Bai Qiang's ability is not only reflected in statistics, but the vitality he brings to the team on the court and the pressure he brings to his opponents cannot be ignored.
As far as the game against the Lakers is concerned, if Bai Qiang hadn't elbowed James out of the court, the Nets would have easily won the victory. This is all unknown!
Therefore, converting Bai Qiang's contract into a regular contract is a sure-profit deal.
The big problem the Nets currently face is insufficient salary space.
They can only guarantee to keep Bai Qiang for one year. Whether or not to renew the contract depends on his future competitive status——
After the average player signs a big contract, he will immediately start to mess up, and his performance will become worse day by day. He is a pure scammer.
Therefore, the management will not pay a high luxury tax in order to retain Bai Qiang, at least not for now!
"Hi! Bai... your condition is really getting better and better. You have successfully demonstrated your dominance."
"I think you will surpass Dayao in the following seasons!"
Marx flattered Bai Qiang and couldn't stop praising him one after another.
The Nets have three giants in charge and will not need to train new players for at least the past three years.
Although Durant, Harden and Ou Shenxian clearly proposed to the management: keep Bai Qiang, the team needs him!
But in the face of interests, how can the management listen to the players' unilateral remarks.
Bai Qiang was not polite. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and said:
"Sean, you look down on me too much when you say that. I have already surpassed Dayao!"
Don't you like to flatter me? Then go ahead and flatter me. Today I give you this opportunity.
"Hmm... Bai, I was blind! You have unlimited potential and will become the face of the NBA in the future!"
In order to retain Bai Qiang, Marx had to lower his condescending attitude and bow to him.
"Sean, you called me here today because of my contract!"
Bai Qiang didn't beat around the bush with the general manager and went straight to the point.
"Well... you already know, yes, let's talk about your contract!"
After Marx answered Bai Qiang's questions, he began the brainwashing work.
"Bai, Brooklyn has the strongest Big Three lineup in the league, and the exposure is self-evident. If you stay here, you will quickly gain many fans, and you will win the championship trophy without any surprise!"
"You can achieve the heights that other players struggle to reach throughout their lives in your rookie season!"
Generally speaking, those who can reach high-level positions and are comfortable in the shopping mall have first-class eloquence.
When it comes to brainwashing, no one can match it!
Exposure is indeed a good thing. In a team that no one cares about, even if you are famous, few people will know you.
You can shine on a team full of superstars, and your future will be limitless!
Moreover, playing next to the Big Three, if nothing else, the championship trophy is indeed within easy reach.
However, what Bai Qiang cares about most is not the so-called honor. He wants money, countless money, inexhaustible money!
Therefore, Marx's words were tempting, but Bai Qiang's heart was not fluctuating, and his face remained calm and composed.
"My dear Mr. Sean, what you said is indeed very tempting, but it seems to have nothing to do with our topic today!"
"What I want to know is what level of contract the team can provide me, not the so-called magnanimity!"
After listening to Bai Qiang's words, Marx seemed a little embarrassed. It was the first time he had seen such an inexperienced guy, and he was a little at a loss.
However, Marx quickly adjusted back. He was not called "Old Fritter" for nothing.
"Hmm... Bai! According to the current situation, there are a lot of players like you, and the team doesn't need someone like you who can attack with the ball. We are renewing your contract because of your defense! "
Marx really used both soft and hard tactics. When he couldn't praise him, he started to belittle him and tried to gain power in vain.
Bai Qiang sat on the sofa, smiling and saying nothing, quietly watching Marx's performance.
"So, what the team can offer you is a 1.5 million contract. This is a decision made by our management after careful consideration!"
Marx understood that Bai Qiang did not understand the details of the contract at all.
Therefore, he is trying to deceive and deceive Bai Qiang into signing his signature.
As everyone knows, Bai Qiang called his agent long before he walked into the arena.
Kleinman clearly told Bai Qiang that no matter what, he would have to wait until he came before making the final decision.
Seeing that Bai Qiang was silent, Marx sat next to him, patted his shoulder, and continued:
"Bai, the team has taken good care of you. We have spent a lot of effort on this contract. After passing this village, there is no such store!"
tog, tog, tog…
There was a knock on the door, interrupting the conversation between the two.
"come on!"
A man in a suit walked in, and Marx recognized him at a glance. Durant's agent, Rich Kleiman.
Max suddenly felt bad. He was deceiving Bai Qiang and was about to succeed. At this time, he came over. Could it be that he was instigated by someone?
"Hello, my name is Richie, I'm Bai's manager!"
Kleiman's words were like a bolt from the blue, and Marx immediately collapsed on the sofa. He knew how dark this guy was -
He is here, and now it is impossible to fool Bai Qiang.
"Sean... let's negotiate with my agent next!"
Bai Qiang granted authority to Kleiman, and the person Durant introduced to him was still reliable.
By the way, Bai Qiang also told Kleiman about the quotation Marx had just given him.
When Kleiman heard the figure of 1.5 million, he couldn't help but laugh. They all said that there is no business without crooks. This Marx was a crook to the core.
After laughing, the three of them got down to business. Bai Qiang sat on the sofa and watched the two business-savvy people having a heated debate.
Kleiman had done some work beforehand. He learned that the owner of the Nets had issued a death order and that Bai Qiang must be retained.
Therefore, Kleiman has full confidence to bring the price to a reasonable level.
"1+1 middle-class guaranteed contract, worth 13 million!"
Marx was a little embarrassed. He didn't seem to want to give such a high contract.
"Richie, Bai is just a rookie, I can't accept this price!"
"He is a rookie, but his abilities are more than just a rookie!"
Clayman argued with reason, while Bai Qiang watched with excitement.
"Rich, you should know that the Nets are not short of a white guy!"
"Sean, you should also know that the Golden State Warriors have already made an offer!"
Kleiman showed his trump card, and Bai Qiang must be the Nets.
After hearing this, Marx no longer felt as arrogant and domineering as before. He no longer had any capital.
Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Kleinman pursued the victory and said:
"We each take a step back and get a 1+1 middle-class contract worth 14 million!"
