Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 114 A new chapter!go to China!

(Old rules, the beginning of a new chapter, an introduction to the whole chapter.)
Where is the old-fashioned cow-nosed way!The team doctor Jones looked contemptuous.

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"This is Gu..." Qing Weasel Hermit smiled slightly.

"Damn it!" Dayao jumped up cleverly: "Stop playing, okay?"

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"Lord benefactor, what are these strangers talking about?"

"Oh! Didn't say anything, they said you were handsome!" Ron was sweating from behind...

"Wonderful...very good! The old man is going to collect medicine and practice Taoism!"

"Do you know the way?"

The Hermit Qing Weasel smiled slightly: "The old man went to the place of 'Yi Yi Ah Ah' last night to collect some Yin Qi..."

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The star-studded All-Star, in a nightclub in Dallas, a young man with a beard bumped into Ron...

"Hey! Dude! Watch out for your dick! Hey! You're so kind..." Harden said.

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"Hey! Big ass girl! It's so cool!" James Harden flicked his eyebrows at Ron proudly...

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"Pimpedao only knows that the body can be cured, but the heart disease is the help of ghosts and gods..."

"Well, I know..." Ron sighed helplessly as he watched Mayo hugging left and right as he walked towards his room...

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Looking at the spotless room, the missing sense of happiness can never be found again...

He picked up the small note on the table, and instantly burst into tears...

"...if you weren't a super manager... how nice it would be..."

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(new chapter begins...)
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In the empty meeting room, Ron stood quietly by the window looking at the night sky of Houston...

In the regular post-match meeting that ended more than ten minutes ago, he remained silent like a puppet on strings.

Nothing to talk about, except for arguments and quarrels, and nothing better than to add insult to injury...

Before you have established enough prestige, everyone will only find fault with you with a magnifying glass. Winning-this is your job, and you should thank others for their efforts and efforts; lose?I'm sorry, but you are the person responsible, if you are not the one to take the blame, who else could it be?

Ron also understood his situation, and his low mood made him lazy to argue...

However, the group of old men in front of him are endlessly grabbing at his little mistakes, and they will not let him go...

"Unfortunate game, players gave it their all...if Kevin Martin was there...maybe..."

"In order to save team expenses and salary space, I can prepare a lot of good proposals...but why change a guy who can't start in a bad team like the Bobcats..."

"Yeah, isn't Yao Ming coming back soon? Why do you need a second-rate center..."

This kind of hindsight made Ron sick...

"Yeah! Sure, it could be a good deal, pardon my nitpicking, but if we send him away after the game...is the best time?"

This is already considered a relatively euphemistic criticism.

"Perhaps... the next time you make a deal, you should talk to us first... After all, this is our job... and the team's related procedures..." Berry said with a little rigor while laughing: "You know... There is no rule without rules...Even if you are the decision maker, we still have to be responsible to our boss..."

This guy is full of bad water, I'm afraid he is waiting for Ron to make mistakes in his dreams...

Seeing his high-spirited look, it seemed that the team had a big problem and he was going to settle it... which made Ron very upset.

"Silly X" Ron cursed in Chinese.

"What?" Barry obviously didn't understand.

"It's nothing, besides, you're dedicated!" Ron smiled wickedly.

"That's it!" He straightened his tie solemnly, and put on an attitude of relying on the old: "I have worked for the team since 03, and I should do my best for the team..."

Many Asians at the scene suppressed their laughter and almost laughed out loud...

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Only Mr. Olajuwon has always maintained the same front as Ron. He said euphemistically: "The opportunity of 'trading' is fleeting...Gentlemen, at least fans, you can see in the game that we are gradually getting better...Isn't it?"

"No, no... We didn't say that the team won't get any better, yes... it's just..." Larry, the administrative director, glanced at Ron for a while, hesitated for a long time: "...it can be better, yes...a person...no matter how good he is, he can't...maybe..."

Hey, dare to show your cards to me together.

Ron smiled wryly.

dictator…

This arrogant brat...

He doesn't understand us at all...

Many ugly words were written on their faces, reminding or warning Ron not to act recklessly.

What do you do?If your method works, will it still be like this when I take over?
Well, it's useless to say anything...

Ron has been staring at the financial report without saying a word, and the others are still expressing their opinions and arguing in the conference room, getting red-faced...

Some people say that Chandler should be cut to make a lot of room for the 03 golden generation of All-Stars whose contracts expire next year to put on a "you come and I dare to sign" posture...

Some people also said that the next game will go to the Staples Center World War II Lakers, save energy, and focus on the second back-to-back game against the Clippers...

What's more, he began to advocate the probability theory of "putting the top pick" again, almost causing Ron to spit a mouthful of tea on the table...

In the end, after all, no substantive results could be discussed, and the meeting broke up unhappy...

When everyone left, Ron let out a long sigh of relief...

"Hi!" Dameng walked over leisurely, with a kind smile on his face: "Don't be as knowledgeable as them, they are all old guys who don't understand the past, they are looking for their own sense of existence, so you don't need to..."

Ron gave him a blank look: "I don't have time to be angry with them!"

"That's right... Hee hee, listen, you must know that the 'truth' is in the hands of a few people! Happy weekend!" Dameng hummed a tune, but walked in a hurry.

"and many more…"

"Hey!" The old man was clever, realizing that he was going to be the king of labor again, he sighed in frustration...

"Haha, let me tell you why you are so kind...don't try to get away. Remember, wait for my call tomorrow afternoon..." Ron suddenly swept away the decadence before, his eyes were full of passion.

"Follow me to China!"

5000 years of Chinese civilization, traditional profound Chinese medicine...

Whether it is "The Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" or "Compendium of Materia Medica", there are even many miracles that Ron can't tell himself, subverting traditional Western medical science...

For Dayao, for Rocket!

Of course also for my dream!
Like night, PM10:[-].

After approving all the documents, Ron stood up and stretched himself.

So quiet!The entire Toyota Center…

It's hard to imagine that a few hours ago, the passionate Yao Zhisong was still echoing here...

He turned off the lights, left the office, and walked out of the Toyota Center. The old security guard Joe immediately saluted him with vigor.

"Thank you..." Ron nodded and greeted the other party's reverent eyes...

In fact, most grassroots staff have respect for this new workaholic manager. Ron also knows that in this society, people need to be recognized, and you must rely on your own continuous efforts.

As usual, he went to the cinema of "Midnight Reincarnation" showing old silent films to relieve the stress of the day...

Turning on the pocket radio in his pocket, Buckley's love-hate accent came as expected...

"How long will the Los Angeles streak last?"

Barkley: "Look at their schedule, oh, my God, they are likely to have a wave of 20-something winning streak...the next few opponents, their winning percentage is below 60%. I think they can even retreat from the most terrifying Texas triangle in the league. Unless they don't want to, it is difficult for anyone to end their winning streak..."

Kenny: "That's right, except for the unexpected and tenacious blocking in Houston today, the [-]-game winning streak didn't consume much effort...they will have three days for them to recuperate."

Barkley: "I think, whether it's the Hornets, Pistons or Bucks teams that are desperate for the playoffs, or the Kings, Timberwolves, Nets, Wizards and other teams that are determined to be bad, they are not enough to pose a threat to the defending champion...Only after the All-Star Game against the Nuggets with Billups in the Pamirs, and then back-to-backs in the Windy City to face the Chicago Bulls with Derrick Rose. It is possible to maintain a winning streak and pose a threat to them..."

Kenny: "Who's their next opponent?"

Barkley: "Let's see... oh, it's still the Houston Rockets... This time it's their site... Staples Arena."

Kenny: "Poor Rocket..."

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Kacha... Ron turned off the radio with lingering fear. After all, he was going to the old silent movie theater to relieve the pressure, so he could go home easily...

In the empty cinema, Chaplin's "The Great Dictator" was being shown, from which Ron could vaguely see a lot of himself, he couldn't help but smile knowingly, and wiped away all the frustration and bad luck...

Suddenly thinking of the days I have traveled all the way, I feel relaxed and happy for a while.

You did a good job, um, you did a bad job… he kept saying to himself.

"Good job!"

A familiar voice came, and Ron looked back in surprise, and a face with a very emotional face appeared in front of Ron...

　New chapter!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)