the basketball court in every neighborhood, but there are very few people who can actually get into the NBA.

Even Alstom, who is known as the street emperor in And1, is just a second-rate player after entering the NBA.

You know, that guy has also appeared in the college league and is not a pure street gangster.

Even so, he had to learn to adapt to new rules from scratch in NBA.

So Chen Feng’s dream can only be a dream now, and reality is always a bit cruel.

Chen Feng and the old liar did not continue to argue. Hammond, who was still preparing to drink a drink, seemed to have a lot to say.

Chen Feng, who is used to fighting with old liars a few words every day, can only continue to be watched by himself. The work of being teased and shaking the wine pot has nothing to do with his dreams, but it is indeed a real life.

"Old friend, $1,500 per game, the price is actually not low. No one is more familiar with the street competition in New York than you, I can't drive higher."

The duke who walked to the corner of the bar said to Hammond with a serious expression, that this is the truth, and he must talk to this old friend very frankly.

"I know, and1 asks you to contact these wild guys. It's really not low to offer such a price. And I know you still have some advertising contracts, which are very commercial."

Hammond did not avoid the Duke's question, as the other party said, he was too familiar with the streets.

Whether it is the rules or tricks here, he knows it well, and no one can deceive him.

Even though he hadn't been on the streets of New York for four or five years, it was enough for him to return to his familiar life.

This is his territory. Whether he is old or not, he will always be the overlord of the streets of New York.

"Duke, you've watched that kid's game, just like what you see, you can't deny that he has extraordinary talent, right?"

When Hammond said this, he glanced at the guy who could play tricks on the shaking pot.

"I don't deny that such a strong guy is simply a killing machine. I guess no one can resist him and use his muscles to crush the inside."

Although the Duke only watched Chen Feng's performance for less than ten minutes, his experience was enough to judge the boy's potential, so he offered such conditions to invite Chen Feng to join and1.

"Man, if you really let that kid live on the street, don't you feel that it's a waste? At least I think it's a destruction of talent."

When Hammond said this, he felt a faint pride, perhaps because the bald boy was a beast he had cultivated.

"Joe, is there a better way? I haven't checked his foundation, played in high school, and went to college. He has graduated for a year. Do you still want him to go to NCAA?"

The Duke also knew that if you let a guy like Chen Feng continue to fight on the street, there would be little room for improvement.

But now it seems that joining And1 is at least a simple way to make him familiar with others. Maybe this will open another door for him, and maybe someone else will be able to see him in NBDL.

Or a street team with an agent background will absorb him, go to college to gilt for a year, and then participate in the NBA draft, which is a promising road.

"Joe, if he had been born a year earlier, he might have been able to catch up with the NBA's high school draft, but now that bastard Stein has blocked the road for high school students to enter the NBA, and he has not had any data in the official game. Do you think anyone will be interested in him when he goes to the draft?"

What the Duke said is true, and there is no need to hide anything between him and his old friends.

"I know what you said, so I took him from Texas to New York, but the streets were not his battlefield, and the group of people he fought with should be even more fierce."

"No one can stop that kid on the street, at least in the inside, no one can withstand his crush."

"It would be a huge waste to always let a main battle tank fight with a taxi."

After Hammond finished speaking, he patted the duke on the shoulder, "Old guy, the most charming thing about New York is the speed of his information spread. In one week, many hunters who smelled blood have come here. You are the local snake here, so you are the fastest, but I guess some people are coming soon, and they may bring more contracts or futures to that kid."

"Do youtube know? The video website that only came out last year has already put the kid's game video on it. In a week, it has nearly 300,000 views. I think there will always be some people who are interested to figure out the kid's origin."

The Duke realized that the old guy in front of him was as cunning as he did in the street competition.

youtube? Hell, that's what, the Duke found himself a little behind, and Hammond was like he used to mix in joints, and there were always all kinds of ways.

But Hammond may be right, letting that bald boy hang out on the street is really a waste.

When I came here, I didn’t want such a piece of uncensored jade to disappear into the chaos on the streets.

You know, this is New York, the most prosperous and chaotic metropolis. There have been countless stars on the street basketball courts, but not many of them can survive.

An old bastard like Hammond ended up falling into drugs. This is the case on the street. You never know what will happen in the next second.

The Duke doesn't want such a fierce guy to fall one day, so although the tour team of And1 is not the best choice, it can also give Chen Feng a fixed income.

It's always better than mixing in the streets and bars, where these places are always mixed with unknown days.

After drinking all the whiskey in front of me, the Duke felt the spicy taste buds, "Joe, if that kid didn't find a better place, my two-year contract will always be kept for him, at least that income will be much better than here."

"Just you said, maybe the streets shouldn't be the battlefield for that boy, he should have a bigger stage."

Although Hammond did not answer the Duke's anything, he nodded, with a little warmth in his eyes.

Although this fat man who looks a little vulgar is just an old ruffian on the streets of New York, he is always sincere when the Duke treats his friends.

However, Hammond was just thanking this old friend for his feelings. He didn't think that the contract would also sign Chen Feng's name.

Who is that bald boy? He is a personal disciple trained by the great "Destroyer".

How could that boy who was as fierce as a wild beast be trapped on the street and live a life of scattering?
Chapter completed!