Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 301 Trade players for staff?

This is the dumbest trade the league has ever seen.I've never seen a team manager trade the last top card on the team for an unknown staffer.

——A famous basketball commentator of "USA TODAY".

Oklahoma City Underground Parking Lot…

"There is a common problem in the basketball world!" The little chubby guy in the gold-rimmed glasses looked delighted...

"They don't understand the player's psychology at all, but always consider his potential...These leaders who run major teams use the wrong method to evaluate players and manage the team...Package players, dig out their residual value, thereby stimulating the football market, but regardless of the record..."

The chubby brother paused, realizing that Ron seemed to be scolded as well...Last season, it was Ron who packaged OJ-Mayo to become a model in the league textbook..."I apologize..."

"Continue to talk..." Ron smiled and couldn't finish it...

"People are thinking about buying players, how to make money, how to make a profit, how to create a gimmick so that the audience pays for tickets...Your goal should not be to buy players to replace lost stars...It should be to spend money to build a winning team..."

"You want to replace Tracy McGrady, so you create Mayo, you try to use another star to attract everyone's attention, so that people are willing to pay for your tickets. When New Yorkers look at Mayo, what they see is a star with an average of more than 20 points per game and an annual salary of tens of millions..."

"But... but the Mayo I see is...unstable in scoring, without the physical condition of a superstar, and can't defend, and occasionally passes a few good shots, omnipotent equals omnipotent...Is he worth the 1 million six-year contract given to him by New York?" He repeatedly waved his hands and shook his head.

"Bullshit! This is going to be the dumbest deal ever! No one!"

The little fat brother used two nos very rigorously.

"If you want to hear my confession, I think it's a good thing for you to let the carefully packaged All-Star Mayo go, so that the liberated salary can sign several practical players..."

He smiled wretchedly: "This opens up all kinds of interesting possibilities..."

Just a few words made Ron secretly happy more than once...

"I know you're good at trading...why not knock everything down and do it all over again?"

The dazed words have already made Ron's imagination run wild...

He smiled silently, his heart settled...

"Where are you from, Yamamoto 56?"

"What? My name is Jiujiu-Bright!"

"Oh! Brett! Where are you from?"

Speechless... "Maryland..."

"Where do you study?"

"Harvard, Harvard Economics...but I love basketball!" He twitched chubby.

Ron was silent for a while, "Harvard, economy, basketball..."

He walked into the elevator on his own, and suddenly poked his head out again: "You are very funny, Brett!"

...

On the plane, Ron wore glasses that he hadn't worn for a long time, and read at night by the lamp...

That thick economics book made him dumbfounded...

"...Budding...Hayes oh...if I don't even sign them..."

Calculate the salary, except for Yao Ming and the rookies of this season.

In exchange for Ariza, 4000 million miles, and more than 3000 million for myself to squander...

He scratched his head, looking helpless...

Little Fat Brother's words are still ringing in my ears...

Pulled down and rebuilt...

Around Yao Ming…

No...before Yao Ming returns...

With this 4000 million... to build a brand new team...

Looking out of the window, I returned to myself in 1997 in front of my eyes...

...

"Tell us, why do you value Ron... What's so special about him... Can he succeed?" Father asked hesitantly...

"You know, the NBA is a business league... People with better skills than Luo can be found everywhere, but young people like Luo are rare... He has Chinese nationality, can run, pass, shoot, and grab... and has a star face...Young people with all five skills are not found every day..."

Mother listened quietly, and Ron couldn't restrain his inner joy...

"Most of the youngsters we look at have only one or two skills. We hope to develop one more at most. Your son has five! He has the potential of a future Staples superstar! Now is the time to let him start..."

"We will propose a considerable amount to guarantee this contract... because we hope that he can become a member of our Zijin Dynasty and not be poached by others... This check represents the determination of the team..."

"You know about the university scholarship that the state gave him..." Mother asked.

"Ok, I know…"

"So, can he finish his studies while waiting for news from the alliance? In fact, his education level..."

"Unfortunately, ma'am, he can't go to college at the same time. It will be very difficult for him to enter the league. Similarly, Chinese college basketball will only delay his skills, so the gain outweighs the loss..."

"He can only choose one. If he wants to enter the league early, become an NBA player, or finish college, that will only lower his market... 25 years old and 21 years old are completely different..."

The old man swore to Ron who was hesitant and said, "We will all tell some young people at a certain time that they can no longer play children's basketball, but it's not necessarily when..."

"Of course, some are 18, some are 30...but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity...we want you so badly and this amount speaks volumes..."

Ron looked at the 6-digit check on the table, his eyes flickered...

"Ron, no matter what your decision is...whether you stay in China to complete your studies, or go to the NBA to participate in the draft, your father and your mother will support you..."

...

Ron remembered the old bits and pieces in his heart. He opened the phone, but there was still no message from Scarlett, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little excited...

3 a.m. the same day.

In Brother Fatty's apartment, the phone rang loudly.

"Hello?" He didn't seem to wake up yet...

"Hi! I'm Ron..."

"Hi sir, what time is it?"

"I don't know, look, if you were the Lakers in 1998, would you have drafted me?"

"Ok?"

"Don't lie to me, after I leave, you won't use the computer to check my information?" Ron laughed. "Tell me, will you choose me at that time?"

"Uh...I checked, you were the best player in China...before Yao Ming..."

"Stop flattering..." Ron laughed.

"I...I might not..." Little Fatty hesitated for a long time and said, "I will sign a contract with you directly, without a guaranteed contract..."

"Then you should choose to develop in China, enter a university for further study, and appear in the international arena!"

The little fat brother was worried for a while... "Because you don't have any special skills... You can't play gorgeous statistics just because of the packaging in the Chinese market... And you don't have the mentality of a good player..."

On the other end of the phone, there was no response...

Ron pursed his lips and smiled: "I think you really have the guts to slander your future boss like this..."

"what…"

"Why are you standing there? Go and pack it! Brett!" Ron couldn't stop teasing himself: "I just used Ariza to pack you from Oklahoma City!"

"..." The other end of the phone was in a hurry. At first, there was the sound of the computer starting up, and then the clicking of the mouse. After a few seconds, there was a burst of chaotic sounds and heart-piercing shouts...

"Hmph..." Ron was happy to himself, glanced at the swearing words that kept popping up on Facebook, and heaved a long sigh of relief...

...

"I understand your desire to save money for the team, but you can't exchange the best player on the team for a staff member! Hey... are you listening, Ron??"

"Beep...beep..."

...

"Only-shit!" Houston media release officer Jones immediately rolled his eyes and shouted...

Just before the Heat signed the Big Three, a piece of news from Houston plunged the entire league into an unknown panic again...

Although most of this feels like a spoof...

Although the Rockets have a long tradition-championships every year, big trades every month, all All-Stars, every round of rounds.

But last season's popular manager Ron, who had disappeared for a long time, showed his face again, and it really drove many people crazy...

"What!" Alexander almost fainted after receiving the message...

Other prominent figures in the Toyota Center were almost too shocked to put their chins close to their navels...

Even Trevor Ariza, the half of the protagonist in the incident, was a little dumbfounded...

"Except for the occasional strike, I do my best to defend. I'll go... You don't need to be such a poor man! Take me for a fat guy who came out of nowhere..."

Ariza roared depressingly outside the management...

"The crux of the problem is... he's just an employee! He doesn't even play basketball! Tell me, there is such a bully!"

Everyone sighed in collective silence...

...

General Manager's Office…

"This... this is a trick... I know Ron... he doesn't look like the kind of person who messes around..." Olajuwon said: "This is really a clever calculation, you think about it, give the Thunder some salary burden... make them stretched when they re-sign next year... and this season can help us embarrass some Lakers by the way..."

"It's just... just like this... there are only two people left on our team roster..." a person next to him kindly reminded...

"This... this..." Even Olajuwon couldn't make it work...

"Trust him! Remember? Last season's 'team ban'! I admit that he is a bit messy... But in fact, the final winner is always him..." Jones spread his hands helplessly...

The door opened and Ron walked in quickly...

"Huh? What's the matter?" He said casually while eating breakfast...

"No...no..." Everyone waved their hands again and again...

"That's it..." Olajuwon was worried for a while: "The consortium has received no less than thousands of scolding letters...Do you want to read it?"

"Oh?" Ron laughed: "This proves that our fans still care about the team's recent situation... very good..."

"That…"

"Take it to make fire..." Ron gave Olajuwon a blank look: "Don't tell me you eat it!"

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　"That's it..." Olajuwon was worried for a while: "The consortium has received no less than thousands of scolding letters...Do you want to read it?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)