Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 304 The Miraculous Signing

"Hello, Jerry!" Ron and Bright met the angry senior defense consultant Mr. Sloan beside the conference room.

"It's a pleasure to meet you! (shaking hands pretentiously) Luo, I have something to ask for you..." Sloan's face was livid.

"I'm busy..." Ron seemed to guess what he was going to say...

"I know..." Jerry Sloan insisted.

Ron glanced at him, opened the noisy conference room...

"It's a pleasure to meet you..." Jiujiu-Bright said hello to everyone in the noisy room one by one. Many old men squinted their eyes at this young Harvard graduate...

"He was replaced by Trevor?" Afterwards, there was a lot of discussion...

"I think my grandma knows more about football than him..."

"This Chinaman doesn't know what tricks he's playing..."

"Quiet!" Ron waved his hand... "Everyone, this is Brett, Mr. Brett, take a seat, I'll be back soon..."

...

He turned around and faced the old man outside the meeting room.

Ron: "What's the matter, old man?"

Sloan: "I saw the list you just sent me... who is that kid?"

Ron laughed: "My friend."

Sloan made a bad face: "I can't teach this team to defend..."

Ron: "No, you can..."

Sloan also smiled: "No, I can't..."

Ron pointed to the conference room: "Okay, let me get rid of those people first, and come and study with you slowly, can you... You were my best partner last season, can you have some confidence?"

Sloan: "No, no...you are the best manager, and I'm not a fart. You know, pulling these brothers means that you have no confidence in my coaching level! This is a bit strange for a team that entered the Western Conference Finals last year..."

Ron: "I understand, even if you lose the last game of the finals, who cares so much about you?"

Sloan snorted, a little angry.

"So... it's all my fault?"

Ron: "Don't... blame me... and you're just in charge of getting ready to enjoy the win, sir!"

Sloan: "You'll make them smash my sign!"

Ron opened the door of the conference room with a smirk...

Sloan spread his hands and sighed helplessly...

"Well, this is what you insisted on me to teach... Let's wait and see how this wave of people is torn to pieces by all the teams..."

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"After the Big Three, there is only one fish caught in the free market! You can't deny Stoudemire's scoring ability! He can still play! New Yorkers always like the new and forget the old. They have Mayo and they will not pursue Stoudemire anymore, and we need the guy who detonates the stadium!"

Everyone nodded in agreement...

Ron listened quietly, looking at the homework handed in by these people, with a face full of humor...

What Vinson Carter, what Stoudemire, what Rudy Gay, what Rashad Lewis, which of them would not cost him more than 1500 million in salary, he was surprised to find that Yi Jianlian's name appeared out of the densely packed names, and immediately wanted to go crazy...

He kept nodding his head, feeling a little helpless in his heart...

The senior consultant spread his hands, "Which one do you want to discuss first?"

Ron was silent for a long time, and looked at them one by one. Even those scouts and consultants were embarrassed, so he shook his head with more meaning...

"not a single one…"

"Mr. Luo, I want to remind you that besides Yao Ming, we have 89 scoring points and 27 rebounds...need to be filled...we also lacked the main star called sitting..."

Ron: "Guys, are you trying to fill Yao Ming's vacancy again, or Mayo's vacancy? I've already told you that you can't do it, you can't do it!"

It's deserted all around...

"But we can fill in the gaps for these people in the overall score..." Ron said solemnly.

"What is it?" There was a panic all around.

"I count Mayo's season score as 25, Yao Ming as 20, Trevor Ariza as 15, ... I count all of them..." Ron snapped his fingers and pointed to the chubby guy who was giggling aside.

"Are you asking me to talk?"

"When I pointed at you, yes..."

Little fat brother: "108..."

Ron immediately grabbed the words: "Divided by 10, this is what we're looking for..."

There is a lot of discussion around...

Ron: "The top 5 guys in the report, their average score..."

Another snap of the fingers, and then pointed to the dazed little fat brother.

"18. 4."

"Wait... Manager... This doesn't seem right..." Hakeem Olajuwon, the technical consultant who was in charge of observing, looked confused...

"That's right Mr. O..." Ron gave him a wink.

"Ron..."

"Ron!"

"Uh?"

"What the hell is this guy doing?" Senior Advisor Barry pointed at Little Fatty disdainfully...

Ron didn't bother to pay attention to him: "His name is Jiujiu Bright, from Maryland..."

"Does Mr. Bright really need to be here?"

Ron: "Yes, he needs... If you think he is an eyesore, you can go out..."

Brett's admiring gaze... Barry was a little taken aback by Ron, even stunned...

Ron: "Okay, gentlemen, open the information in front of you, let's discuss it."

"NO. 1, JR-Smith..."

"Oh my god! Ron, are you sure you've followed the offseason news? He's a problem character!" As soon as the words fell, one of the old men ran away with his head in his arms.

"Ah...Mr. Luo..." That was the official in charge of the media release, "May I intervene? He has problems off the court... and his defensive attitude... He has problems with IQ and EQ, and he has problems..."

"His waistline is getting thicker..."

"He reportedly smoked marijuana while listening to a striptease..."

Ron is serious: "All we want is his scoring ability. For the last year of the middle class, 350W, it is worth the money. You know, he will ask for 1350W next season! I will solve the personality problem..."

"God! Are you sure you want JR-Smith?"

"Yes, sure!" Everyone looked at Ron speechlessly, only to see that he turned a page, and his eyes flashed a hint of joy: "NO. 2, Shaquille O'Neal..."

"Oh, NO!" As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of prayers...

I was speechless all around...

"...Who?? O'Neal?"

"He can't run anymore, and..."

"That's not a good idea! That guy is turning 40 this year!"

"The owner of the Cavaliers is so angry that if he can get rid of him, he is willing to swallow a thick contract!"

Ron pointed at him and smiled: "That's right! I'm going to make him the top card of the Rockets"

"Ten years ago he was a superstar, he would have a lot of box office and gimmicks, I'm sure, but in December and January, when the weather is cold, it's a good thing he can play..."

"O'Neill can't run, and he has a problem with his attitude... He just has a big mouth for bragging. I doubt whether he can fight..."

"He's old! It's not bad to play 40 games, why do you like him?" Senior consultant Berry looked livid.

Ron didn't bother to snap his fingers, so he pointed directly at Little Fatty.

"...Because...Because he is cheap and can score..."

Ron smiled and nodded.

"What is this? What are we doing..."

There were endless complaints from all around.

"Okay...number three..." He satisfied everyone's appetite, but this person was his dream that he had wanted to sign in for a long time...

"Our old friend... Tracy McGrady!"

"Who?"

"Tracy..."

"Sounds like Trish..."

What! ! !
The eyes of everyone in the conference room, even those in the auxiliary department who couldn't understand what they were playing with their mobile phones, all stared round...

"Huh? Mister... we just sent him away last season!"

"That's right! He just has a small problem..."

"Small problem? He can't dance now! Did you call him to find a sick number for Yao Ming to chat with him?"

"He's had a great career and the fans here can't forget the joy he brought us, but his prime is past..."

Ron: "I think it's time to start!"

"The Atlanta Hawks are going to waive him...no one will want him..."

Ron: "That's great! It's cheaper..."

"Let me be clear, you're looking for a guy who's been in the ward for almost 2 years because he tore his knee, he's got a problem with his waist, he has no speed, the point is he can't break through! And he had a bad time with us last season..."

Ron: "Yes, no speed, no breakthrough, so should I still point to Bright?"

"Cheap! Can score..." Everyone sighed helplessly.

"He will be nailed to death, and if someone does something bad, he will go to the factory for repairs..."

"I just want him to score. Do I care if he makes a free throw or a layup? Bright?"

"No, no need." The little fat brother wanted to laugh.

"Look! I don't need to..." Ron smiled and looked around...

"I have 37 free agents here who are better than him. They can rush, run, and jump..."

"Wait, let me figure it out first, you didn't use one, but three guys with various problems to replace Yao Ming's scoring last season?"

"You don't believe in the nonsense that numbers are powerful!"

Ron said with confidence: "This is the Rockets' new policy. We are the card counters on the card table. We want to break the laws of the alliance casino. Listen, we can't sit with those big guys. Whether it is good or bad, we will see the outcome..."

Ron's tough attitude, coupled with his frivolous smile, made every rebel retreat...

"Forget it! I think we should remember that he is the boss...he just listens to the boss and God...he doesn't have to listen to us..."

"We made a proposal and he decided..."

Everyone compromised.

There are only a few old fritters left, and the senior consultant has a livid face: "It's okay, but we have been exhausted for the past 6 weeks. It's like making the team better, but you don't appreciate it..."

Ron: "Hey..."

"This…"

Ron: "Hey...it's out of discussion..."

He smiled and looked at the senior advisor.

The man was so angry that he threw the pen away: "Then what are we discussing?"

Ron: "Barry, there's no need to discuss..."

All around, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay... It just felt like the prelude to Ron's seizure of power again...

The executive president, Olajuwon, smiled helplessly: "Ron, but there is one point that is worth discussing..."

"Although these three guys are all veterans, none of them has won a championship in recent years...Even Shaq, I almost forgot what he was doing when he wasn't bragging..."

Everyone agreed.

Ron: "Then you have to find someone to teach them..."

He was a little helpless: "Teach? Can this be taught? Teach that?"

"Listen, gentlemen, maybe you think my decision is unbelievable, and even makes you sick, but you need to know that I only need to take 4000 million out of the remaining 1000 million salary, and I can get the four cores including the implementation of Iverson's veteran contract... Maybe you think I'm crazy... But who can use only 1000 million to make your dream of being a championship? No..."

"you…"

"Yes, at least I'm good..." Ron spread his hands proudly...

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　"I just want him to score. Do I care if he makes a free throw or a layup? Bright?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)