Chapter 258: I think you need my help now

When Fan Xi saw Yao Ming again, Da Yao was sweating in the swimming pool. His body had lost two full circles, and he had made arduous efforts on the road of weight loss. Tenacious willpower allowed him to overcome many difficulties.

The training team told Fan Xi that Yao Ming only needed to overcome psychological fear to return to the court.

They indicated that Yao Ming's recovery speed exceeded their imagination.

Fan Xi never thought Yao Ming needed to overcome any fear. Yao Ming had walked to this day, and his courage and responsibility were something these Western trainers couldn't understand.

Although stress fractures were a very torturous thing for willpower.

But Fan Xi thought that as long as Yao Ming felt he was ready, he could return to the court at any time and make excellent contributions.

"How does the winter pool feel?"

Fan Xi joked: "Your training is much harder than Derrick Rose's."

Derrick Rose was in another room, with two Indian girls teaching him to practice yoga.

It looked fragrant and colorful.

This was perhaps the reason why Rose had been staying in Los Angeles for training and delayed his recovery plan until February next year.

The Chicago Bulls fully agreed with Rose's recovery plan and didn't force their team doctor to participate. His sponsorship team also provided all-around support. After all, Rose was now the most appealing basketball superstar under Adidas. It is worth mentioning that after Adidas acquired Reebok, Yao Ming also became a member of their team.

This was why there were so many Adidas staff in this training camp.

The news that Yao Ming was about to make a comeback with the Clippers had almost become an open secret. Not only were Los Angeles media speculating about this, but domestic media were also exploring it as the biggest thing in the basketball circle.

Yao Ming and Fan Xi were the best interior and exterior in the history of Chinese basketball, and all compatriots were looking forward to them working together in the NBA, the highest hall.

If they formed, the Clippers would undoubtedly become the mother team of Chinese fans.

Donald Sterling had long been happy. He was very concerned about Yao Ming. He knew too well what kind of explosive growth two Chinese players could bring to the market value. The Rockets' boss, another miser in the NBA, relied on Yao Ming to turn ten times.

If Yao Ming arrived, the Clippers' market value in Asia would be far ahead... far exceeding the second place. In fact, it was already the case currently, and Yao Ming's arrival would step on the gas for this trend.

Interestingly, the Rockets ran over to persuade Yao Ming, instilling some "from beginning to end" ideas into Yao Ming, hoping to use morality that even they didn't believe in to kidnap Yao Ming.

However, the effect was minimal.

Yao and his team politely declined them.

Their interest in returning to Houston was far less than joining the Clippers.

"I can't compare with him. He is the hope of the Chicago Bulls, and he needs some rigid and flexible energy."

Yao walked out of the cold water, his tall body shivering. After coming out of the water, Fan Xi could feel his weight loss effect even more. His figure was even a bit like his posture in the second or third year of entering the league, but... Chinese people have a very bad physiological phenomenon: once a person gets fat, even if weight loss is very successful, the face rarely gets thin. Yao's face was still a bit fat.

Fan Xi smiled.

Although Yao Ming was joking, it was actually the truth.

Fan Xi didn't want Yao to follow the old path of Houston. For the Clippers, Yao's role next was a supplement in the paint, used to enrich the tactical system.

It was impossible to let him carry the team forward again.

After all, the little giant was no longer young. If he had another stress fracture, his career would really end there.

"When can you make a comeback? Christmas is coming soon, and those guys from the Lakers are holding back to give me a fat beating." Fan Xi chatted with Yao Ming.

Speaking in his mother tongue in a foreign country brought Fan Xi rare relaxation and closeness.

The middle-aged little giant smiled and said: "Does the Playboy Duke still need my old man's help? You just go *ka-ka* and the miracle comes, right?"

"It's not easy to handle. The Lakers' foundation is indeed strong. With so many superstars gathered together, there are no shortcomings. Moreover, you don't want Bynum to be rampant in our paint, right?" Fan Xi looked at the little giant, bewitching him: "In all of Los Angeles, only you can deal with him."

The high hat was put on directly.

Yao Ming didn't take the bait: "Before Christmas, a comeback is a bit hasty. Wait, wait again."

"Hurry up."

Fan Xi urged. "I'll go to Rose's place to turn around."

The little giant watched Fan Xi walk away and smiled. How could he not know that Fan Xi was building confidence for him, helping him make a comeback faster. Did the Clippers really need Yao Ming? Yes, but not so urgently.

The reason Yao Ming wanted to recover for a longer time was his consistent high standards and strict requirements for himself. He hoped that he could play a role as soon as he went on the court, instead of mixing days with the team.

Rose also felt quite "happy and forgetting to return" at this time. He was training very well here, with Dr. Laisi and Chen Ye responsible for his treatment and rehabilitation.

Dr. Laisi provided professional medical assistance, while Chen Ye took Rose to practice some rigid and flexible combination, yin and yang coordination.

With Chen Ye's background, his "academic" lectures in this regard could bluff these black people.

In contrast, the little giant was more willing to accept the suggestions of Western sports authorities, weight loss, exercise in water, and protection of knees and ankles.

Rose accepted Chen Ye's plan, practicing some health-preserving Tai Chi, and doing yoga... used to maintain his body activity.

Undoubtedly.

Chen Ye's Tai Chi was very authentic. It did have the effect of promoting blood circulation and strengthening the body. Rose finished a set of boxing, sweating profusely, light as a swallow, and he liked this feeling. At the same time, yoga also made his control over his violent physical quality more perfect.

No matter how those sports authorities said Chen Ye's training plan was absurd and had no scientific thinking.

But Rose trusted Chen Ye very much, because his body wouldn't lie.

His recovery was very good. Under Dr. Laisi's professional operation, his ligament healing speed was fast, and his athletic ability was also recovering rapidly. This obviously also had Chen Ye's credit.

"Jack, I finally know why you became stronger after being injured." Rose spoke to Fan Xi excitedly.

Fan Xi raised his eyebrows, waiting for Rose's second half.

"You have a perfect assistant. Chen Ye is too amazing. He is the best rehabilitation therapist I have ever seen. He and his girlfriend Dr. Laisi will definitely become the first choice for NBA players. I feel that my body function is not only recovering but also improving, and my control over my body talent is increasing day by day."

"Jack, my peak is coming soon."

Rose said excitedly.

Looking at the excited and enthusiastic Rose, Fan Xi was also very happy. He wasn't the kind of person who couldn't see others doing well. Even if his grievances with LeBron James were so deep, when he saw James continue to improve this season, his heart was more excited than worried. He always believed in a truth: *One flower blooming alone is not spring, a hundred flowers blooming together is a full garden. *

Only when the opponent is stronger can the strongest self be forced out.

Why was Michael Jordan the god of basketball? Because there were too many superstars in his era, but he still suppressed the entire era.

Fan Xi very much wanted to become the master of this era, so he hoped the more opponents he had, the better, and the stronger, the better.

"If you can better control your body, I think you need to change your playing style slightly. You have too many technical movements..."

Fan Xi hadn't finished speaking.

Rose patted his chest and indicated: "Jack, Chen told me. I have already understood the true meaning of Tai Chi. Between breathing, tension and relaxation, yin and yang harmony is the way to win. I will let my body relax, tense, and switch freely. I won't be like before, just moving forward blindly. Being too rigid is easy to break; this is the truth Chen taught me."

Fan Xi looked at him with admiration.

He didn't expect Rose's playing style to be corrected by Chen Ye.

After Rose returned to the court, wouldn't Chen Ye and Dr. Laisi become the hottest rehabilitation therapists in the NBA?

This... was really beyond Fan Xi's imagination.

On a rare rest day in the busy season, in the morning, Fan Xi came to visit Yao Ming and Rose, and in the afternoon, he and Lu Yuan went to Sterling's office to visit him.

Just as his assistant Thomas said, neither Fan Xi nor Lu Yuan had any doubts about the promise made by Sterling.

The thinking of Chinese people is indeed somewhat different from that of Americans; they attach more importance to promises.

Moreover, at Donald Sterling's age, he would definitely die first. At that time, his family would inevitably sell the shares in his hands. At that time, Fan Xi only needed to take out this agreement, and he could naturally get the Clippers' shares.

Fan Xi was a person with strategic determination.

So, after consulting with Lu Yuan, he modified the definition in the contract. As long as the shares under Sterling's name needed to be sold, Fan Xi had the power to purchase them at the current market value.

At the same time, Lu Yuan also called the most famous law firm in Los Angeles to witness.

Donald Sterling didn't hesitate and agreed completely.

Because he felt he couldn't sell his shares. Even if someone pointed a gun at his forehead, he wouldn't sell.

Both sides quickly signed this contract.

Sterling even invited Fan Xi and Lu Yuan to stay for dinner, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

However, after a Mexican girl broke into the office, it broke this calm.

This girl was obviously in a lover relationship with Sterling, and her arrival was to claim alimony.

In the upper-class society of the United States, such low-class things often happen.

The Lakers' Old Bas was a playboy when he was young. He had too many lovers in Hollywood. He was generous and had good popularity, so many women, including female stars, were willing to play with him.

In contrast, Sterling was much stingier in this regard, and he even had an even stingier wife, so he always got into such messy things.

Fan Xi and Lu Yuan left Sterling's office awkwardly.

"Perhaps, you should teach him some balance laws, Jack. If you are willing to write a book about falling in love, there will definitely be booksellers willing to spend 10 million to buy your distribution rights. It will definitely become a bible for men."

Lu Yuan joked with Fan Xi.

Fan Xi rolled his eyes at him and said: "If I tell you that I have never used any means on any woman, do you believe it? I have always been very passive."

*Cough, cough, cough. *

Lu Yuan coughed violently and said: "Jack, the way you lie is so charming. No wonder so many goddesses are fascinated by you."

Fan Xi was too lazy to talk to him more.

"Jack, the sponsors in Korea are too fierce. The price they give is simply killing. I suggest you focus on going to Korea next summer. They are too rich; they are simply smashing us with money."

"Jack, I have always thought that you falling in love is not doing your proper work and is consuming your own image. But after this incident, I found that falling in love is doing business. Who would have thought that you could earn so much money by falling in love with a Korean female star?"

"Why don't you go to Japan and find another girlfriend?"

Lu Yuan was talking more and more nonsense.

The two sat in the business car and hurried back.

Not long after they left, Magic Johnson came over. He was also looking for Sterling.

He wanted to talk to Sterling about the trade.

When he walked into Sterling's office, Sterling had just scolded the Mexican girl away. This miser had fallen out with the Mexican girl, and he was unwilling to give her a penny, and even threatened to find a lawyer to take back the luxury gifts he gave to the girl.

Rich people fighting such lawsuits are accurate, often playing for free.

The Mexican girl left, but Sterling was restless, without a trace of the joy of victory.

At this time, Magic Johnson walked in.

The two had some friendship before, including in the business field. Magic was a very successful entrepreneur. He had many businesses in the California area. Although his reputation in the business field wasn't as big as another MJ relying on the Jordan brand, in fact, his net worth wasn't much lower than Jordan's.

The two were familiar with each other.

Then, Magic Johnson went straight to the point and told Sterling that he hoped Sterling would help him.

"I hope you publicly refuse Dwight Howard. I know you don't need him. If you refuse him, they will reach an agreement with us."

"As a price, we are willing to raise the price for you in the matter of trading Griffin."

"Although we are competitors, we are also friends in the same city. We should make the basketball cake bigger in Los Angeles and turn the City of Angels into a City of Basketball, so we can all make a lot of money..."

Magic Johnson hadn't finished speaking when Sterling slapped the table and asked him to get out.

Sterling was furious. Magic's tone reminded him of the Mexican girl who demanded too much.

He hated it extremely: *Everyone treats me as a sucker. Why should I cooperate with you? I want to be the only one! Who is making a cake with you? I can't finish it, I'll pack it and take it away. *

Magic was kicked out, and he was shut out.

Very uncomfortable.

He thought his friendship with Sterling could be discussed. After all, the Clippers only needed to publicly refuse, and they didn't want Howard themselves, so there was no loss at all. He could provide real help, letting Griffin exchange for what the Clippers needed.

Isn't it good to get what each needs?

Magic thought he was much smarter than Jean Bas.

But he stuck his hot face on a cold butt.

He was very angry.

Also very depressed.

When he walked out of Sterling's office and walked downstairs angrily.

Suddenly a Mexican girl blocked his way. She asked Magic: "Earvin, remember me? I think you need my help now."

... ===== CHAPTER 259 =====