Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 298 Final Proposition Exam
In the city of spaceflight, the world of luxury and gold was dimly lit. Ron looked along the gray fog in front of the window, and the neon city was full of haze.

At this time, the problem Ron faced was even more difficult than his identity as a Chinese. It seemed like a particularly difficult bonus question in the algebra test:

In the context of the Western Conference finals last season, all your main players were poached.Yao Ming will not be able to return until the playoffs due to injury...

Excluding Yao Ming, you only have $4000 million to spend on 600 players.And your opponent, who has already spent $4000 million on his fifteen players, has another $[-] million to spare.How do you spend the only $[-] million you have without losing your face in disgrace?At least make the fans willing to pay for your tickets?
If the market is still rational, then all talented players will be bought by rich teams, and the Houston Rockets with only $4000 million left have no chance at all.

But they still have a purpose of existence, what?
The purpose of existence is just to let other teams beat them up?
Ron: The key is no longer how much money you have, but whether you know how to spend it wisely.Smart allocation of resources is the most important key to success for small teams.I don't believe in the nonsense that based on past experience, human nature is always your inestimable X factor.I only believe in real data and my heart, and my heart will never lie to me.

...

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

He stayed quietly in an old silent movie hall where no one was watching.

The radio in my hand was turned on and off again.

On the radio, the noisy CNTV commentary bored him.

CNTV commentator: "Kobe is unstoppable! The audience shouted loudly!"

"Losing the second game, then fighting back all the way...finally 4:1..."

He turned off the radio, sat aside and thought quietly.

"With Yao Ming crashing to the ground, the Rockets' luck has come to an end! The Lakers will become the king of the Western Conference again! And compete with the Bostonians for their championship!"

Off again.He blinked... a little tiredly.On the mobile phone, there was a text message from Scarlett, "The child is fine...he is healthy...I will tell who his father is...don't bother me..."

With a blank expression on his face, he just turned over and walked towards the Toyota Center...

...

In the management tunnel, the old security guard was watching TV. The fans celebrating in Los Angeles heard the sound of footsteps coming from far and near, so he instinctively turned off the TV.

Ron: "It's okay, Joe, let's go!"

"I... I don't need to look..."

"Let's go..."

"All right…"

...

half a month later.

Ron stood alone in the empty Toyota Center, looking at the faintly visible jerseys above his head...

There's Tomjanovich's, there's Olajuwon's, there's Drexler's...

Several championship banners made him sigh...

He turned on the tiny radio he carried with him again, then turned it off immediately.

For something about shame, it's enough to keep your head clear all the time...

"If you're a Los Angeles Lakers player and you don't like the smell of champagne, it's too bad to see Artest jumping with excitement...you better apply for a transfer..."

"Go to the Rockets... because they have to face this horrible Fmvp every year, and now Kobe is laughing like a child... four times!"

Ron slammed the radio in his hand against the car window beside him, and after several times, he threw it out.

Suddenly he found that he forgot to close the thing, and there was a noisy creaking inside, so that he would not feel uncomfortable...

Pushing open the car door and walking over, stomping a few times like a madman...

"Fuck you, Lakers!" he yelled angrily.

The phone fell out, and the original phone case, which symbolized the photo of the happy young couple, disappeared...

...

Ron adjusted the volume of his favorite JAY-style song to the maximum, and while pretending to be excited to beat the rhythm, he drove.

That way you can overwrite the words on the new radio you just bought.

An announcer: "Do you know how many children are wearing OJ-Mayo jerseys now? The signature star of the Rockets, Mayo's coats, hats, photos, posters..."

Another announcer: "Yeah, but when the New Yorkers get here in November, these kids will boo him. Are you saying it's Mayo's fault, or Alexander's? Or the yellow-skinned manager who blows and disappears?"

An announcer: "You can't blame an Easterner who works under the stingy boss. He at least brought the Rockets to the Western Conference Finals, just like you can't blame those tycoons for stealing eggs from Houstonians!"

Another announcer: "Why can't I blame them?"

An announcer: "They offered a price of 6 million U.S. dollars in six years. New Yorkers have deep pockets and are willing to give him money. He even wanted to give Kyle Lowry a share at the same time. God, it's as if we are their farm... We cultivate things, and they are only responsible for buying them..."

The car travels 120 yards and stops on the edge of the mansion...

Across the door is one of Beyoncé's mansions.

"How are you guys?" A wizened old man who looked like Buzz Lightyear, enjoying his leisure time after being scolded by the whole city...

However, Ron still had a smile on his face for Alexander, who had cultivated himself by himself.

He responded with three words.

"Uncomfortable!" "Very painful!" "It's hard to accept..."

"Really? They played very well! They tried their best! Remember our original plan? Remember the 20-game losing streak at the beginning of the season?" As the instigator, his face was not red and his neck was not thick.

Ron couldn't bear to rush to say: "They did play very well, but the ball is round..."

People with a discerning eye don't speak dark words, so how could Alexander not know the purpose of Ron's trip?

"Next season will be better..." Alexander hesitated, and when he said this, he lost all confidence.

"Yes...but...we're very close...just a little bit...it's there..." Ron kept flashing a smile on his lips, hoping to impress the other party.

"Yeah, almost got it, you should be proud of your success..."

"Oh, I feel great, yes... I feel great..." Ron stared at him, smiling all the time, until Alexander was stunned and rolled his eyes.

Ron: "Uh...actually you know...we can't be better next year..."

Alexander was startled: "Why not?"

Ron: "Why not?"

Ron said with a smile on his face, "We lost OJ Mayo, we lost Dragic, we lost Luis Scola, we will lose Lowry and more..."

Ron spread his hands: "...we've talked about it, we're in trouble..."

The old man was a little puzzled, and Ron added: "We... are like a farm experiment field in Texas. When we have players who are worthy... just wait for others to harvest..."

"Where is Yao Ming..."

"Can't play...can't play...unless you want him to retire next season..."

Alexander looked sad, but still pretended to be calm: "We will find a new leader, just like you packaged Mayo..."

Ron smiled bitterly: "Impossible, I can't use 4000 million to compare with others' 2000 million, it's not fair!"

Alexander: "That's what a basketball court is!"

"I need your help, boss..."

"We don't have any more money..."

"I need your money..."

"We don't have any more money Ron..." Alexander silently looked at the photo of his father...

"At least, it's not that bad...I can build you a championship team..." Ron begged a little. "Isn't that why you hired me? My goal is to take this team to the Finals...yes... just a little bit, dollars..."

"Listen, Ron!" Alexander's face was livid, and he instantly brought Ron back to reality from his beautiful vision. "Just act like we are a team in a small market, and you are the manager of a small market. I order you not to spend money that I don't have! I also order you to take a deep breath..."

He only thinks about how to make money, and it is better to earn more money than to hope for an unattainable championship...

"Don't think about losing. It's over. It's June now. Do you want to wait until October? I'll tell the board of directors. I'll go back and think about it with everyone. How to make up for our lost strength. By the way, ask Yao Ming if he can come back this season, and see what he can get in exchange for Scola!"

He did not forget to add: "With the money we have!"

Ron spread his hands and wanted to make a final struggle.

Alexander frowned: "Is there anything else...Oh... By the way, I rarely see you and Scarlett together recently, what happened?"

The hot blood was almost poured out at once, Ron got up helplessly, turned around and staggered away...

...

"I secretly hid it from my agent, this offer is not bad, you must accept it..."

As soon as he got home and put down his briefcase, the relentless calls for his death came pouring in.

And this call was from Nick Young...

Ron: "I understand, give me another day..."

Young: "He's almost decided, so I thought I should tell you..."

"Ding ding..." The landline also rang at the same time...

Ron was in a hurry: "I have a phone, Nick, I'll call you later..."

"I hope to continue to be a part of the team...I hope to play under you"

Ron put down the phone, and connected the phone at the same time: "Bye! Yes, please say!"

"Ron, I'm Danny Fagan!"

An old fox-like agent appeared in Ron's mind, and he instinctively felt that some bad luck seemed to follow.

Fegan: "I just had a phone call with Luis Scola...so..."

Ron felt a chill in his heart: "You...you can't? Wait...you said that Scola would not go to another team unless it exceeded 750 million...you promised!"

"... Raptors up to 775! Yes..."

After a long silence, he bit his cheek and cursed that guy named Colangelo.

Fagan: "Are you still there?"

Ron: "We agreed, Danny!"

Feigen: "Mr. Luo, if you offer 800 million, we will really make a deal..."

Ron: "Forget it, you tricked me..."

Fagan: "I just did my job..."

Ron: "No, you just played me! Congratulations you bastard, you win!"

"This is the NBA! You have to..."

Ron took the microphone and threw it into the trash can...

...

Looking out the window at the world of luxury and gold, Ron instinctively felt a little lonely...

Am I living my dream?Why am I still lonely?

Is it because you just experienced a breakup?

In the same day, ESPN broke the rocket's internal turmoil:

OJ-Mayo jumped out of his rookie contract and joined the New York Knicks for 6 million in 1 years...

Goran Dragic, 3 years and 2000 million to return to the Phoenix Suns…

Tyson Chandler and Kyle Lowry were exchanged for some cash and the No. 5 draft pick. The former was quickly signed by Dallas with a maximum salary of 5 million in five years...

What about the rest?All the contracts expire or are terminated, and there are only 20 people in Hugh City who have guaranteed contracts in the 3-man roster that meets the requirements of the league...

Trevor Ariza…

Allen Iverson (in the last year, the veteran's basic salary, look at the hopelessness of winning the championship...has mentioned the word of retirement to the media more than one time...)
And Yao Ming...

After crashing to the ground last year, he was taken to Penglai by Qing Weasel—the return date is undecided...

...

The road to success is full of twists and turns!Ron bit his lip angrily.

　OJ-Mayo jumped out of his rookie contract and joined the New York Knicks for 6 million in 1 years...

　　Goran Dragic, 3 years and 2000 million to return to the Phoenix Suns…

　　Tyson Chandler and Kyle Lowry were exchanged for some cash and the No. 5 draft pick. The former was quickly signed by Dallas with a maximum salary of 5 million in five years...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)