"Stop!" An Ran said suddenly.

The luxury car stopped on the side of the road. Steven glanced at the children on the court in confusion, "Teacher An Ran, there are many such children in Xizhou, and you can't control them."

He thought Enron was overflowing with sympathy and wanted to meddle in other people's business.

In Xizhou, charity is actually a business.

Doing charity can be tax-free, and the tax will be reduced or reduced according to the size of your amount.

Without these means, who among the rich would do charity, and their brains would be broken?

An Ran shook her head, "Let's go take a look."

He didn't do it on a whim, but he had two movies about basketball in his mind.

One is "Space Jam" which is the second highest grossing sports movie at the box office!

Another movie, "The Descendants of Jordan", was a niche one and didn't make much of a splash back then!

The box office of this movie was only 53 million. Of course, it did not lose money. After all, the production cost was very low, less than 10 million.

But when he saw the kid playing ball late at night, he suddenly felt that it was more appropriate to shoot this movie at this time.

Show everyone's love for basketball from the bottom. After all, the stars are the minority, but the fans are the majority.

This is also a movie about dreams.

And Steven just said that there are many such children...

An Ran got out of the car and walked towards the stadium with Steven.

The driver quickly followed.

Nothing can happen to these two, he is not only the driver but also the bodyguard.

The basketball court is very simple, just surrounded by a barbed wire fence. There is a basket inside, and there is an inconspicuous line of white paint showing the position of the two-point line.

The little boy's shooting posture is very standard, and he wears dreadlocks unique to black people.

When he saw the three people coming in, he stopped what he was doing and looked at them warily.

Then my eyes lit up.

"Excuse me...are you Teacher An Ran?"

He recognized An Ran at a glance.

An Ran smiled and nodded, "Why don't you go home so late? You know, even though this is an appointment, it is still very dangerous at night."

The little boy shook the basketball in his hand and said, "Play ball!"

An Ran nodded, "Do you like it?"

The little boy said: "It's a hobby, but it's also for life. The coach said that my talent is very good, maybe I can make a living in the future."

When he said this, his eyes lit up.

Become a member of the professional basketball league, even if you are a second-round pick, or even enter the league without being drafted, as long as you can play as the third or fourth substitute, you can earn a salary of hundreds of thousands a year.

It’s enough to change a person’s life.

Reach out safely.

The little boy passed the basketball to Enron.

An Ran jumped up and shot...

The cigar in Steven's mouth fell to the ground with a clatter.

The driver’s eyes were full of shock!

This...isn't going to be good at all?

His shooting posture is not standard at all, and there is no structure at all. He relies on his arm strength to push it straight out.

Hit the rim hard and then bounce up.

This guy can’t even shoot?

How did you become a coach and how did you create the "quick tornado" tactic? This is the guy who just led the players in a tough battle, and his shooting posture is not as good as that of a child.

The little boy smiled and said: "Teacher An Ran, you can't play basketball!"

An Ran nodded.

Walked up to him and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Claude." The kid stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr. An Ran, but your basketball skills are too poor!"

The little guy speaks without mercy.

An Ran didn't care, "Are there many children like you?"

Claude, An Ran and others walked to the steps and sat down together, "My family doesn't have much money and I go to a public school. In fact, there are many children like me."

"Some hope to play basketball, some hope to play rugby or baseball, and some want to practice boxing..."

"In short, no one has any expectations for learning."

An Ran nodded.

Xizhou and Xiazhou are opposite.

Public school fees are very low, but the teaching quality is very poor, and no one cares about you no matter what you do.

It’s hard to make a difference after graduation.

The teaching quality of private schools is good, but the fees are expensive, and many people take loans to attend school.

President Bama, the previous president of Xizhou, is one of the representatives.

I took out loans to go to school and didn’t pay off my student loans until I was 42 years old.

These are still elite people, some are still 50 years old, and there are not a few who are 55 years old.

What can these people at the bottom of society do?

I had no choice but to find another way out.

Talent is their capital to change their lives.

The physical fitness of black people is far superior to that of other races, and they have performed well in various sports.

The way they change their lives is through their physical talents.

Claude obviously thinks the same way.

After listening to Claude's words, An Ran said to Steven: "Steven, how many children like them do you think there are?"

Steven said: "There are 800 million people in Xizhou. There must be at least tens of millions of people who want to change themselves through this kind of dream! In fact, this road is not easy compared to other options."

An Ran nodded.

In the Xizhou Basketball League, less than 100 players are drafted every year, and those who can get draft picks are already among the best.

One in a million!

This is also a difficult road.

But children like Claude always hold on to a glimmer of hope.

"Claude, what do you think your chances are?"

Claude spread his hands, "I don't know, maybe there will never be a chance."

As he spoke, his expression became sad.

An Ran patted him on the shoulder, "Just work hard and leave the future to God... How will you know if you can do it if you don't work hard?"

Claude nodded, "Thank you, Teacher An Ran."

"Teacher An Ran, can you sign your name for me?" Claude took out his homework book from his schoolbag.

An Ran took the pen and signed his name in his notebook.

After thinking about it, I wrote another sentence, "Just work hard and leave the future to God!"

"Little guy, work hard and you will have a promising future!"

"Thank you, Teacher An Ran!" Claude excitedly took his signature and carefully placed it in his schoolbag.

"Okay! Little guy, let's stay here. It's very late and go home early. After all...it's dangerous at night!"

"Okay, Teacher An Ran, I'll go back right now."

An Ran said: "Do you live far away? Do you want to see me off?"

"No need!" Claude pointed to a building not far away and said, "My home is right there, only three hundred meters away."

An Ran nodded and said goodbye to Claude before walking out with Steven and others.

Steven said: "Teacher An Ran, you don't really want to make a movie about Xiao Guitou, do you? With all due respect, except for "Home Alone" back then, none of Xiao Guitou's movies has been a hit in so many years. You

You have to think about it carefully."

An Ran smiled and said: "I haven't decided yet, I'm thinking about it. If possible, this can be considered a gift for these children with dreams."
Chapter completed!