Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 306 The power of the team!
Los Angeles, Staples…

"Are you back?" The Zen master, who was studying the tea ceremony, seemed a little focused...

"..." He didn't speak, just stood in a dark corner...

"Why do you have any doubts?"

"Eh...not counting, I just want to know, now that the Heat are our biggest threat, why should I take the risk to sneak into Houston..."

The Zen master sighed, a little calmly: "Let me make a metaphor...in the African savannah...the lion is recognized as the king of the grassland...if, I mean if, there are two lions in front of you...will you choose to move the adult lion first, which looks unbreakable, or the other lion that has not yet fully fledged?"

"I understand..." He paused, and then said: "Houston only intends to keep Yao Ming, and Iverson will try his best to keep him...and the guy you asked me to investigate is called 'Bright', that guy is just an ordinary employee..."

"Small staff? Are you sure?"

"... "

"Why, the informant I received is another one of the eight 'supernatural' guys born?"

...

"Ron...this is Marc Gasol...the overseas player I admire the most..." The little fat guy watched the big screen where the Grizzlies beat the Rockets last season...

"I persuaded Sam Presti to sign him, but Sam said he twisted like a duck when he hit his back...In the end, he was traded from the Lakers by the Grizzlies...They probably just thought of it as a balancing addition..."

The little fat brother shook his head with unsatisfactory intentions: "I didn't expect it to be so fierce now..."

Looking at the absent-minded Ron, the little fat brother asked concerned: "Are you okay! Boss?"

"Ron!" Senior Advisor Barry pushed open the door with a livid face, "Can we talk?"

Ron: "Okay!"

Think about it and you know what he's going to say.

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The two walked towards the corner of the Toyota Center tacitly...

Ron cut straight to the point: "You're very upset, Barry, can you tell me why?"

The old man looked gloomy: "Can I be frank?"

Ron: "Of course...you tell me..."

"League and Rockets fans will be more than happy to throw you and that little fat man under the bus if you keep doing this..."

He shook his head again: "We never use computers to form a team... Those data, calculations, and mathematics are just a bunch of shit..."

Ron pretended to be surprised: "No need?"

He glared at Ron fiercely: "Basketball is not just a bunch of numbers, it is sometimes unscientific... Like the Spurs will lose to the Bobcats... If so, anyone of us can do this job..."

"It's without our experience, without our experience, without our intuition..."

Ron: "Go on..."

He pointed to the little fat guy who was staring at the TV: "There is a bachelor of economics who just graduated from Harvard, and here is an old consultant who has been in basketball for more than 40 years... You heard the wrong person... There are some intangible things that only professional basketball people understand... Do you want to deny your own experience and the iron law of the league for hundreds of years?"

Ron spread his hands: "No...he loves basketball more than you..."

"You only care about your own jobs and jobs, you only think about yourself, pass by, don't have any dreams... I don't know about him in the future, but he is completely thinking about winning the championship for the entire team... What about you? Find those good-looking, versatile spenders, they are good, I admit, and can guarantee a normal ball market."

"But with all these big contracts, where do you put the team's record? Is there any other money to give to someone else?"

"What I don't believe the most is your so-called experience! Don't use your methods on me!"

Ron also stared at each other...

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood: "I understand, you are looking for a guy from here decades ago, did you miss you?"

Ron was inexplicable: "Wow! Enough is enough..."

"Are you taking revenge? Huh? Taking revenge on the damage the scouting system did to you?"

Ron: "Okay, okay...it's me...you're not a fortune teller, and you can't tell a child's future just by looking at it...I can't either..."

"I was with you once, and I heard you tell those parents, 'I can tell at a glance, your son is going to be promising in the future...' In fact, you know shit!"

"You do not know!"

Barry couldn't say enough about Ron, and shook his head desperately: "Well, I don't care about the current and past situation anymore... All the teams agree with my theory. What kind of reverse thinking and economic statistics do you have? Go to hell with it... You can't win!"

"I also want to give you a little advice!" He paused: "You will never get a job in the NBA again... You will lose face in your own country... After you drag everyone through this disastrous season with no wins! You have to try to explain to your future children why you went to work in a sports store!"

The stubborn old man looked at Ron, and Ron looked at him calmly.

When Ron was a consultant, the old Berry wasn't too kind to him, and he wasn't bad...

Ron: "I'm not going to copy your old squid..."

He sneered, "Fuck you Ron, go to hell with your bitch (referring to Scarlett)!"

Ron frowned and nodded: "Now I will..."

Ron kicked away the trash can next to him angrily...

Barry turned to leave, just in time to bump into Adelman who was about to come in to complain, "Good luck! Rick!"

Adelman smiled helplessly...

Ron rushed angrily to the scouting room where he was seriously analyzing the international arena...

A group of old men looked at the angry Ron in fear.

"Ahh...do you know how to use a computer?"

"It will... a little bit..."

Ron turned and walked away.

"You will be a senior consultant in the future, in charge of scouting, analysis, consultant... Congratulations!"

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After calming down, he glanced at the windowsill. Outside the Toyota Center, there was a lonely Berry holding bags...

Maybe it's just a different idea, this guy is enough to turn his face, he is indeed loyal to the team on the surface...

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"Let's... let's make a bet, shall we?"

He trotted all the way over, panting heavily, smiling, but was met with unfriendly eyes from Barry...

"What do you mean?"

"Overseas scouting consultant, you are still short of someone...I think you are very suitable...come-on..." He waved at the stinky old man who just wanted to tear it up with his own hands. "If this season can't replicate the glory of last season, the position of general manager belongs to you... If I do it...then you have to buy me a drink..."

Under Barry's comfortable eyes, the surprise in his heart was no less than when Ron personally destroyed the evidence about his collaboration with Pat Riley...

"This…"

"Oh, come on, you like this place, don't you? Or you won't stay here for 20 years, just keep working!" Ron said with a wicked smile, "There are always dormant times in life... This is what you taught me... I also value the strength of the team more than personal grievances..."

"you…"

"Successful, count your share... I know Teodosic, Alexander once consulted your opinion... Good-Job!"

The old man finally took a breath... "Ron, sometimes, I really don't understand you..."

"Hey, if you figured it out so easily, it wouldn't be me..." He shrugged and laughed to himself...

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　"League and Rockets fans will be more than happy to throw you and that little fat man under the bus if you keep doing this..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)