Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 310 The Ultimate Draft Plan!

On the east coast of the United States, which is more than 900 million kilometers away from Houston, New York…

The last time before the draft, joint practice...

Except for a few favorites who were not present, the others were fighting fiercely...

All of a sudden, a muscular hunk throws the ball straight into the chattering scouting stands...

"Hey! What are you doing! You bastard..." The referee blew his whistle hastily.

"I won't fight anymore! I won't fight anymore..." Cousins ​​lifted the referee up like a chick with a furious face...

"Mom, look at what kind of shit teammates you matched with me! They are all 'cancers'..."

Several rookies on Cousins' side looked at him silently with their hands on their hips, no one dared to argue...

There is nothing wrong with this, the last time you show yourself, everyone thinks that they can make a deep impression in front of the scouts...

"This... this... I guess you are too strong! So... so..."

"Fart!" Cousins ​​looked at the score at the scene, and his side fell behind by a huge score of 50 to 86...

The opponent is fighting like a storm, and everyone here is acting recklessly...Of course he is unhappy, unhappy, unhappy...

Throwing the referee out of sight, he took off his upper body when there were still ladies on the scene, and walked towards the player tunnel without looking back...

"I'm not an idiot, I want to beat you!"

The scouts in the crowd were whispering to each other...

"This guy!"

"It's just too rude..."

"Problem player! He will be a piece of mouse shit, a typical example of breaking a pot of soup..."

"Take a good record and report to the manager..."

Cousins: "Hmph! Record your mother!"

No one dared to stop him, and everyone looked at his leaving back with a disgusted expression...

"Go away! Idiot!"

"This douchebag... really left!"

Suddenly, a slender rookie on the bench next to Cousins ​​rushed over and stopped in front of Cousins...

"Wait a minute! You can't go, the game is not over yet! Your attitude is extremely irresponsible..."

There was another rush of people in the crowd...

"Who is that kid? Isn't he afraid of being beaten up by a big guy like Cousins?"

"Paul George, Fresno State, that college played in UCAA-, Division 2...a core player..."

"Level [-] alliance? Well..." A burst of contempt...

...

"Fuck you! What kind of onion are you..." Cousins ​​squinted at Paul George, and walked out viciously...

"Hey! Do you still want to fight?" asked Al Fanuk Aminu, the hottest rookie over there, with a mocking tone.

"Oh! Fight! Go ahead..." George took off his training clothes and glanced at Cousins ​​who left...

this big guy...

Actually he is very strong...

Looking at the field again, George's eyes reflected a sharp gaze...

...

Toyota Center…

"What!" Olajuwon's eyes widened...

"You... you two colluded on purpose! This is impossible!" Olajuwon paced back and forth: "Impossible! Impossible, hundreds of rookies will always have different opinions, why..."

"Hey!" Ron gave him a blank look, and continued to look at the little fat brother in surprise...

"First of all...Let me tell you my opinion...Cousins, he is the most gifted big man among the rookies in this draft...He is bigger and more versatile than Derek Favors who everyone is optimistic about...Don't look at him with rough looks, thick eyebrows and big eyes, he has a soft touch that Favors doesn't have..."

Ron nodded, thoughtfully: "Continue..."

"So, even if Derek Favors unfortunately falls to fifth place, I still tend to choose this big guy... As long as he overcomes his temper, he will be the best new core inside Yao Ming before he comes back, and even after he comes back, he can become the best helper around Yao Ming... Maybe..."

"Maybe he can take over Yao Ming's baton... and become the traditional successor of the center in Aerospace City! Is that so?" Ron smiled slightly, and Olajuwon hurriedly picked up Cousins' materials for a while...

"Hmm... theoretically yes... look at Paul George... good perimeter defender... All-Star potential... the reason why the industry is not optimistic about him is because his college is not very reliable in the second-tier college league... But I think if it was you, you would definitely be willing to take the 10th pick. Why not? Because he is indeed a talent!"

The little fat brother was secretly delighted: "...205 is still growing taller, with a soft touch, full of hard work... The most underestimated team player and leadership qualities, the most important thing is that he has a harmonious family and an excellent background. I really don't understand why he is not favored by other teams? Is it true that the general managers of all teams are subject to traditional stereotypes and naively think that the second-tier leagues can't produce good players? Take a step back and say that he is so young and has unlimited youth and capital to develop his potential..."

Heh, is this guy complaining?

"Bright, first of all, I don't think there are other Bole teams in this league...Because there are Bole teams, their team's record is generally not good, and their draft picks are so high..." Ron thought of the Lakers. The only one who didn't make the playoffs in 05 and got a relatively high draft pick. Who was selected?
Andrew Bynum... also known as "wash and blow cut"...

"Secondly, please tell me, why did you sign Cousins ​​first and let go of Paul George? You know, this is likely to be cut off..."

"Ah?" Little Fatty wondered for a while... "Cutting Hu? No way? I think the manager with another 8 draft picks, they should not see the potential of Paul George... and Cousins ​​​​will fall to the 10th pick? This surprises me more than humans settling on Mars..."

Ron hesitated again and again, stood up, and walked to the window sill...

"...You think the world is too good...Maybe those guys don't see the potential in Paul George...But do you think about the enemy in our shadow...They are trying to take advantage of the fire or something, disrupt our draft plan by making trades, and make us taste the bitter fruit all season?"

"What?" Little Fatty swallowed suddenly...

"You know last season, the fourth-ranked Bobcats actually wanted to sign Mayo... Flyers were fined by the league for reaching out to rookies early... and the third-ranked Timberwolves, who just traded Garnett, were very fond of Kevin Love. It was like he didn't sign him... What happened?"

Little Fatty’s glasses lit up: “Sen… Timberwolves intercepted OJ-Mayo at the third pick, Memphis Grizzlies grabbed Kevin Love at the fifth pick, and then the two sides traded immediately at the draft conference…”

He took a deep breath... Thinking of the scene of Michael Jordan who was kicked out by security at the venue...

After counting all the similar organs, there is no invisible corner after all...

"Also, it's not impossible that Cousins ​​will be picked out in the top ten..." Ron fell into deep thought: "I reckon that today is the last group practice for rookies before the draft. Maybe he can't control his violent temper, and then throws a rage in front of all the scouts, and finally makes his draft prospects worrying... Well, he should fall out of the lottery zone, around 10 to 15, and we are the 10th..."

Ron's inscrutable appearance, not only the little fat brother, even Olajuwon was so surprised that he didn't even have time to swallow his saliva...

"Then there is Paul George...Although few people are optimistic about him, as long as he appears in the rookie tour later, he will definitely attract the attention of most people...So ESPN originally predicted that the 20th pick will be more and more advanced, and even skyrocketing...Look, I think whether it is the Lakers, or Miami, or other Texas rivals, they definitely don't want to see us use the No. 10 pick to sign such a rising star..."

"Dong dong..."

All of a sudden, the current president of scouting, Atti, rushed into the office in a panic. He looked at no one else, and felt nervous: "The manager... the news from New York... Cousins ​​went crazy in the last joint practice... and the most important thing... Paul George played in the second half, scored 35 points, and defeated another rookie team led by Aminu..."

"See!" Ron didn't care about showing off, and was already deep in thought...

You can not have it both ways…

Is it really necessary to follow what Morey did last year, which varies from person to person, and the plan cannot keep up with the changes?
What should I do?
How to choose?
Pick 5...

Pick 10...

The distance in the middle seems to be a world of difference...

...

It's just that Olajuwon and the little fat brother used almost magical eyes to almost praise Ron to the sky...

"God... so fucking god!"

"Uh..." Little Fatty swallowed...

Olajuwon was urging with hands and feet: "Shoot the snake and hit the seven inches, send the Buddha to the West...I said Ron, why do you always see the crux of the problem??"

The point?
Ron suddenly understood, and grabbed Brett's hand...

"You are right!"

Then he patted Olajuwon's shoulder in a daze...

"You are a genius!"

"What...what do you mean?" Everyone looked at Ron in puzzlement, only he himself was confident, and he straightened his waist with confidence...

"It's very simple...the key to the problem!" Ron laughed...

"Ah? The key? What is the key?"

"The key is..." Ron revealed a trace of heroism between his brows: "Our opponents know what we lack... What Brett do we lack?"

"Ah? Er... Seriously... Before Yao Ming came back, we had almost no insiders..."

"Bingo!" Ron snapped his fingers, and then his eyes were stern...

"Before, I would analyze this way, Phil would do it, Pat Riley would do it, Popovich, Rivers, Cuban's think tanks would do it even better! They also know the value of Paul George...but if it were me...they would let me use the No. 5 pick to sign George...and then drop Cousins ​​​​in an instant..."

He paused, and continued with a smile: "This is the fixed thinking of 'market wars'... They will definitely make a fuss about the key to our problem-the urgent need for good insiders...Because apart from Cousins, there are Monroe and Favors who are second only to him, they can't make any wonderful articles before the No. -Sanders? Or skinny Kevin Seraphim?"

Everyone nodded and secretly applauded...

"So, those guys will definitely kill us... and what we need to do is..." He smiled, a little wretchedly: "It is unanimously announced that we will take the fifth pick and take Paul George!"

Everyone smiled in conviction, only Olajuwon covered his face humorously: "You are going to start fooling people again... When you drag Cousins ​​down, they will call you a liar again... Uh...God, forgive this liar king!"

"No..." Ron said swearingly: "George, it will be in my pocket too... Just look! This is my ultimate plan!"

　"I won't fight anymore! I won't fight anymore..." Cousins ​​lifted the referee up like a chick with a furious face...

　　"Mom, look at what kind of shit teammates you matched with me! They are all 'cancers'..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)