Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 121 It's not that simple, the shadows are waiting for an opportunity!

"Huh? What? No such person?" Ron was too surprised to speak.

"Well... yes, this is probably just a prank! It's not just people, there is no 'Nanshan Spiritual Nursing Home' in BJ City, there is a nursing home..." Thomas Carter's eyes are full of regret: "And, after the seminar, we visited several ancient Chinese historians in your country and confirmed that the name mentioned by the Taoist priest did have a corresponding person in the past dynasties. Although the relevant documents have been lost, there is sufficient evidence to prove that it existed in the world..."

"..." After speaking, Ron fell into silence...

"That's right, this guy is indeed a genuine miracle doctor! You have seen the clinical effect of the Chinese medicine treatment he gave me..." Thomas Carter turned to look at the radiant 37-year-old veteran Steve Nash: "The most amazing thing is that this is just one of the clinical treatments for sports injuries with your extensive and profound Chinese medicine..."

"I can still vaguely remember what he told me at the time... some things that I can't do..."

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"Damn it, why did this green tea bitch make a move ahead of time... He's so impatient... Hey!" Daoist Qing Weasel struggled to stand up. His stubbornness and stubbornness caused headaches for four or five big men who tried to subdue him... He even found time to kick the translator who was in a sluggish state.

"Listen, listen, help me tell this foreigner...his method is just a 'slow prescription' that changes the soup without changing the medicine...It relies too much on the self-discipline and elegant sentiment of the athlete. In the end, it needs the patient's own cooperation. ..."

"It's you, hurry up and go back to the mental hospital to stay! Early detection, early treatment!" The interpreter, who had long been dissatisfied with the unobtrusive style of the bull-nosed old Taoist, waved his hand to the erected Daoist Qing Weasel with a smile...

Under the watchful eyes of all the attendees, this old Taoist priest who made a splash finally left the stage with a disgraceful identity...

It often ends in this way. Until today, no one knows what kind of person lives in Zhugetun, Nanyang...

And in one of the most top-secret materials of the Los Angeles Lakers, in a research report on miraculous skills, the miraculous body sculpting, DNP...

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"Perhaps...perhaps, Yao Ming may come back in a short time... Of course, from the perspective of Western medicine, and the level of Chinese medicine I know, this is indeed like a fantasy...In any case, I hope to see a miracle in medicine...But I still hope that you can make all mental preparations...After all, this is the cruelty of competitive sports..."

Having said so much, the miracle doctor Carter could only silently pat Ron on the shoulder, with a little expectation, to bid farewell.

Heh, it sounds like the levels you encountered when chasing your dreams and breaking through difficult problems...

If you can't find the KEY to break through your destiny, you can only accept the fate of failure...

Think about it, Ron has already declared the fake news that Yao Ming is about to come back in front of all news media reporters in advance. If there is no Yao this season, it is conceivable that it will be impossible to achieve a satisfactory result for everyone in the end.

What's more, he has been looking forward to watching Dayao win the O'Brien Cup!
And after the lost season ended, in May of this year, when it was time to settle the accounts, and then dig out the previous deceit to add insult to injury, what was placed in front of Ron was not just as simple as being fired by Alexander...

Imagine the consequences!

First of all, he will be regarded as a person without integrity, and he will be cast aside by the public opinion. Even if he returns to China, he will never be able to stand up... Just like the door incident back then, Ron still remembers it...

Then the heavy news of Yao Ming's return stimulated the surge of Alexander's company on the Nasdaq stock market.Most likely, the Commercial Crime Bureau will step in and prosecute Ron for commercial fraud...

In the end, the most scapegoat Houston media reporters, even the fans and capitalists in the space city, will pin all the nightmares of this season on this scapegoat, and Yao Ming can only retire with regret in the end, and McGrady hangs around his place even more, and eventually becomes a fading meteor...

Thinking about it now, Ron was really scared...

However, if there is disappointment, there will be hope. Although it seems that there is no way out, he firmly believes that all the efforts will eventually bring results.

And if it wasn’t for Thomas Carter’s enlightening narration, leading to a miraculous story, he would just rush into China like a boring fly, and waste these three days of good time in vain...

Looking at this foreigner with noble medical ethics, Ron felt deep gratitude in his heart, and sincerely hoped that the kindness of dripping water would be repaid in the future...

He suddenly couldn't help asking himself, in the face of cruel competitive sports, apart from intrigue, is there really a conscience?

Perhaps people who were born and raised in this Arizona desert have better perceptual cognition than people in other places...

Phoenix, I will not forget your generosity this time.Ron thought.

In the vast sea of ​​people, where should we go?For the sake of a doctor who has never been masked, for the career of a great center forward, and for the dream of a dynasty pursued by Ron himself...

I will not give up!

Know the destiny, do your best, and if you know it, how can you wait for death?

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It was noon when we got back to Houston.

Ron was not idle, and he called Yao Ming on the first phone call. After asking about his health, he sincerely wished Yao Ming a speedy recovery...

"Damn, you kid didn't fool me! If you have another operation, you might as well retire." Although it was out of anger, he still accepted Ron's conservative treatment.

call…

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Portland, three thousand kilometers away...

"You did a great job! This is a compliment from Los Angeles for your hard work..."

The man in the trench coat handed a check to the shadows...

deathly silence...

"Greg Oden's health is only worth $250 million in the eyes of the Bass Consortium?" A cold voice from the shadows filled the alley...

"What? If you are too greedy, you know what kind of trouble it will bring..." the man in the windbreaker asked back.

"Did you know that there is something called poliovirus in the world?" The cold words were filled with a deep chill... "Look at the hand you just handed over!"

"!!" The man in the windbreaker suddenly discovered that the blood on the index finger of his left hand was pierced by a blunt object at some point...

"Damn it! You bastard!" The man in the windbreaker rolled on the ground holding his hand, and lost consciousness in less than half a minute...

In the camera, a man with cold eyes and a tightly covered body quickly found another check from the man in the windbreaker, and left quickly in the dim sunlight...

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Phoenix.

An hour after Ron left.

"Has he been here?" It was the deepest, darkest old voice on the phone, who else but Jerry Buss?

"Yes, he's going to China!" Speaking English with a southern accent, Lin Shirong responded respectfully, and at the end there was a dazzling killing intent in his eyes... "Do you want me to follow the past and wait for an opportunity?"

"Oh, no need... Right now, the Phoenix Suns are the biggest thorn in our way to the championship... I've got Enchanted to drive over from Portland..." Jerry Buss said.

(End of this chapter)