in2ebook Chapter 281 Yao Ming's Coup!
Chapter 281 Yao Ming's Coup!
The sound startled the dozen or so leaders in the room.
Who is it?
What's going on today? How come anyone dares to just walk into the General Administration's conference room and shout like that?
Just as the top leader was about to slam his fist on the table again in anger, his hand, which was raised in the air, suddenly froze in mid-air.
The curse that was about to escape his lips was abruptly cut off.
Yao Ming bowed slightly to give up his seat.
An old man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, full of energy, but with gray hair and reading glasses hanging around his neck, walked in.
Along with the old man, there were seven or eight other elderly men entering the house.
Some of these old men were using canes and walked with a shaky gait.
Some of them were in wheelchairs, their chests covered with various medals.
Upon seeing these people, the once imposing leader was so frightened that he immediately stood up, left his seat, and walked towards them.
In just a few meters, the top leader was already sweating.
He knew things couldn't end well today.
At this moment, everyone in the conference room stood up.
Those who have climbed to their positions, how could they not know who these people are?
The first one to enter, the white-haired old man who spoke, was none other than Jiang Xingquan, known as the godfather of Chinese basketball.
The people behind him were Chen Daohong, Wu Chengzhang, and Ma Qingsheng...
Each of them is a renowned godfather-level figure in Chinese basketball; the one in the wheelchair is almost 100 years old!
To put it bluntly, even if a high-ranking official calls you "Grandpa," they might not necessarily want to be your grandson.
On the contrary, Zhang Weiping, who has settled in the United States and occasionally provides commentary on some matches, is just a junior who can't even speak.
The leader approached and grabbed Jiang Xingquan's hand. "Coach Jiang, why are you here again? Teachers and seniors, what are you doing? It's so cold in the middle of winter. Yao Ming, you've gone too far! You don't know what's good for you!"
The leader's attempt to divert attention backfired.
Jiang Xingquan flung his hand away, showing him no respect whatsoever.
The leader wasn't embarrassed at all, and quickly took the initiative to push the nearly 100-year-old senior into the room near the heater.
"Teachers, please sit down and let's talk things out."
All the leaders stood at the back, standing properly, not daring to move an inch.
The pre-rain Longjing tea, a favorite of the bald-headed leader, sat steaming on the table, its captivating aroma filling the air.
After the old men were seated, Jiang Xingquan said, "The Basketball Association must reform, and Chinese basketball must change, otherwise the Football Association will be your example."
Upon hearing the words "Football Association," the dozen or so leaders standing nearby all changed their expressions slightly, and some even had sweat on their foreheads.
Of those who have climbed to this position, how many dare to say they are clean?
Jiang Xingquan sighed, "We old folks came here with such shamelessness, so naturally we won't leave until we get the results."
"You can refuse, but as soon as we leave here, we will hold a press conference, and then fans all over the country will know that we came here, but we didn't get any results."
"At the same time," Jiang Xingquan glanced at the dozen or so people standing beside him, "we will also jointly file a formal complaint against the Basketball Association for corruption. I don't believe you are all clean."
An old man leaning on a cane sneered, "Clean? One of my apprentices in the provincial team said that one of his students spent hundreds of thousands of yuan to get into the youth team, just for some leader surnamed Liu!"
Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the dozen or so leaders present changed drastically, especially the bald man, who took several steps back.
If anyone else had said that, they would have turned on them long ago.
"Teacher Wu, don't listen to rumors. There must be some misunderstanding here. Our selection mechanism has always been clean and transparent." The leader bent over, almost touching the ground.
"Enough with the nonsense, let me reiterate what I said earlier: the Basketball Association must be reformed, but I know that this cannot be accomplished overnight."
Hearing Jiang Xingquan say this, the leaders breathed a sigh of relief, but his next words made their faces turn ugly again.
"Let's start by reforming the selection mechanism, Xiao Yao..."
Yao Ming immediately walked over.
"I'll give you half an hour, just half an hour, to talk right here and determine a new selection mechanism, a new mechanism that the chairman of the Basketball Association can decide."
After saying this, Jiang Xingquan stopped talking and narrowed his eyes.
The senior leader seemed about to say something more when the nearly 100-year-old senior, who was in a wheelchair, suddenly took a few rapid breaths, then pulled a medicine bottle from his pocket, poured several pills into his mouth, and only then did his breathing return to normal.
The senior leader was about to open his mouth again when the senior colleague picked up the bottle and kept pouring the contents into his mouth.
The top leader dared not make a move!
If something were to happen to this senior here, he couldn't bear the responsibility!
The top leader knows that an explanation must be given today, otherwise this matter will never end.
Damn it, I told you not to come to the headquarters, look what happened!
"Chairman Yao, please come over and have a word with me."
"Sir, please speak." Yao Ming sat in the chair, looking directly at the leader.
"What exactly do you want?" the leader asked in a low voice, his face showing anger, indicating that he was very upset.
However, Yao Ming, who had someone backing him up, was not polite at all. "I have said that I want the decision-making power to select players. Simply put, I say who should be on the national team, and that person should be on the national team. No one outside the Basketball Association has the right to interfere."
"You can choose people, but the talent pool..."
Upon hearing this word, Yao Ming immediately looked towards Jiang Xingquan's seat next to him, as if to say something.
The leader immediately grabbed Yao Ming's arm, "Wait a minute."
The leader felt a headache coming on and wished he could retire immediately and never have to deal with these trivial matters again.
He now misses the days when he used to read newspapers every day in the compound.
……
It took almost a full hour for the matter to be concluded.
Jiang Xingquan stood up with satisfaction, holding a document that everyone had signed.
"I'm leaving." He patted an old man who was already asleep on the table, and the old man stood up with drool in his mouth.
The leaders breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him get up.
Seeing this senior colleague slumped over the table just now really gave all the leaders quite a fright.
Several elderly men were being helped by their family members outside the door.
The senior leader immediately noticed the medicine bottle belonging to the 100-year-old senior on the table, so he quickly picked it up and handed it to him.
"Teacher, here's your medicine," the high-ranking leader said respectfully.
"Oh." Taking the medicine bottle, the old man said to his grandson pushing the wheelchair, "The vitamins are gone, pour some more when we get back."
"I know, Grandpa."
The top leader looked utterly exasperated!
If you keep pouring vitamins into your mouth like that, it's easy to get a sore throat!