Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 300 Unexpected harvest...

Mid-June 2010.Ohla Homa.

For face-to-face negotiations on the trading table, you first mention something that the other party cannot exchange with you, and then tell your real purpose...

— Ron

"Mr. Luo, Presti (General Manager of the Thunder) is ready to see you!" said the Oklahoma blue-eyed secretary who was ogling secretly...

Ron stood up smiling...

"How are you?"

"Good, How about you?"

Pushing the door open, a few consultants in twos and threes, plus that white man with blue eyes and a face of Rong Zhi...

"Hi Ro! Red Storm... miracle worker! Best manager of last season! Nice to meet you!"

"Hi! Well done, Sam..."

"Gentlemen, this is the Eastern Miracle who brought the Rockets to the Western Conference Finals and met us last season...Mr. Ron..." Presti looked at Ron with a pretentious expression, "How are you doing?"

"Great! How about you? Your new chair is nice!" Ron smiled and approached.

"I'm great too, so I won't waste your time!" Presti smiled badly, "Just tell me what you want..."

"Trevor Ariza, add 500 million..." Ron smiled like a flower...

Sam Presti pointed at Ron and glanced at everyone, "Look, what I just told you is professional... This is professional! This guy must be here to change Durant..."

Everyone burst into laughter...

"I hope it's a friendly meeting..." Ron turned to look at all the disdainful Oklahoma City people...

"Haha, just kidding, can you...can you decide? Maybe you should ask Alexander..."

"He's fine..." After being ridiculed by this, Ron remained calm... "He fully supports my reconstruction, and we will do the same..."

"Okay! You fooled me last time... Now what do you want?" Sam Presti was aggressive...

"A starting forward or center...I...I still want Serge Ibaka..."

"Huh? No... no... Ibaka can't, you can't afford it, I don't mean to belittle you, but we are not going to let him go..."

"As far as I know, you guys picked a good center this year..."

"No...no...or...Perkins?"

Ron shook his head... "So stupid..."

"Well...how about continuing to give you James Harden?"

There was a strange look in Ron's eyes, but he still shook his head...

"Green?"

"Well then, tell me, James Harden..." In fact, this is Ron's purpose this time... "But I don't plan to add 500 million..."

"Are you really going to use James Harden as the top card?"

"James...Is he healthy?" Ron smiled half-smile...

"He...he's healthy!" Sam Presti was a little embarrassed, "Well, I'll tell you the truth, he...has a bit of a back injury..."

Ron grabbed a handful of melon seeds on Sam Presti's table and ate them...

This guy...Sam Presti is a little elusive about him...

"He can recover from the preseason..." the Thunder's team doctor said.

"I guess so!" Ron laughed. "I'll give you Ariza... but you need to add some money..."

Sam Presti listened carefully, somewhat delighted: "Trevor Ariza? Your only player left in the Western Conference Finals last season? You traded him, what will you do next season?"

"Yes! It's him... What do you care about me... Aha!"

"Okay, how much more?"

"200 million..."

Sam Presti hesitated... Glancing at a few consultants on the side, those guys nodded with joy...

In 10 years, Harden was a piece of rough jade waiting to be carved. He was the third overall pick in the first round last year, but Ariza became the hero of the Rockets' entry into the Western Conference finals last season-famous for his defense...

Although Harden's potential is better and his efficiency is higher from the current point of view, he was plagued by injuries early in the playoffs last season... The series against the Lakers only had 10 points, but in Ron's eyes, this mature bearded man, apart from a little problem of patronizing nightclubs, looks like an All-Star player...

With full confidence in his chest, Ron looked at the chief consultant of the Thunder team who had the most say. The old man was discussing something with a young fat guy wearing gold-rimmed glasses beside him...

Meanwhile Sam Presti awaits his final verdict...

"Ha...den... no!" Sam sighed, as if he didn't understand what was wrong...

"You're kidding, aren't you? You don't have good defensive specialists..." Ron laughed...

Turning around, he looked at the other Lei Ting consultants who were also surprised.

"No... no I didn't..."

Ron thought for a while and said, "Okay, don't bother, Ariza trades Harden, no extra money!"

"No more money?" Presti glanced at the consultant again in surprise...

The consultant immediately glanced at the little fat guy with the gold-rimmed glasses...

These were all deeply watched by Ron...

"I don't think I can trade Harden... Let's see what options are available!"

"What else do you think? What are you doing? Don't you want to win the championship? Is this how business is discussed?" Ron was a little angry and mad...

"That's how we in Oklahoma City talk about business..."

Ron was speechless... grabbed another handful of dried fruit and chewed it...

Damn... just a little bit.

He calmed down quickly, but he still pretended to smile: "Okay, then let's talk about other things..."

...

Busy Oklahoma City management office, as always...

The mysterious Rocket East manager arrives and asks them to put down their work...

Ron chewed the dried fruit, went straight to the point, and walked up to the guy with the gold-rimmed glasses just now...

The little fat guy seemed to admire him very much, with a happy expression on his face.

"Hey..." Ron laughed.

"Hello..." He seemed a little nervous, being face to face with his idol...

"Who are you?" Ron put away his smiling face and asked seriously.

The little fat brother was stunned, and thought for a while tremblingly: "Jiujiu-Bright..."

"What... what do you do?" Ron's eyes were full of anger...

Little Fat Brother was surprised again and became even more nervous: "I... I am the assistant of Mark's senior consultant..."

"I asked what you do..." said Ron.

"Uh...mostly player analysis and the like..." Little Fatty said.

"First job?"

"Well, the first one..." Little Fat Brother was a little proud...

"Wow, congratulations..."

"Thank you!" Little Fat Brother smiled...

"The first job... Whose nephew are you!" Ron sneaked closer, mocking with malicious intent...

Little fat brother's smile stayed on his face, his face was full of depression...

"Why did Sam Presti listen to you?" Ron was unrelenting, like he was asking for trouble...

"Hehe...not really, he didn't listen to me a lot...For example, he bought Perkins at a high price..." The little fat brother rubbed the back of his head happily...

"He just listened..." Ron stared at him...

"Uh..." Little Fatty thought for a while, "In the situation just now, I think he listened to Mark more than me... It just so happens that Mark is Perkins' distant cousin..."

Ron sneered and nodded, "Well... who are you?"

Little Fatty was a little confused by Ron: "I'm Jiujiu-Bright..."

Ron sneaked close to his ear: "I don't want to know your name, what happened just now? What happened just now?"

"I...I don't quite understand...sir...I don't understand you..."

"What did you say to Mark?"

"I...I just told him I like Harden..."

"You like Harden? Why do you like Harden? Are you having sex with him?"

He glanced at the astonished people around him, and blinked...

"Uh, no... I don't know..."

Ron glared at him viciously, but turned around and made a "follow me" gesture to him secretly before leaving...

...

　"You like Harden? Why do you like Harden? Are you having sex with him?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)