Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 321 Prelude to Ron's Destruction...

"Houston Chronicle": "Do you think Ron's actions will bring ruin to the Rockets this season? It is said that their performance on Wall Street is not good...

Jonathan Fagan: "I think he bought a ticket to the Titanic, 'flashy'. Those players ten years ago, maybe in the entire professional league, have degenerated into a qualified All-Star 5 or 6 years ago, and just a proper role player for a team 2 or 3 years ago. Now? A bunch of aging parts... They can't make the Rockets machine work properly..."

"OH~BOY~~ (Insinuating Ron)"

Kobe Bryant: "He tried new ways, I admire him, but it didn't work..."

...

Staples roaring with lights...

"As we all know, McGrady, Iverson, including the aging O'Neal, they will play very vigorously when facing the defending champion..."

"Yes, Houston played very patiently against the Lakers in the away game... It doesn't mean that their team is on the right track... It's just that those veterans are asking Kobe for youth fees..."

Ron is sitting in the car...

The radio chattering nearby...

"Houston counterattacked at the last moment. Iverson made a three-pointer...Missed! O'Neal grabbed the offensive rebound! Tip-up! Missed...The game is over...Houston ushered in a 5-game losing streak at the start...No wins, but this game was very fierce..."

"What does that say? They still have a chance to play a good game ... doesn't it?"

...

"8-game losing streak! Houston has lost 8 games in a row! Their wings were crushed by the Thunder, and their interior was chipped by the Grizzlies..."

"No one can save them... They've lost 11 straight... The Heat are on the right track in the East, and the Rockets are in the abyss..."

...

"I can't stand it anymore... Shit is just..." Ron slammed the pocket radio in his hand on the table...

Bright: "What did Alexander say? Did he put pressure on you?"

"...he pays more attention to the box office. Fortunately, this wave of people always fills up the stadium..."

"That's not bad..."

Ron threw the basketball in his hand at Little Fatty, and gave him a blank look by the way...

"I want you to accompany the team on the road trip to the Eastern Conference..."

"You don't want to go, why did you ask me to go..."

"That's why I want you to go!" Ron said through gritted teeth.

"You...why don't you go? I think the deterrent effect of your presence on the scene will put some mental pressure on them..."

Ron was lost in thought...

"...I can't develop a relationship with the players, you know, I lost most of my players last season because of this..." He spread his hands: "If necessary, I have to trade them, the lower leagues, and sometimes layoffs..."

The little fat brother looked at him with sympathetic eyes...

"By the way, you have to learn about this..."

"Me?" He shook his head. "No, no, I never have to fire a player unless you..."

Ron spread his hands...

"Don't be like this..." He felt embarrassed...

"Don't worry? Doesn't this prove that our method won't work? Come on, let's practice now..."

"Don't...this..."

"I play a player, you come and fire me...Come on, treat me as JR-Smith...Don't what do you mean? Play it for me!"

"This... this... is so stupid..."

"It's your job, buddy...you're the assistant general manager..."

"..." He was helpless: "Okay...uh... Luo...you sit down first, I have something to talk to you..."

Ron glanced at him: "Continue..."

"You have always been important to the team, but sometimes for the team... I believe you can understand..." he said tremblingly...

"You... you want to fire me?"

"I am really sorry…"

"I just bought a house here!"

"This…"

"In Houston..."

"This...uh...this..."

"This...this...is that all you can say?" Ron shook his head..."My child just started school at a new school...made new friends..."

"Um...that's really... maybe you can't take them halfway through the semester...you should wait..."

Ron was completely speechless: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Little Fat Brother was happy: "I don't know, I shouldn't... I won't act, I think it's stupid!"

Ron was also amused, and perhaps next, he said to himself: "They are professional players, so just say what you have to say...don't beat around the bush, just say it...Jiujiu, I have to let you go, Lisa will handle the details..."

He froze for a moment, feeling tense...

"that's it?"

Ron made a throat wipe, happy...

"No way..." He originally thought that Ron was changing directions to fire himself, but finally his hanging heart subsided.

Ron said seriously: "Do you want one shot in your head, or five shots in your chest, and you bleed to death?"

"Just... just these two options?"

Seeing his terrified appearance, Ron secretly rejoiced: "Okay, let's go to the Eastern Conference road trip with them! You know, we did a pretty good job last year...there has become a harvest field for our victories..."

"Okay... okay..." A swallowing...

...

The first stop, New York with former core OJ-Mayo...

on the plane...

O'Neill's big ass has been making the little fat guy sitting next to him feel very crowded...

He turned his head and glanced at the little fat guy who was doing data analysis with a notebook, with a look of disdain...

"I said buddy..."

The little fat brother turned his head and looked at him with anticipation in his eyes...

"ask you a question…"

"Okay... Mr. Shaq..."

"Why doesn't your boss, the 'magic' manager from the East, stay with the group?"

He blinked his eyelids: "He doesn't want to get too familiar with the players..."

O'Neill was displeased for a while: "Is this to throw us away easily?"

"No...don't know...who knows...huh...he...uh, he's a good manager, you know..."

"Good manager, you have to pay for the soda yourself? Don't tell me why you are thinking about the athlete's body. In fact, your salary space can't even pay for the free soda! Then how do you renew my contract? I am preparing to work hard!" O'Neill said confidently...

He shrugged helplessly: "Ron likes to calculate everything clearly..."

"...I really can't afford soda..."

The little fat brother smiled awkwardly...

"No way! What kind of account is counted before soda! Does he really think soda is also in his salary space?"

"It's... it's maybe... it's probably really for the players' bodies... you know, those fizzy drinks... and no player..."

I didn't say the second half of the sentence. In fact, no player prefers to drink soda before the game to fatten himself...

"It's really stingy..." O'Neill complained quite happily, "Okay, I'm done asking..."

In front of Brett again, he took a sip of soda, looking smug...

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