"ah!"
Barkley roared angrily, slapped Zhou Quan's hand as a handshake, then turned around and rushed to the bench.
"There's me too," Rodman screamed.
"Ha ha……"
Zhou Quan laughed and shouted from behind: "Hey, Feizhu, you know my pager number. If you want the championship, please pin me and I will definitely get back to you."
"roll!"
Buckley growled over his shoulder.
"Haha, congratulations, you guessed it, this is my reply, haha..."
Zhou Quan laughed, hugged Rodman again with a smile, high-fived and fist-bumped, and then walked to the sidelines to accept the congratulations from his friends.
But David Stern walked up to him first, shook hands with him and sent congratulations: "Zhou, I believe you will become one of the best basketball players in the world. The championship is the best reward for you."
"Thank you, sir. I have to thank the NBA as a platform and all the people who have contributed to this league, including you." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
Stern especially appreciated this sentence. He had always believed that Zhou Quan was a person who took the overall situation into consideration, and immediately said: "Zhou, I hope to have a communication with you, for the sake of your future and the development of the alliance."
Zhou Quan was startled and nodded in agreement.
"Zhou, congratulations, you are the best." Christina Yeri sent a warm hug and congratulations.
"Thank you, Krina, your congratulations are what I want most. I am very happy to share the glory of the championship with you at this moment." Zhou Quan said sincerely.
"Iron Fist, congratulations." Roberts also sent hugs and congratulations.
"Thank you, Julia. You have always supported me, thank you very much." Zhou Quan said sincerely.
Christina Yerry is a little wary because she knows that Roberts has been having conflicts with her husband recently and is in a cold war.
Roger Philippe gave Zhou Quan a warm hug with a smile on his face and said excitedly: "Zhou, you succeeded. I am very lucky to have chosen a future superstar."
"Then you might as well be luckier." Zhou Quan smiled.
Then Kareem Abdul-Jabbar sent congratulations, "Iron Fist, sooner or later, UCLA will be proud of you."
Zhou Quan shook his head and smiled: "Karim, you praise me too highly. I'm afraid I can't do what you said. I'm still far away from your height."
"You'll catch up with me," Kareem encouraged.
"Iron Fist, congratulations! Also, I'm sorry, Iron Fist, I really hope you can come back to Los Angeles." Magic Johnson said very sincerely.
"Thank you, Erwin! The Lakers are the team I want to go to, but let fate decide everything. I don't have the right to veto the transaction." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
The magician nodded helplessly.
O'Neal came up and gave him a hug, while shouting: "Iron Fist, come to the Magic, let's work together, we can win ten consecutive championships. I also want to say to the three super centers what you just said to Barkley, Hey, King Kong, Hey, General, Hey, Dameng, if you want to win the championship, dunk me, I will definitely reply to you, get out!"
"Ha ha……"
After saying that, he, Zhou Quan, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and others all laughed.
"Shaq, you fucking rookie!"
"Patrick, we're going to kill this little bastard fish."
The three super centers were all present, except for David Robinson who didn't move. Dameng pulled Ewing and rushed towards Oakley. O'Neal ran away as soon as he saw it.
"Congratulations, Iron Fist, the championship is very enviable." David Robinson sent congratulations to Zhou Quan.
His frankness surprised Zhou Quan, and he said with a smile on his face: "Admiral, that's because I have so many helpers, Joe, Dennis, and assassins. Without them, nothing would be possible."
"Yeah, helper."
David Robinson nodded, but it was a pity that he did not have so many helpers around him.
At this time, the media came up and the staff were arranging the awards. Taking advantage of this time, Zhou Quan and the assassins were interviewed.
"Iron Fist, you won the championship in the second season of your career. What's your biggest feeling?" a reporter asked.
Zhou Quan thought for a moment with a smile on his face and said, "Happy, excited, excited, what else could it be besides these?"
"Ha ha……"
Everyone present laughed.
"What do you want to say most at this moment?" a reporter asked.
He pondered and then said: "Thanks to my parents. They spent all their savings and borrowed all the money they could, so I had the opportunity to play here."
"Now that the season is over, would you consider leaving here?" The next reporter asked an embarrassing question.
The Assassin, Joe Dumars, Rodman and others all looked at Zhou Quan. Zhou Quan restrained his smile and said: "I think the current atmosphere is very inappropriate for this question. The finals have just ended, and I don't Opportunity to think about it, sorry, no comment.”
"Assassin won the championship again as the main player. Will you choose to retire?" a local reporter asked.
The assassin sighed with emotion and smiled: "I don't want to retire just now. I like basketball and love it, but whether to retire or not depends on my recovery in the offseason."
At this time, the award ceremony was ready. Zhou Quan and others stood together. Boss Bill Davidson and the management stood in front, and David Stern stood opposite with a microphone in his hand.
"Congratulations to the Detroit Pistons, you won the NBA championship in the 1992/93 season. Congratulations, you are the best team this season!"
With David Stern's voice, countless ribbons fell from the ceiling again, and the music of "We Are the Champions" sounded again.
"Oh oh oh..."
More than 20,000 Pistons fans raised their arms and cheered collectively, and the huge shouts resounded from all directions.
In the ABC commentary box, Bill Walton once again sent congratulations: "Congratulations to the Detroit Pistons, for winning the championship for the third time."
Williams said at this time: "Tekken played a total of 44 minutes tonight, 14 of 25 shots, 56% shooting, 1 of 3 three-pointers, 7 of 7 free throws, 36 points, 4 rebounds, 11 assists, 4 steals and 2 steals. Blocked 2 shots and committed 4 fouls.
He played average in the first half, making only 4 of 10 shots, but in the second half, he made 10 of 15 shots, with a shooting percentage of 66.7%. He made 1 of 2 three-pointers, 5 of 5 free throws, and scored 26 points, 2 rebounds, 5 assists, 2 steals, and 2 steals. Blocked shots and 0 turnovers.
In addition, he allowed the opposing Lightning to make 2 of 10 shots in the second half and only scored 5 points. His performance on the defensive end was very strong, not inferior to that on the offensive end. "
Bill Walton said: "Tekken's key performance in the second half was the most important factor in the Pistons' victory, and it also broke the Suns' will."
Williams added: "In the five finals series, Tekken averaged 42.8 minutes per game, made a total of 67 of 120 shots, averaged 13.4 of 24 shots per game, 55.8% shooting, 1.2 of 3.2 three-pointers, and a 37.5 shooting percentage. %, 9 of 10 free throws, 90% shooting, 37 points, 5.2 rebounds, 10.2 assists, 5 steals, 1.6 blocks, 2 turnovers and 3.2 fouls per game. The assist-to-turnover ratio is as high as 5.1, and the true shooting percentage is as high as 65.1%. He plays the top offense and defense. Performance."
Bill Walton also had a statistics table in his hand and read: "Based on the data of 20 games in the four rounds of the playoffs, Iron Fist averaged 44.65 minutes per game, averaged 20.6 field goals, 11.2 field goals, 54.3% field goal percentage, and 3.15 three-point field goals. 1.25 shots, 39.7% shooting rate, 8.05 free throws, 7.4 shots, 91.9% shooting rate.
He averaged 31 points, 5.55 rebounds, 10.45 assists, 4.6 steals, 1.1 blocks, 2.7 turnovers and 4 fouls per game, with an assist-to-turnover ratio of 3.87 and a true shooting percentage of 64.2%.
30 points, 10 assists and 4.6 steals. This offensive and defensive data is not just a game, but a total of 20 playoff games including the five finals. It can be said to be powerful.
His opponents include steal maniacs like Bogues, active players like Michael Jordan, the greatest basketball player today, the top offensive and defensive players, second-team defensive players like John Starks, and A top point guard like the Lightning, but he has won them all.
He used his own efforts and strength to achieve the final victory, reach the top, and obtain the highest honor. His performance was worthy of all this. "
At the scene, Bill Davidson accepted the trophy handed over by David Stern, and the cheers at the Palace of Auburn Hills went up to a higher level.
When Zhou Quan took the trophy from the hands of his boss, the cheers at the Palace of Auburn Hills grew louder and louder, like a hundred bombers roaring.
He then handed the trophy to the assassin, who also received a very loud cheer.
Then came Joe Dumars, Rodman, Mark Aguirre, Ronny Seikaly, etc., and the high cheers came one after another.
"Okay, now the FMVP selection results are out, the staff sent the envelope, and it's in the hands of President Stern."
At this time, the host said passionately: "Now let us shout the name of the most valuable player in this finals series. He is..."
"Iron Fist! Iron Fist! Iron Fist..."
At the Palace of Auburn Hills, a huge and uniform shout sounded.
"I bet Iron Fist will get all 9 votes, what do you think?" the host said.
"yes!"
The Palace of Auburn Hills shouted in unison.
David Stern took out the letter with a smile, glanced at it, and said into the microphone in the host's hand: "Congratulations to Iron Fist, who was unanimously elected as the MVP of this finals."
"Oh ho!"
Even greater cheers erupted from the Palace of Auburn Hills.
Zhou Quan took a step forward, smiled, and raised his hands to greet the fans, making the cheers even louder.
"Congratulations Iron Fist!"
Zhang Lili and Sun Zhenping were excited.
After receiving the FMVP trophy from David Stern, Zhou Quan looked at it. The black base and golden cup were similar to the championship trophy just now, but smaller. Then he lifted the trophy. Overhead, the fans cheered suddenly.
"Crack, click, click..."
After the award ceremony, the media came up again. Zhou Quan and Christina Yeri, holding two trophies in their hands, let the media take photos together, and then took photos with others separately. All their friends came up one by one to take photos with the two.
Zhang Lili and Sun Zhenping also ended the live broadcast, ran down, and took photos with Zhou Quan with smiles on their faces.
Zhou Quan then went to celebrate with the fans. He took photos in every stand and even took photos with the cheerleaders. He was filled with enthusiasm from the enthusiastic girls.
After celebrating on the court for more than an hour and seeing off Christina, he returned to the locker room with his teammates.
What awaited them was a grand celebration of Champagne. After dozens of bottles of Champagne were sprayed, everyone was soaked, including the coaching staff, management, and media reporters.
Zhang Lili and the others followed him all the time, and they were all soaked by the spray. They didn't even escape the camera.
After the celebration in the locker room, Zhou Quan quickly took a shower and then went to meet David Stern. The president had been waiting for him.
Arriving at a conference room on the second floor, Stern's special assistant Hawk Houston was waiting outside. When he saw him, he stretched out his hand and said, "Hello Zhou, Mr. Stern is waiting for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Houston." Zhou Quan smiled and shook hands.
"Just call me Hawk."
"OK, Hawke."
Zhou Quan entered the conference room, and Stern was the only one inside.
"Zhou, please sit down."
"Thanks."
"Zhou, let me say it very directly. Your existence and your strength have now affected the development of the league, so you must enter my development plan." Stern said straight to the point.
"Yeah?"
Zhou Quan was a little surprised. He has such importance?
Stern explained: "You eliminated the Bulls in the second round, and the greatest basketball player in the world and the number one player in the league did not even make it to the Eastern Conference Finals. This is a change.
You may not know this result, even Mr. Bill Davidson, the owner of the Pistons, does not want to see it.
Because Jordan is absent from the Eastern Conference Finals and Finals, the league will lose a lot of money, from ratings to ticket revenue, advertising revenue, etc. "
Of course he won't say anything about the plan to create a god. That is something that cannot be spoken to the outside world and will never be acknowledged.
Zhou Quan asked suspiciously: "Michael Jordan stopped in the second round, does it have such a big impact on the league?"
Stern nodded and said: "The most direct impact is that Chicago is considered a second-level ball market, while the Pistons are a fifth-level. There is at least a five-fold gap in ticket revenue alone. The league has lost so much revenue, which means that those Small teams have much less money to allocate, and their operations will be more difficult."
"But, I am just a player. In order to win, I must do my best. It is impossible to let him." Zhou Quan said.
Stern nodded and said: "Of course, we will not match-fix, never. But, Zhou, you can make a greater contribution to the league."
"What do you mean?" Zhou Quan didn't quite understand.
"Go to a big city and you can get a billion-dollar contract, like Larry Johnson," Stern said.
He must use this to seduce Zhou Quan, and he also believes that no player can refuse this temptation.
When Zhou Quan heard the word billions, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and his heart beat faster. There was no doubt that this sentence was very attractive to him.
But he suppressed the excitement in his heart and said seriously: "But sir, Michael Jordan hopes to complete three consecutive championships, and so do I."
(End of chapter)
