Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 299 A Humorous Life

In June, in the scorching heat of summer, a big piece of news caused all the teams in the league to collapse...

In front of the TV, the wretched smile of Pat Riley, the godfather of Miami, handed the Heat red jersey to James...and Bosh...

03 The three elites of the golden generation gathered in Miami. It seems that they will not give up until they win 82 wins...

...

Maybe Miami has two back-to-back Lakers...

It's the people of Los Angeles who should be threatened...

It's just that Riley's robbery-like free market poaching this time made the general manager of the team who changed direction last season and vacated a lot of salary space collectively stupid...

Of course, it also includes the Houston Rockets who passively made room...

Bang!
He greeted the TV with an ashtray...

Then I twitched with depression...

...

"I like guys with hair on their butts, such as Rudy Guy... It's time to welcome back our No. 8 show..." In the noisy conference room, everyone said what they wanted.

Ron put his cheeks together and listened quietly.

"He has shades of Anthony and LeBron, honestly..."

"No no...you're not right, he doesn't have the physique to play in the NBA..."

"Who's there with you, Bell?" said a shiny guy sitting on Ron's right.

"I love Josh Smith!"

"Yes!" Some scouts and consultants agreed.

"Yeah, that guy has enough wingspan...and Atlanta likes Horford a little more..."

Ron shook his head, pretending to be indifferent...

"It's also my first choice, with clean hair and good looks..."

"Yes, the jaw is powerful, all-rounder!"

"Nice player!"

"Can he fight?" Ron asked.

"Of course, the shooting action is very elegant and can dunk the basket!"

"As long as there is no one in front of him, as long as he has the ball in his hands... the whole stadium can hear it, very crisp!"

"If he's so good, why is he so inefficient?" Ron asked back.

"He is a good future All-Star, he will be ready..." The senior consultant on the right raised his head and stared at Ron in disbelief.

"Will he still be a good player when he becomes the first choice, the first player for all teams?"

"Very likely!" an older scout interjected.

"No, I don't think so! He looks so good because all eyes are on Joe Johnson!" said Ron.

"This kid needs experience, give him some sunshine, he will be brilliant..." the senior consultant vowed.

"He can fight..." the one behind interrupted. "He can play small forward and power forward!"

All around, nodding their heads in approval, making a lot of noise.

Ron took a sip of his coffee angrily and knocked on the cup.

Many people spread their hands to show that you are the boss.

"Okay, let's continue..." Senior Advisory Director Berry said dissatisfied.

"Ah Ti, who do you like?" Berry asked, pointing to the scouts of the Overseas Player Development Team.

"I...I like Luol Deng. When he was in England, I had my eyes on him. He never took a shot that was not sure..."

"Needs a bit of a makeover, I admit. But he's worth noting."

"His girlfriend is ugly," said another.

"What does this mean?"

"My girlfriend is ugly, and I have no confidence. I still want Brandon Jennings to be reliable with the Bucks..."

"Listen to your farts! Ah Ti is right, this guy Jennings is a bad fart!" Another old man said, "There is nothing wrong with a bad fart. He is the kind of person who has already arrived 2 minutes before the person comes."

"Lol Deng, as an All-Star, has a British market behind him, and he plays well!"

"Jennings is ready. He scored 1 points in his freshman year. He just needs more experience..."

"Wait a minute, I heard that his girlfriend is at most in the sixth grade..."

"Fart, if we're going to find someone to fill Mayo's vacancy, it might be him."

"La la la..." Ron looked at the noisy people, pretending to himself.

"I agree…"

"Mr. Luo, do you have any suggestions?" Barry looked at Ron and asked helplessly.

Ron glanced at him, and said in a provocative tone, "Gentlemen, I only hear you talking. Talking, la la la, like the special forces in "Dinosaur Kombat"..."

"We're trying to fix things, manager," said the analyst on the right.

"That's not going to solve it, you don't even have a formal problem."

"We know exactly what the problem is, sir."

"Okay! What's the problem? Who told me?" Ron glanced at everyone.

"Look, Ron, we both know what the problem is, we have to..."

"Very well, what's the problem?"

"The problem is, we have to replace several key players," said a senior consultant.

"No, what's the problem?" Ron looked at the others.

"We have to use our existing resources to fill the gaps in the past...Although we are not nobles, we can't take all the Big Three this summer like Miami..."

"No, what's the question? Mr. Hashim?" Ron began to call names.

Olajuwon spread his hands, "We need a point guard, a shooting guard, a small forward, a power forward, a center...to fill our last season with 108 points, 42 rebounds and 33 assists. 6 blocks and..."

Everyone nodded.

"Aww..." Before he could finish speaking, Ron interrupted him with a strange cry.

"The problem we have to solve is: there are rich teams in this world." Ron raised his hands to his forehead with a face full of humor, "There are poor teams...then there is garbage 50 meters shorter than them...then our piece of shit..."

Everyone was shocked.

"This is a fucking unfair game!" Ron glanced at everyone who was intimidated by him.

"Now, we're gutted like rich man's organ donors." Ron continued after a pause. "Boston took our hearts, New York took our limbs, and you guys are sitting here talking about 'looks good' like we're selling jeans. Like we're looking for Fabio!"

"We need to make a change! We are already the worst team in the NBA! We only have $4000 million!"

"Do you know what happens to a weak dog? He will die without mercy!"

Senior Advisor Berry sighed, "Mr. Luo, your story is wonderful, but we know exactly what we are facing..."

Ron sneered and looked at him and the gray-haired scouts, consultants, analysts...

"The guys here are very experienced and intelligent. We've been in the league since you were a kid. Now, put a little faith in us and let's do the job of replacing Yao Ming and replacing everyone who left."

"Are there any cheap All-Stars like Mayo on the market?" Ron sneered.

"No...not anymore...maybe..."

"Even if there were, can we afford it?" Ron asked again.

"No..." Many people lowered their heads helplessly.

"Then what's the point of us arguing here, who can tell me?" Ron was angry.

"Tell you! If we play by the rules of those big guys, we won't even be able to find people!"

"We can only play cards not according to the rules! This is reverse reasoning!"

All around, a piece of silence.

Only an elderly scout tremblingly asked: "Who is Fabio?"

The analyst on the right side pretended to understand and said, "A rookie this year, a shooting guard from Washington..."

And damn it!
Ron looked at him in amazement, and after a while he lowered his head helplessly... This is the so-called Brick House... Okay, I won't talk anymore...

"It doesn't matter... Our scouts will find good players with potential, and then the 'farm' will train them well and teach them how to play Rockets basketball...At most, they won't be able to make the playoffs this season...with the gimmick of Yao Ming's comeback...or find someone else and package them as stars, just like Mayo did in the past."

"You let us shoulder the responsibility of filling the team's immediate combat power!"

Everyone looked at Ron with confidence, and Ron looked at everyone strangely...

Can't make it to the playoffs...

Is this the management of a team that once won the championship?This is the management that followed me to the Western Conference Finals last season?

No wonder no matter how hard I try, it doesn't help...

Ron smiled bitterly inwardly.

All he sees in the humanity of all people is muddling along, a soul that has long since lost its past glory.

...

Ron lying on the sofa looked disappointed...

He opened the phone and closed it again.

Taylor Swift's smiling face is always in the first place, but he is a little tired of this noisy girl...

Unlike Scarlett, this little girl lives her own life all day long, and the proportion of friends of the opposite sex is as high as 99%...

Hobbies are completely out of touch with Ron...

"Did you sleep? How are you doing today?"

After finally typing a few words, Ron closed them all again. He sighed, and before his eyes were memories of the past...

...

Ron in 1997.

Thin, tall and young, he has endless strength all over his body.

Dribble...accelerate...change direction...slam up...slam dunk...

"Powerful, elegant enough..."

In the scene, the two foreigners were talking with anticipation.

"Looks good..."

Another dunk...

The two foreigners were also dumbfounded.

"This kid must be selected in the first round..."

...

"You're a player with great potential, Ro."

"You can run... you can pass... you can shoot... you can dunk..."

"And full of power..."

"It's not common!"

The middle-aged woman looked at her son proudly, and the middle-aged man shook hands with the two foreigners.

"This is Tom Martinez, the foreign player advisor for the Houston Rockets..."

Ron smiled and passed his hand over.

"Hey, how are you? Young star!"

"Nice to meet you…"

The mother was full of expectations, and the father bowed his head with some complicated thoughts...

"I haven't seen a truly versatile player overseas for a long time!"

"Are you... interested in coming to the United States on the other side of the ocean to play in the NBA? We would like to invite you to participate in next year's draft..."

...

I don't know why this reminds me of this...

Ron smiled wryly.

Alright alright…

You can't do it, I'll do it myself.

(End of this chapter)