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The cities in the western United States are full of enterprising wild atmosphere, but they have never lacked literary style. When Chamberlain and Li Qun were looking for local specialty restaurants under the tour guide, they met several street painters painting portraits for pedestrians on the street court.

Chamberlain looked through the car window and found that these painters had good styles of writing. Whether it was sketches, photos or comics, they could show off their skills, and occasionally attracted pedestrians to stop and watch.

As a result, he became interested and encouraged Li Qun to go down and take a look and draw a portrait. He didn't plan to get off the bus anymore. There were many people here, and because of the stadium, many fans were playing basketball. He would definitely be recognized as he got off the bus. Now he is the number one enemy of Jazz fans, so it would be better to be low-key.

After getting off the car, Li Qun first watched the paintings drawn by the painters at the request of pedestrians. Chamberlain lay on the car window and watched the streetballers play. After a while, his attention was attracted by a boy about eleven or twelve years old. It was not that the boy was so genius and he played well. On the contrary, the child was thin and was practicing shooting, and his posture was very awkward. He could not hit three times even if he made ten moves, which made Chamberlain couldn't help but remember himself when he first joined the Warriors.

Chamberlain was watching happily when he suddenly heard the noise. He turned his head and found that it was Li Qun who was quarreling with several painters excitedly. Although these painters were thin, they were all men. They stood up and surrounded Li Qun in the middle, and the latter was immediately at a disadvantage.

Chamberlain didn't understand what was going on, but he knew something was wrong, so he immediately pushed open the car door and walked down, shouting, "Hi, gentlemen, what are you doing? Is this your attitude towards a lady?"

Seeing Chamberlain get off the car, the fans and streetball players who were waiting to watch the show on the side of the court were stunned, and someone shouted, "Wow, super-z!"

"No, it's politician z." Someone sneered and corrected his teammate's words. This was also a nickname for Chamberlain because the outside world believed that he forced his teammate away twice, first Bidlings and then Davis, so they slandered Chamberlain as a politician, meaning that he liked to fight for power.

Chamberlain didn't care, so he pulled Li Qun into his arms first, and asked in a low voice: "What's going on?"

Li Qun was so angry that she pointed to the paintings on the easel and said angrily: "Look, what have these bastards drawn? How could they do that?"

Chamberlain looked closely and felt a little angry. Some of these paintings were beautiful landscape paintings, but more were portraits of characters. Among these portraits, he was the most common one. Yes, he was his portrait of Chamberlain!

Chamberlain didn't care if he was painted on paper. Although they sold these paintings to make profits, they essentially violated his portrait rights, but he was not so cute. What really made him angry was that these painters, and a clay sculpture next to him, were ugly and all negative.

The most outrageous thing is that there are several vulgar pornographic pictures inside, which are images of Chamberlain having sex with different women, and even paintings of him naked with dogs, sheep and cows. Of course, not only him, but everyone in the Warriors, including Old Nelson, had a share, but he was spoofed the most and the most cruel.

Seeing Chamberlain, these painters were immediately depressed. A middle-aged man with a beard explained embarrassedly: "This is what customers call for, we just make a living..."

No wonder Li Qun is so angry. If Chamberlain saw Li Qun being slandered so maliciously, he would be angry.

Li Qun said angrily: "It's time to deceive us. Do you think basketball players are all idiots with developed limbs and simple minds? What's the matter with these pictures hanging here? Did the customers instruct you to do it? I'm afraid you did it on purpose to attract customers like this?"

She pointed to the paintings sandwiched on the easel. There were seventy or eighty paintings in total. Someone was picking and choosing. When she saw her pointing, she quickly walked away. After all, doing this kind of thing is a bit too despicable. Mormons are also people with good face, and they feel that they can't let go of this face.

The painters could only get rid of the paintings awkwardly. Li Qun was still very angry. Chamberlain looked at the clothes and dressing of these people. It was probably poor people with little money. They just took this opportunity to make some money. Besides, now that the PS technology is developed, there are not many people who come to buy these pictures.

One picture is five dollars. Chamberlain counted a total of eighty-two pictures. He took out 410 yuan and handed it to a painter, saying, "I bought all these. You can divide the money. Forget these paintings. If you continue to do this, I will use the law to protect my portrait rights!"

The painters looked overjoyed and said embarrassedly: "No, no, no, no."

Just when Chamberlain thought the matter was about to be resolved, a voice suddenly came in and said frivolously: "Mr. Z, are you a bit too much trouble? These people are just making a living. They not only know how to draw you, but also Kobe, Duncan, Parker, Ginobili, and counting forward and drawing Jordan. They didn't pursue anything, why are you so stingy?"

Chamberlain looked at the person who was talking and found that it was a blond middle-aged man wearing glasses. He was very familiar with the accent of the middle-aged man. Although he didn't know him, he seemed to hear it often. He had a good memory. After thinking about it, he flashed his mind and shouted: "You are the dj on the Energy Center Stadium?!"

The middle-aged man was shocked and looked a little embarrassed for a moment. Obviously he didn't expect he would be recognized. He was stunned and admitted his identity and said, "Yes, I am DJ Astor Augustine of the Energy Stadium. So what's wrong? I'm talking fair."

"Just?" Chamberlain sneered, "You don't even speak fairly in the stadium, let alone on such streets?"

Augustine was angry when he heard this, and he said angrily: "What am I talking nonsense? Don't spit out Mr. Z with blood!"

Chamberlain said: "Even if you don't talk nonsense, you're talking nonsense. Do you remember what you said? You said we will be eliminated in five games. Isn't this nonsense?"

Although Augustine is very confident in his team, he doesn't think the Jazz can continue to win three games in a row, so he said lightly: "You will definitely be eliminated by us, so the final result is destined. Isn't everything I say the same?" He cunningly changed the subject.

Chamberlain was so passionate that he said proudly: "Would you dare to make a bet? I don't need to say seven games. I said that we can defeat your team 4-1 in five games. Do you believe it?"

Yesterday's victory brought great confidence to Augustine, and he said decisively: "That's absolutely impossible!"

"Then make a bet!" Chamberlain shouted, Augustine was not showing any weakness and asked, "What is the bet?"

Chamberlain thought for a while and said, "How about the bet for $100,000?"

When the fans around the stadium took a breath when they heard this, they took a breath. The 100,000 US dollars were not much, but it was still a huge sum of money for these ordinary people.

Augustine looked at him contemptuously and said, "You know I can't have a hundred thousand dollars, Mr. Z, you are deliberately bullying me, right?"

Chamberlain smiled and said, "That's the case. If I lose, I'll give you 100,000 dollars. If you lose, how about you go to one of my bars to do DJ?" He remembered the legendary Warriors bar. It would be very interesting to ask this guy to do DJ.

The fans next to him started to cheer together. Augustine finally felt a fever in his forehead and shouted: "You said that you want to win three games in a row, so I'll bet!"

All he wanted was this bet. Chamberlain and Augustine clapped their high-highs, and then walked back with the reluctant Li Qun. By the side of the boy who had practiced shooting before, he smiled and stopped to look at the boy.

The boy holding the basketball was startled and subconsciously looked at one of the painters and shouted: "Dad..."

Chamberlain was a little surprised and turned his head to see a painter walking over quickly and staring at him vigilantly. Unexpectedly, this was a father and son.

However, he just wanted to give some advice on the boy's shooting. His shooting posture and position were wrong before. If he had been in the long run, he would have formed the wrong habit and could no longer practice accurate shooting posture. In fact, the accuracy of the shooting is directly related to the posture. For most people, the freak like Marion is not listed here.

Chamberlain was originally a sharpshooter, and with the guidance of Kenny Smith, Curry, Thurmond and others, he now has a deeper understanding of shooting. He feels that he has an obligation to help this kid who loves basketball.

He took the ball in the hand of the boy and stood on the free throw line and said to him: "Your shooting posture just now is wrong. I don't master the skills of this sport. I'll teach you now. First, start with aiming. Do you know where to aim? Generally speaking, my eyes will look at the back of the rim. When I look at this, I can throw the ball into the net. Many coaches will ask them to aim a little bit ahead of the rim when they teach the players. Then you have to shoot further than the goal point. You should always shoot at the goal point, just like a sniper, hit wherever you aim, and don't increase or decrease your strength. At least you don't do that before becoming a sharpshooter."

The boy looked at Chamberlain blankly, then nodded quickly, pushed his father away and stood beside him.

Chamberlain asked the boy to stand on the free throw line to try it out. The boy nervously picked up the ball. Chamberlain pressed his shoulder to stop his follow-up movement and continued: "Photo man, pay attention to your posture. If it is a right-hand shot, then your right foot should point directly to the center of the ring. In the case of free throws, you should place your right foot in the middle of the free throw line, slightly ahead of your left foot, and the most important thing is to feel comfortable standing. Remember, what you want to cultivate is stability, which comes from habits, from feeling comfortable and natural."

"Be careful when holding the ball, touch the ball with your fingers and palms, and do not touch the ball with your palms. There should be a gap between the ball and hands so that you can feel soft. Use your fingers to control the ball and do not be too tight."

"When you free throw, you have to bend your knees slightly and shoot like any shot. At this time, the knee joint must be stable and consistent. The basic premise is: the simpler the shooting, the smaller the movement, and the better the chance of a consistent and stable shot."

"When the ball is shot, it should be soft and smooth. Don't use force suddenly, otherwise the ball will leave the hand too quickly, so that the hit rate will decrease. To make the ball soft into the net, the ball should take action from the fingers and leave the fingers naturally. If the ball has tentacles of the palms, the ball cannot touch the ring gently."

Chamberlain pointed at the boy until he accurately aimed at a ball. At this time, Chamberlain smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Other shots, including emergency stop jump shots and even running shots, think about it, this requires more practice. I think you have the talent to become a sharpshooter, because you will master what I said so quickly."

After saying this, Chamberlain took Li Qun and the tour guide back to the car. A group of fans around the stadium were still staring at him blankly, and they didn't react until the car started.

The tour guide took the two to a restaurant called "arctic-circle". The restaurant's name is translated into the Arctic Circle. The tour guide introduced: "Today you can taste the specialty of our Salt Lake City, stir-fried sauce! This is made of a mixture of tomato sauce, salad dressing, pickles and secret spices. It is very popular in our Utah. Almost every restaurant has different homemade versions, and the taste is the best here!"

The Utah scones were eaten with fried sauce. These scones were completely different from the British scones that Chamberlain had previously been exposed to. They first made a sweet dough with flour, fryed it with honey cream, and then sprinkled with white sugar. In addition, the two of them also enjoyed the beautiful and lemon-flavored jelly in Salt Lake City. Eating jelly at this time has a unique taste.

After lunch, the tour ended here. Chamberlain paid the tour guide twice his salary, which made him so happy. He was about to get on the bus when the tour guide suddenly said, "Hi, Mr. z, can you send me your paintings?"

Chamberlain misunderstood a little and looked at him dissatisfiedly and said, "Why, do you want to bring these things with you next time the game?"

This is very common. Many fans will bring homemade paintings and the like during the game. Those street painters should think of business opportunities from this point of view.

The tour guide shook his head and smiled and said, "No, Mr. Z, I want to keep it as a souvenir, because in front of these paintings, I saw the mind and demeanor of an NBA star."

Chamberlain felt a little embarrassed when he heard the tour guide say this. He originally planned to tear off the paintings, but the contents were not very elegant. Since the tour guide said this, he gave him the paintings.

The tour guide drove the two to Salt Lake City International Airport. After a while, the team bus arrived. Chamberlain breathed a sigh of relief and was finally able to go home.

As they walked out of the San Francisco International Airport, hundreds of fans were waiting outside, wearing Chamberlain's No. 0 jersey or Billups' No. 3 jersey. At the front, two big men pulled a banner. On the bright red silk, there was a line of black English: "Welcome the Warriors of the Expedition home!"

Chamberlain and others smiled and waved to these fans. A middle-aged black man shouted loudly: "Children, you can handle the matter on the court, and leave the matter under the court to us. We are all very clear about your experience in Salt Lake City. Let's see if we treat those puppies well..."
Chapter completed!