Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 302 Space City's third amazing skill!

The summer wind blows gently, and on the Toyota Center Stadium in Aerospace City, the large poster that once attracted fans is crumbling...

Trevor Ariza, Goran Dragic, OJ Mayo…

Those posters withered one by one, leaving only the red jersey No. 11 that has been untouchable for thousands of years... But no one can say for sure when he will come back...

In front of the camera, the little fat brother appeared at the Toyota Center, looking at the flag symbolizing the championship year with emotion on his face...

"Good morning... Joe..." Ron greeted the security guards, for some reason, he was particularly energetic today...

Ron General Manager, Office…

"You move very fast...boy..." Ron opened the door and saw the little fat guy who was in a daze...

"Hi, good morning, Boss..."

"What's wrong?" Ron pretended to be suspicious...

"No..." Little Fatty's eyes were a little surprised... "This is the first time I've come to the Toyota Center... It's just a feeling... It's amazing! Am I really going to work here? This... This place is simply wonderful... Oklahoma doesn't have such a big basketball center..."

"Yeah! It's the same as when I came here for the first time..." Ron returned to his seat with a smirk on his face, "But I didn't use the star players they used
Go change it..."

"Uh, boss, I want you to see these..." Fatty started handing in his homework right after he arrived, which surprised Ron, "This is the player evaluation you asked me to do..."

"I... seem to want you to be three people!"

"Oh! Yes!"

"How many did you make?"

"47…"

Ron looked at him for a long time, nodded: "Okay..."

He flipped through the report, very seriously...

"It's...actually 51...I don't know why I'm lying..."

Ron glared at him pretending to be vicious, but in his heart he wished he hadn't known this guy earlier...

Of course, everyone has exactly the same idea as Ron...

Yes, overseas players.

Ron was surprised to find that Jeremy Lin, a Chinese kid, was also among them, and he couldn't help being secretly delighted...

"Let me take you to your office!" Ron winked at him...

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A half-sized room, a playback video recorder, a computer, a technology board, and two locations...

"Ok?"

"Don't be surprised, the other one is my position..." Ron smiled... "I don't like staying in my own office...it's too big, and the phone calls kill me all day..."

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"By my calculations, we have to win 48 or more games this year to make the playoffs..."

Ron nodded...

"We have to score at least 5000 points to achieve so many wins..."

Data logic?Ron was very pleasantly surprised... He clenched his fist and secretly encouraged him for this possibly the most calculated deal in his life...

"And you can't lose more than 4950 points... Boss, come and see!"

"It's winning percentage...it's efficiency...it's rebounding...it's..."

The data was deeply embedded in Ron's brain like hype, and he felt a little dazzled...

"What are these things?" Ron asked, pointing at the computer.

"This is the result of my analysis by programming with code, inputting the data of all the players in recent seasons into the computer, adding their salary matching, and the money we spend as much as possible..."

"Okay!" Ron nodded heavily... "Are you sure you're not fooling me with the NBA2K series??"

"Ah... (embarrassed and speechless)
"These data can help us win at least 30 games..."

"Oh?" Ron asked, "so low?"

"Well... no, because there is one item that even computers can't predict..." Bright said lightly. "That's human nature... No one can say for sure, maybe he couldn't play the previous game for some reason..."

"Human nature? I'm good at this, you just do it..." Ron smiled slightly...

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"Everyone pays too much attention to the prejudices brought about by various experiences...age, appearance, personality..."

"Mathematics completely escapes this..."

"Mr. Luo...Among the tens of thousands of players who have data for reference...I believe that we will be able to find a dozen or so to form a strong team that we can afford..." The little fat brother looked confident, and even Ron seemed to have a feeling of turning over from salty fish...

"These people purely based on various prejudices are like an 'island of failed toys'... As long as we find a way to gather them and give them some time, it will definitely bring us unexpected gains..."

Ron nodded repeatedly without blinking his eyes...

"The first is the point guard. As a qualified team starting point guard, among so many idle point guards in the league, it is impossible to choose a suitable and inexpensive candidate for us. Moreover, you definitely don't want him to be beaten every game by our mortal enemy, Deron Williams of the Utah Jazz..."

"Of course not!" Ron said angrily...

"So Mr. Ro... this is Milos Teodosic..."

"This guy... is it?"

In my impression, that tall young Serbian point guard just won the European Championship game in Spain this year, and once cost Ron hundreds of dollars in gambling...

"He... is he getting old?" Ron also knows the ruthlessness of the years... The legendary center Sabonis has already passed his peak when he entered the NBA, and he is often lamented...

"No, he's only 22 years old, and he's playing for CSKA Moscow. Mr. Luo, the point guard's lifespan is the longest in the entire league. Think about Nash...and he, I think, is the most underrated basketball player in the world, none of them..."

"This...you call a guy who is used to FIBA ​​to be the starting point guard as soon as he comes up? Isn't it appropriate?"

"No...it's very suitable...you watch a video first..."

"This is…"

In front of the camera, Teodosic dribbled the ball inside like a madman. FIBA ​​did not defend for 3 seconds. This guy circled around a few times and found that the opponent's center stood motionless on the inside. He had no choice but to pass the ball...

"Sharp breakthrough, steady passing, physique not inferior to NBA small forwards..." Little Fatty's glasses lit up...

"Boss, think about it. If a guy like this came to play in the NBA, and after breaking through the opponent's guard, he had to defend for 3 seconds. Would the opponent's center be blown away by him?"

"This guy is worth 800 million dollars, and we only need 200 million more to get his contract..."

Ron's eyes flickered, and he was already ready to move... "But this guy seems to have a weird shooting movement, and no one in the league cares about him, so he has rejected the league's draft many times..."

"That's right..." Little Fatty smiled, "The shooting moves are strange, but he can shoot accurately. In the European basketball that emphasizes defense, converted to 48 minutes in the NBA, he averaged 27 points, 4 rebounds, and 5 assists per game!"

"Isn't that the version of LeBron James with weakened rebounds and enhanced assists?" Ron salivated as he looked at all the statistics of the Serb...

"But he won't come! If he wants to come, he will come sooner..."

"Boss, I checked. The official statement is that he will follow CSKA to win the Champions League... But did you know? Just 24 hours ago, the news just came that CSKA beat Real Madrid, which owns Kleiza, and won the championship!"

Before he finished speaking, Ron rushed out with a brisk stride, leaving behind the little fat guy with a surprised face...

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"Get me CSKA! Slow down, slow down! The Lakers' overseas market is probably already underway... Wait..."

Ron's reverse thinking suddenly turned...

"Pick me up Brooklyn..."

"Hey…"

"I'm Rockets GM Ron...Listen..."

"Ah! Please wait a moment..."

"Can't wait... Listen to your Russian boss, if you want Lowry, although we can't keep it, we can sign it first and then trade it. You pay the 1000 million US dollars for signing Lowry. What we want is Milos Teodosic of CSKA!"

"What army..."

"The call is recorded! Hurry up!"

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Suddenly thinking of today's day, Ron hurriedly ran back to the coach's room, and before leaving, he did not forget to poke his head and tell the little fat brother: "You continue!"

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Rick Adelman was still studying his tactics as usual, his reading glasses had fallen under the bridge of his nose, and seeing Ron running towards him excitedly, he ignored him...

I used to quarrel with him a lot about Lowry. In fact, why didn't such a handsome man train that kid as his most beloved disciple?

Ron sighed and stood aside quietly...

He took off his eyes and sighed deeply...

"Has this day finally come? And you came here in person..."

Ron was momentarily at a loss for words...

"Well, I understand...this is business, yes..." He silently got up and started to do things...

"I...I'm here to tell you, I'm going to sign and trade Lowry to the Brooklynites..."

"What!" Old Adelman grabbed Ron's clothes tightly...

"No way, of course I want to make sure you are not..." Ron smiled...

"Get out!" Adelman fired his stubborn old temper again, "All the good players have been sold by you, and next season, my historical wins will plummet again...You still have the face to tell me..."

"Hey..." Ron walked out with a smile...

"God!" Adelman shook his head helplessly... "I didn't expect it to be like this..."

...

In the passage, the black guy with the shiny earrings has caught the attention of women and even men...

"Do you still want to work? Didn't you see it before?" Ron roared, and everyone dispersed...

The man smiled, "Can I talk to you?"

OJ-Mayo!

Ron was very disrespectful to this arrogant kid: "Tell me, I'm busy now!"

If it weren't for this guy's rising tide, who would want to be in such embarrassment now?
Although he entered the Western Conference finals last season...

"I'm here to say goodbye..." He suddenly swore, completely unaware of his fault...

"Go! You deserve it..." said Ron.

"I know...but you don't match? You will regret your decision..." He smiled half a smile, but it seemed to be threatening... "Just talked to Jenny Buss yesterday, that bitch asked me to go to the Lakers..."

When he opened the office door, Ron hesitated: "Go! I wish you good grades..."

Are all the children nowadays tearing down bridges like this?Ron couldn't help but frowned...

Thinking back to those years, no matter how stubborn I was, it was impossible for me to provoke my godfather who was also my teacher and friend...

this kid...

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beep…

the phone is ringing...

　"Okay!" Ron nodded heavily... "Are you sure you're not fooling me with the NBA2K series??"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)