The picture on the screen flows slowly, this is a heartwarming story.
Little Siakam was born in Douala, a coastal city in Cameroon. His father was once a professional athlete and is now the mayor of the town.
A good family education environment gave Siakam the right to choose. His father hoped that he could inherit the mantle and become an athlete. The recommended sport was basketball.
But the stubborn and rebellious little Siakam wanted to become a priest. He was sent to a strictly disciplined seminary by his father.
However, the father did not give up his dream of letting his child become an athlete. He knew that his child had talent, but he just didn't know how to take the future.
Therefore, the father decided to use a special way to stimulate his child's inner passion for basketball. He chose to write letters to 30 NBA teams.
They unexpectedly received a letter from an NBA team and invited them to watch the game in the United States.
So, I came to Los Angeles and Staples to watch the Clippers and Cavaliers game.
Siakam Jr. was extremely excited. Watching the Clippers win the game, he was completely conquered by the excitement of the game.
He decided to devote himself to basketball and made it his dream to enter the NBA.
The footage of the documentary is simple and unsophisticated, but also has profound artistic conception. Douala's simple but neat streets, rows of palm trees, white churches, blue sea, and black children.
The sharp contrast with the bustling Los Angeles highlights the huge gap between dreams and reality, which is profound.
But when Min Congda watched this documentary, he was really full of questions. Michael Key and Rachel Ray appeared in it. When did they film it?
Why wasn't I notified?
Min Chongda appeared in this film, in the famous scene where he yelled at the referee at a critical moment of the game and then put a popcorn bucket on the referee's head.
"So these guys were filming behind my back at that time? I remembered that Ada called me that day and said that the team was going to hold some fan activities. Could it be this?"
"Why is this film shown at the charity dinner? What's the intention? What's the conspiracy?"
Min Congda felt that something bad was going to happen.
Because Silva's bald head kept staring at Min Congda with a loving gaze.
It seems that Min Congda is the protagonist of today's dinner.
Min Congda felt a chill on his back. Can there be any good results from being the protagonist of a charity dinner?
what to do? Do you want to run? But how to run? Escape from shit and urine?
It's so embarrassing, Daddario is still here.
Bite the bullet and finish watching "The Special Guest".
The lights came on, there was applause, and Silva took the stage again.
"This is a story between the Los Angeles Clippers and an ordinary fan on the other side of the world. This story embodies the long-term development spirit of the NBA, which is to value every fan's wishes and ideas and make them a member of the NBA family. . Now, let us invite the general manager of the Clippers, Mr. Smart Min, to take the stage. He single-handedly led this far-reaching event. He is also the initiator and leader of this charity fundraising party, because of his Due to the good deeds and suggestions, the NBA decided to establish the African Children’s Basketball Development Foundation to fund more African children and participate in the basketball and NBA families!”
"Smart! Please come on stage and give us a speech!"
The spotlight suddenly hit Min Congda, and everyone else was dumbfounded.
I'm RNM, Silva, you backstab me? You didn't even notify me?
We agreed to come for dinner, but why did it turn into a fundraiser? And whoever shot this film should you go to.
Why did I become the initiator and suggester? Aren't you talking nonsense?
My heart is roaring, but my face is trying to stay calm.
Daddario looked at Min Congda with eyes full of admiration.
She pushed Min Congda gently and said, "Go up, good Smart."
Min Congda had no choice but to go on stage. In the United States, such impromptu speeches and surprise scenes are considered a culture.
He went on stage and shook hands with Silva. Silva said softly: "We want to give you a surprise. Mr. Stern has decided to nominate you for the Walter Kennedy Best Citizen Award. You are the first one to be nominated." General manager."
When Min Congda heard this, he thought, "Why, you want to give me an award?"
Best Citizen Award? I don’t count you as an American citizen either.
Forget it, it’s easy to say whether there will be a prize or not, but now this fundraising is the most important thing.
How much do I need to donate to get the duck on the shelves?
Why donate money to let African children play basketball?
Are you kidding me? Is there a way out by playing basketball?
Playing football and basketball is destined to be a golden path for a few and a dead end for the majority.
Africa's great young people should devote themselves to national production and construction.
When the country becomes developed and rich, more and more people will naturally be able to leave their jobs and engage in the sports they love.
The current situation of playing football for all the people will only make a country's youth a base for Western professional sports groups to plunder talents.
It is very unfair to let a very small number of people become heroes at the top of the pyramid and the vast majority of people become corpses at the bottom of the pyramid.
Min Congda had a lot of words and truths in his mind, but in fact he just didn't want to donate money.
But the atmosphere had reached this point, and everyone was staring at him.
Even if he said those big principles, it wouldn't change anything.
It would be nice to get some money to buy some good clothes and shoes for the African children.
He could only comfort himself in this way.
However, when he was asked to say something nice and flattering, he couldn't swallow it.
So, Min Congda cleared his throat, stood in front of the microphone, and said: "More than a hundred years ago, the Chinese were called the sick men of East Asia by Western white people because we did not pay attention to sports. We were invaded, plundered, and eroded by drugs. . Sixty years ago, when the Chinese people stood up again, our chairman put forward a slogan, 'Develop sports and enhance people's physical fitness.' After sixty years of historical development, the Chinese people have taken off the hat of the sick man of East Asia in all aspects."
"Now, the same problem is before our African brothers in the third world. Poverty, hunger, and disease are invading this birthplace of mankind and the people in the homeland of many African-American NBA players. Many of those present today are Africans. Our compatriots, the descendants of your ancestors, brothers and sisters, suffer from frailty and illness, and live a precarious life. Your day's wages are their lifetime income. Your day's consumption is their lifetime's work. Your day's wages are their lifetime's work. Enjoyment is their lifelong dream.”
"Friends, how can we sit back and watch? Let them sink into despair. Friends, how can we be indifferent? Watch them live without hope. Ladies and gentlemen, how can we not give a little of our strength to To light a lamp of hope for those in need? Let them have the motivation to stay away from illness, poverty, and war, live with dignity, confidence, and health, and finish their lives!"
"Therefore, I suggest that everyone contribute their part to the foundation and contribute the flame that lights the lamp of hope! Make your own contribution to the beauty of the world! Thank you, thank you!"
After Min Congda finished speaking, the audience burst into warm applause.
Min Congda's speech was concise, sonorous and full of appeal.
Although everyone felt that something was wrong, it seemed to be related to basketball, but it didn't seem to have much to do with it.
Why do you still mention that we Westerners call you the sick man of East Asia? Are you calling us barbaric and rude?
But the atmosphere has reached this point. The inciting power of the speech is huge, and everyone is enthusiastic and applauding.
For a moment, Min Congda felt that he could run for President of the United States, and his whole body was floating.
After he came down, Silva reminded him: "Smart, your speech was excellent and very touching. As a leader, you have to make the first donation."
"Uh...how much should I donate?"
"The minimum standard is $50,000."
When Min Congda heard this, he almost fainted.
(End of chapter)
