Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 199 Mayo, West Virginia sky quality change
"Oh, baby, I want a real guy... Do you understand what I mean?" Tyson Chandler greeted with a loud voice, and his words immediately made the paparazzi in many corners with wretched eyes burst into ecstasy...

"This is what I want, I'm so happy... Can you feel it? Hey! Golan (referring to Xiaode)!" It turned out that Chandler was proudly mixing the spirits...

"Okay, okay... Hey, yo~ give me a glass of orange juice..." Dragic said while continuing to talk on the phone.

"Orange juice! Haha... Do you think you are attending an Eastern European wedding? Oh, forgot... You are from there..." Chandler laughed and threw the freshly mixed wine at Ariza who was drunk and unconscious: "Hey, Trevor! Three points!"

"No one is watching me! PASS! (Thought I was in a game...)" Ariza raised his hand and hiccupped...

"Trevor, have you drank too much?" A hot girl who had been watching him for a long time leaned close to her chest...

"No... I never drink!" He shrugged his nose and smiled wildly. "I see your face! (teasing her for getting too close)"

"I saw you too... why don't we find a quiet place to talk about life and ideals..."

"Talking about life and ideals?"

"uh-huh!"

"Hey! Everyone! I want to talk about life and ideals with this lady! I want to talk about life and ideals with this lady!"

Almost everyone is drunk and ugly... They have long forgotten how they were defeated when they were 10 wins and 23 losses...

Even the reserved Scola had a fiery chat and smirk with a Latina beauty...

Only Lowry was left sitting alone on the sofa watching his teammates shaking their heads...

"You will talk about life and ideals with the best player in the game! (Ariza, who scored 23 points and 11 rebounds against the Knicks, was named the best player on the spot) MVP!" Before entering a certain room, Ariza said...

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"Wow! What a good figure! Can't that idiot Ariza's room door be closed?" Old Barry stood guard at the door and took two more sips with a wine bottle, smirking foolishly...

"This is heaven!" Nick Young, who just came out of the toilet, waved his arms and hugged...

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"The Houston Rockets collectively participated in a private party in New York held by most of the flesh and skin (generally refers to women who are passionate about having sex with celebrities)..."

"Hey...that's going to be good news...wait, where's Mayo?"

"That guy must be hiding somewhere smoking marijuana..."

"How about we go in again? This is big news!"

The wretched paparazzi in twos and threes exchanged glances with each other, full of surprises, and were about to enter the door again, but saw a taxi followed by a stretched Lincoln flying by...

A Chinese man in casual clothes, followed by a few big men in suits and leather shoes, came out murderously.

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Ron saw the identities of these wretched men hovering outside the door at a glance. He snatched the other party's pocket camera and smashed it to pieces...

"you…"

"Take it and get out!" He took out a few 100-dollar bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the opponent's underwear, and kicked the door open like a tiger coming out of a cage...

"What's wrong!" The man guarding the gate suddenly met Ron's murderous eyes, and suddenly lost his confidence: "This... This is a private party, you..."

"I'm here to look for my team member! My name is Ron!" He didn't care about that soft-footed crab, and walked in without turning his head. With that posture, even the big men in suits and leather shoes behind him were sweating profusely...

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Old Barry opened a bottle of vodka again, looked at the young people on the dance floor who were reveling in the sex dance, their heads were shaking back and forth rhythmically... and smiled knowingly.

"tasty?"

"It's delicious! This wine...huh?"

"I mean, is it really better to drink casually at such a lewd private party than drinking in a hotel?" Ron asked seriously.

I... I'll go!Old Barry was dumbfounded...

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In March 09, after Gay came back, the depressed Mayo was arrested for carrying marijuana in the accompanying vehicle...

And Ron, who can't forget this advice in his mind, is what worries him the most right now...

In the smoky small room, many drug addicts are enjoying the feeling of wanting to die... It was just a sudden slamming of the door that woke everyone up...

"OJ-Mayo!" Ron said calmly, but there was a murderous indifference, such penetrating power, that even the two naked girls around Mayo noticed it and were stunned... "Get out!"

"Yes... sir!" Mayo was dumbfounded, like a rabbit...

"Counsel!" A flesh and blood scolded.

"What do you know!" said another hot girl who had seen the world: "That guy is Ron! Houston's team manager!"

"!"

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"Okay! Ladies and gentlemen! Sorry to interrupt everyone's party time...Houston bastards, come with me!"

If you make a mistake like a child, all Houston Rockets players bow their heads...

"Hey! Manager!" The drunk Ariza was still acting cute...

Ron just walked over quietly with his head down...

"Hello! Manager!" Everyone was really sweating for him...

"Mr. Trevor Ariza..." Ron patted him lightly on the shoulder, "Tomorrow, I invite you to the Houston Vipers (a team affiliated with the Houston Rockets, which belongs to the NBDL Development League.) to participate in a game against the Tulsa 66ers... And now, please put your fucking pants on and get the hell out! Now!"

After being scolded and punished with a temporary transfer, Ariza suddenly sobered up...

This is deeply heart-wrenching, the honest Tie Zha in the past actually shed tears of grievance...

"Pfft...haha..." Some people almost couldn't help laughing...

"So do you!"

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"You guys definitely don't like staying at the Toyota Center's training ground the day before the All-Star Game..." Ron looked at Adelman, and the old man spread his hands to express his willingness to accompany him...

"You guys went to a private party to have fun behind my back?" Ron said angrily and sadly, "Can you use your cerebellum to think about problems a little bit, reporters in New York are more pervasive than flies!"

"There's nothing wrong with celebrating together...but you idiots, can you stop going out in public? You know this isn't your vacation, your hiking! You're all on contracts, you're here for work!"

Ron was out of breath, and took a few deep breaths with his head down: "It's unreasonable... K fan... smoking marijuana... drinking too much... playing with women... and made me go around the hotel... I didn't find my drunk big center..."

"How many drinks can I have!" Chandler said with a smirk.

"Tyson! I can pack you up and send you to any team in the league at any time! I can also kick you out of your hotel room!" Ron looked angrily at Nick Young, who was drunk and passed out, "Nick! Open your eyes! I'm not telling you a story!"

"A bunch of superstars! Playing around, picking up girls! ... How many games have you won? Have you reached the finals? I want to show you bastards a little bit!"

"Coach, didn't we win?" Nick Young's face was bright, and his breath smelled like alcohol...

"Well...we are invincible! Isn't this what you want? We have started to move in a good direction...winning streak, defeating opponents who are stronger than us...even competing for the championship after Yao paid...We are almost winners, why can't we relax..." Mayo said with a dark face.

For a moment, all the team members stared elsewhere with expressions of incomprehension, disbelief, and even disdain...

Only Lowry stared at Ron closely, and Mayo even closed his eyes and closed his eyes to rest...

"Because..." Ron turned his head, his eyes moistened: "Because this is not the basketball I want!"

"This... is your last chance... There will be no next time! Let's do it and cherish it..." He sighed sincerely, leaving the team members looking at each other...

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Who and Ron knew the consequences of a player who couldn't resist his desire?
Sleepless in New York, Ron stood in front of the window in a daze, recalling the self who was once young, anxious, and rebellious...

But why at that time, there was not even a life mentor like himself to make him go astray?

Mayo…

"It was Mayo's group post...he called on everyone to meet him with the 'big scene'..."

When the evening sky in West Virginia is no longer clear, should he recast the next sky with his own hands?

In that young man, he almost saw the shadow of himself back then...

perhaps…

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"Mr. Ron..."

In the early morning, unexpectedly, a reasonable uninvited guest appeared in a dark corner...

"Is it Enchanted? (After the China trip incident, I have already convinced Ron...)"

"...It's all settled... Regarding what happened late last night, there will be no negative news, there may be some gossip and rumors..."

"Hmm... Well done... (Long time dull...) What's going on with the Lakers?"

"They're busy revival, old Bath has a cold... just..."

"Well... go on."

"It's just that I personally feel that our life in Miami is a bit too normal, but a bit unusual..."

"What's the meaning…"

"So you didn't know? Not only did you have one of the first proven 'magic skills' in Miami, but you were on the other side, by far the greatest basketball manager in the world…"

"Isn't it Cardinal Auerbach?"

"He is dead…"

Miami…

"'God operator' Pat Riley?!" Ron was startled.

"Yeah...he never showed up for that game. After watching Michael Beasley play his first game last season, it was like missing..."

Michael Beasley?Flashy and insane...

"He...doesn't seem to have Wade yet...but..."

"Looking carefully, if the flexibility of their overall salary contract is maximized during the 10-year vacation period, it will be enough to swallow any player of the 03 golden generation in the free market..."

"I know!" Ron nodded: "But those people are beyond my ability...and they are not my type... Besides, the only thing I can do right now is follow the steps, and when Yao Ming comes back, I will get results... The rest, I will think about it in May this year..."

"Uh..." Enchanted sighed and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly turned around: "By the way, the first game after the All-Star Game is going to Phoenix City, please be careful of a Chinese man named 'Lin Shirong'..."

Lin Shirong?Doctor Thomas Carter's Chinese assistant?
"What?" Ron was taken aback for a moment.

"That guy...should be from the Lakers too, and he's not from Old Bath...he's from Phil Jackson..." He waved his hand, gesturing goodbye...

Under the moonlight, the fighter of the space city in the shadows embarked on his journey, Ron just took a deep breath and looked at the sky outside the window...

The road ahead is uncertain...

　The road ahead is uncertain...

　　Ask for a monthly pass!Ask for a recommendation ticket!Water and fertilize!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)