The day after signing with Carl Jones, Link received news from the unknown manager.

When he first received the call, Link was very excited. But when he learned about the purpose of the manager's call, Link almost spit out a mouthful of blood. Because the purpose of Carl Jones' call was not because he found a NBA contract for Link.

"Business?" Link couldn't believe his ears when he heard Carl Jones say the word on the phone.

What kind of business activities does a mere Development League player have?

"Yes, business activities! One afternoon is enough for you to earn $5,000. Uh, I know that this number is not worth mentioning for NBA-level business activities, but we have to go step by step, right?" Carl Jones's voice sounded very excited, as if he had signed a million-dollar contract for Link.

"Five thousand dollars!" Link touched his chin, which was much higher than his salary for a moon in the Development League!

Although now, he is more eager for a ten-day contract for NBA than commercial endorsements. However, it is not bad to be able to spend an afternoon to subsidize the household income.

You can't go to Epshaw's house to eat and drink in every few days.

“What kind of business is it?”

"A playground event, they invite you to do a promotion this afternoon. What you have to do is very simple, compare the shooting with tourists in front of the shooting machine. Anyone who can win you can get the prizes provided by the playground. Easy and happy, five thousand dollars will be in your pocket. Oh, but five thousand dollars, to be precise, you can only get four thousand dollars, because according to the contract, I have a 20% commission on the commercial contract."

After hearing the last words of Carl Jones, Link knew why Carl Jones was so keen to find a business contract for himself. However, Link could understand it, after all, he could not help him in vain. The commission for this business cooperation was just to be regarded as the salary he paid to Carl Jones.

Maybe this time Jones makes money, he will have enough motivation to help him run to the NBA?

"Okay, but I have to wait until the training ends at noon today. I have a little requirement, Carl, no business activity can conflict with training, and training will always be the first, okay?"

"There's no problem at all, Link. So I'll drive to the stadium to pick you up at four o'clock this afternoon. Trust me, you'll fall in love with the feeling of being a star."

Hang up the phone, Link sighed. Go to the playground to play with tourists on a shooting machine? Why does this sound a bit like a part-time job as a summer job?

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After the afternoon training, Carl Jones appeared at the entrance of the training hall on time. Jones did a pretty good job in time. He met twice, but Jones was not late for both times.

"Go away, big star! I think there may be a large number of fans waiting for you now!"

Before getting in the car, Carl Jones poked his head out and shouted at Link.

"Carl, how are the NBA's affairs talking about?"

However, Link's attention was not on the event this afternoon. As soon as he got on the bus, he asked Carl about NBA.

"Uh, I'm still working hard, Link. You can't be anxious, after all, you've only played a good game. If you can perform well in a few consecutive games, I guarantee you will be favored by the NBA team. So, don't be anxious, Link. Let's go step by step, first, start with conquering the playground in Oklahoma."

Along the way, Carl Jones looked pretty good. Because he had no need to do anything this afternoon and had a net income of $1,000.

While the car was driving, Link and Jones passed through Oklahoma’s real home court, belonging to the Thunder’s Chesapeake Energy Arena.

Today happened to be the match day. Although it was only afternoon, there were already a crowd of fans outside the Chesapeake Energy Arena.

Outside the stadium, the huge poster of the Thunder players was very conspicuous. On the poster, Link saw the figures of Westbrook, Durant, James Harden and Serge Ibaka.

When he thought of the career trajectory of these four people, Link couldn't help but sigh. If the four of them never separated, God knows how far the Thunder can go.

But then again, will the world suddenly have another self change history? Link doesn't know, but he is sure that the trajectory of history will not follow the previous ones.

Just as Link was thinking, Carl Jones had already driven to the entrance of a playground.

There were not many people in the amusement park, and Link did not attract much attention after getting off the car. Although he scored a triple-double in front of Luke Babbitt yesterday, it was a development league game after all, and Link was still a distance between the word "star".

"Let's go, not far ahead. What you have to do is very simple, shoot with tourists and then take the money home."

“Yeah, this amusement park”

"You are Link! Oh my God, it's you. Your performance yesterday was amazing! Yesterday's big win was the most exciting game that the Blues have played so far this season. Hey, man, can you take a photo with us!?"

When Link was about to complain that the playground was smaller than he thought, a middle-aged man dragged his wife and children suddenly rushed to Link.

Indeed, Link could not compare with those real superstars. But yesterday's game still made him more famous locally.

"Planning? Of course, of course there is no problem." Link was a little flattered and took a photo with the family of three in a confused manner.

"Come on, Link. I believe you will appear on the NBA field in the future." After the photo, the man waved and left.

Link was a little relieved. He was unknown even in college in his previous life. But now, he is a public figure.

"Look, I said you will be very popular. Let's go, Link, everyone is waiting for you."

Carl Jones waved, and he felt as if he had created a star.

In other words, a money tree has been successfully cultivated.

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Two girls were walking hand in hand on the trail of the amusement park. One of the brown-haired girls looked around and looked bored.

"I thought this newly opened amusement park would be built a little bigger." The girl shook her head in disappointment. Oklahoma, like his hometown Ohio, is far from being comparable to an international metropolis like the Los Angeles area.

"Look, it seems that there are many people gathering in front of me." Next to the brown-haired girl, another girl pointed at a crowd of people in a dark place.

The two looked at each other and smiled and walked up.

"Sir, what's wrong here? Why are so many people gathered?" The young brown-haired girl stepped forward generously to ask, and could see that her personality was very cheerful and would not be shy even if she talked to strangers.

"I heard that the playground invited a professional player to do activities. As long as you play shooting, you can get rewards. So far, four people have tried it, but no one has won him. I have to say that guy's sight is really good."

The onlooker replied with a smile.

"Professional player?" The lazy brunette girl suddenly felt energetic. It happened that she was a hardcore basketball fan.

To be precise, she was once a basketball player.

So the girl pushed the crowd away in a swimming posture and squeezed to the front. Since she was in Oklahoma, the Thunder players should be invited.

Who will it be? Westbrook, Durant, or James Harden?

However, when the girl saw the guy who was competing with tourists to shoot, she was extremely disappointed because she didn't know the professional player in front of her at all.

Indeed, the man was very tall and should be about 2 meters tall. And as people say, his shooting accuracy was very terrible, almost every hit. The man's muscle lines were obvious, but yellow skin was not common.

He is likely to be a professional player, but the girl can guarantee that he is by no means a well-known role player.

"The 15 shots ended, Link made 14 of 15 shots this time! Unfortunately, the tourists failed to challenge! But don't be discouraged, you still get a chance to take a photo with professional players!"

At this time, the host of the playground organizer shouted with a microphone. The brown-haired girl finally knew the name of the so-called professional player.

"Link?" She frowned. As a basketball fan, she had never heard of this name.

Could it be that the playground found a fake professional player to cheat people?

"Now, there is still one last chance to challenge Link, who else wants to try?"

After hearing what the host said, the girl confidently raised her slender arm. This is also the first woman to dare to challenge since the beginning of today's event.

"That lady, I can already feel your enthusiasm even if it's so far away. Come on, as the last challenger, come and experience the feeling of competing with professional players! Can this lady know your name?"

"Rachel Demita."
Chapter completed!