Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 332 Robbery Transaction!
We won twenty games in a row...

But I'm not sure...

Is it driven by self-motivation?Or is it because this is far from over?
Gorgeous turn?
No, giving up isn't in my dictionary...

In martial arts in the world, the only thing that can't be broken is fast, the momentum is like a broken bamboo, unstoppable...

Of course, I just need to play more reasonably and win more easily, and I can get everything I want...

Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?

come on…

...

late at night…

The long-lost lights stay on all night again...

I don't know how many times I have used eye drops...

He looked at the data of the lineup, and at the same time used two PCs to browse the data of the entire league...

Some things are called one hair and the whole body - the butterfly effect...

Although the Oklahoma City people lost Jeff Green in the offseason, when Ron sent Ariza and Jermaine Taylor to Oklahoma for almost free, the young guards led by Durant shined this season...

He heard the scene of meeting someone in a nightclub in Dallas last year...

And after the All-Star Game weekend, Ron seemed to finally get the change he wanted...

This change is also the reason why he likes to give all the cards he doesn't want to the Oklahomans so much.

James Harden…

There have been several infinitely close signings, this time because the Thunder cannot keep everyone next year, the prospect of the transaction finally becomes clear.

He nodded and began to make the last evaluation report...

...

When: February 2011, 2...the trade deadline.

"Lisa, put me in touch with Billy King (Brooklyn Nets) and Sam Presti (Thunder)..."

In the office, Ron was high-spirited. He connected more than 20 calls in one go. After politely rejecting calls from many people, he began to act suddenly...

"What? You still want James Harden?" Bright chuckled, because Ron almost approached Harden indefinitely at the beginning of the season, but he was disturbed by himself...and he was also discovered by Ron...

"That's right! Are you going to continue to make trouble for me?" He started making preparations while joking in good faith, "He has nothing to do with staying in the Thunder this season. He's going to leave next year anyway. Why didn't the Thunder sell it in advance?"

"On time! [-]% agree!" Brett raised his hand, "You know? He will definitely be an All-Star in the future! Yes, your vision is very unique! The method of poaching is also very superb!"

Ron blushed and heartbeat: "Of course, there is no free lunch here!"

"Presti, line 2!"

He didn't have time to take a sip of coffee, so he hurriedly opened the public release: "Hey, Sam, yes, it's me again, Ron, let's get straight to the point! Even if all of you fight hard, there is no way for you to win this season. Since you have to face what you have to face, why don't you leave the problem of contract renewal to me?"

The other party was silent for a while...

"...Are you kidding me again? (Last year Ron proposed to trade OJ-Mayo for Harden, but he regretted it at the last moment)"

"Tsk, I'm here for real this time..."

"You said the same thing last time..."

Both parties on the phone began to laugh silly.

Ron: "He's too expensive, you can't afford it."

"You can do it? You can't even handle his rookie contract this year..."

Ron turned over, from lying down to sitting up...

Harden was the No. 3 pick in the previous year, and his salary in the second year was as high as more than 500 million.

"...I don't think money is an issue...you just have to wait..."

"But Ron, I'm afraid you're late... I have at least one team here who wants him too... He's got a lot more to offer..."

Ron was taken aback: "You said 'at least one team' means there is only one team...Who is it?"

The other side of the phone swallowed for a while: "I'd better not say it...fair competition, you know Ron..."

He looked at Brett, who thought carefully...

"New York...New York..."

"I'll call you back later..." Ron repeated his thoughts after hanging up the phone...

"Yao Ming is coming back, what do you think we can get with Spencer Hawes?"

"You can't get a fart... He will be a free agent next year..." Ron shook his head and said, "Batum can be sold for a good price. His rookie contract is good and cheap... How much is left on his contract?"

"275, maybe?"

"Lisa, help me contact Donnie Walsh..." He turned his head and said to Little Fatty, "If we can get the Knicks interested in Nicolas Batum, Harden will only have one buyer left..."

"Ah? Impossible, Batum and Harden are not players of the same level..."

"...No, no...It's very possible...You don't understand the current New York...Donnie Walsh is amazingly stingy, Batum's salary is half that of Harden...If you don't try, it is called impossible..."

"3 lines!"

"Hi! Donny Walsh, I'm Ron, and I'm ready to give you a new gift... What do you think of Nicolas Batum? I can let you get this elegant Frenchman for almost free..."

"...You gave me JR-Smith last time, didn't you hurt me enough? Why are you so kind?"

Ron chuckled for a while: "Because I'm amazing..."

"Aha..." There was a wry smile on the other side.

"I just want a few dollars and a little sweetness. For example..." He looked at the little fat guy who was using the computer to check the information, and the latter snapped his fingers suddenly...

"Wilson Chandler..." (whisper~)

"Chandler!" Ron said, laughing.

"I like Chandler!"

"Come on, no one likes him," Ron snickered, "I don't know why I did this, just do it! OK? Batum for Chandara..."

"It's Chandler..."

"Oh, Chandler, look, I don't even know his name..."

On the phone, "...Let me think about it..."

"Think about it and call me back!"

Ron knocked heavily on the table.

"Get me Sam Pressley!"

Waiting quietly, Ron and Brett were both covered in sweat...

"Presley 2 lines!"

"Hey! Sam!"

There was a yawn on the phone: "Stop playing, Ron, you can't afford him."

"Are you sure? I feel that Harden's market is starting to weaken"

"what?"

There was a burst of surprise on the other side, which drew a smirk from Ron. "Maybe I'm talking nonsense, but I'm going to call another buyer and ask if he's still interested in doing business with me...remember to call me back..."

Both of them looked at each other and smiled.

Ron didn't seem to be satisfied: "What do you think about trading Batum and Brooklyn for 250 million? They have Russian tycoons, they don't care about paying the luxury tax, and they are hitting the playoffs...and we have the money to buy Harden."

"You have promised New York!" In Bright's eyes, he is simply a wizard in the trading world...

"Lisa, help me urge Billy King again!"

(Turns his head to look at Bright again) "New York has Stoudemire, Gallinani, Channing Frye, they will never take Batum's trade seriously. They just want to do something on the trade deadline..."

"totally agree…"

"We just want them to let go of Harden..."

"Billy King, line 2!"

"Hey, Billy, why are you so busy? I'm Ron. I heard you guys are preparing for the playoffs. I can give you Batum, a 3D small forward who can defend and has three points! And this trade is quick and easy..."

"...what trick, Ron?"

"No tricks..."

"...Okay, who am I going to trade with?"

"Wait..." He turned off the amp and pointed at Brett.

"Uh... Sean Williams?"

"I've heard his name before. I competed with Yi Jianlian for the job a few years ago. How old is he?"

"26 years old?"

"A 26-year-old rookie? Forget it..."

"Gerald Wallace, no, Humphries, no, Mirza... Mirza Teletovic? Yes, it's him!"

Seemingly hearing an unfamiliar name, Ron was also stunned for a moment. "Telitovic!"

"Telitovic? I like Teletovic!"

"Come on, you don't even know who Teletovic is."

"Is Batum injured?"

"No, he's fine, it's our problem, we have too many swingers, he can't exert himself..."

The phone next to Brett rang.

"Ron! It's Alexander."

"Hush! I'm almost finished..." Ron was a little tedious: "Well, Billy, I'll tell you the truth... The thing is, I want James Harden of the Thunder, I have to, but I don't have that much money..."

"I heard New York..."

"They were just there for show, and if they got James Harden, it would embarrass you (the Nets and Knicks are not only in the same conference, but they are both in New York), so I moved their eyes to me...I want them to trade Chandala..."

"It's Chandler..." The little fat guy swallowed for a while...

"But I'd rather trade with you, because you can give me 250 million cash in addition to that Teletovic...and they can't..."

"...I'll think about it. Don't trade with them yet..."

"Okay, you think about it, but whoever calls back first will get Batum...I'm not kidding..."

Ron took a breath, "Huh...I'm going to decide on this..."

The long wait made him feel a little impatient... "Why didn't anyone call back!"

"Presley, line 2!"

He didn't have time to click on the open release, and picked up the receiver in a hurry.

"aah~"

In front of Brett's sight, he slowly raised his other hand, and then waved passionately...

"Okay, let me talk to my boss and call you back!"

Hanging up the phone for a burst of joy...

"Okay, now the enemy only has money! Help me pick up Alexander!"

"Alexander or Billy King?"

"Why are you looking for Billy King? They should be begging us, you know their rivalry with New York, of course Alexander, and you go and say..."

"me?"

"Yes..." Seeing the little fat brother frantically dialing, he paced back and forth anxiously: "If he finds me, tell him I'm on another line..."

"Hi! Boss, I'm Jiujiu Bright, Ron's assistant to the general manager. I just hung up on you. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Ron wants me to call you back and tell you..."

Ron whispered: "Tell him we still need 250W to buy James Harden!"

"Mr. Ron said he needs 250W to buy James Harden! It's a second-year rookie from the Thunder..."

"Please...(frowns tightly) Okay, please wait a moment..." He put down the phone and shook his head at Ron...

Ron was speechless for a while, and played the old trick again: "Tell him that I will pay, but next year I will sell him for five times the price, and the money I make will be mine..."

"OK, sir, Ron said he would buy Harden with his own money, but the money he makes from selling him next year will belong to him..."

After waiting for a long time, Facing the phone, Little Fatty made a fierce clenched fist...

"Okay, thank you very much, we will contact you again, thank you for your generosity!"

After hanging up the phone, the two danced like crazy...

Ron smashed his fist on the table and vented his anger crazily, even Brett was dumbfounded...

"Lisa, call Presley... No, I'll call myself!"

Lisa gave a warm smile to Ron who was jumping for joy.

"Sam! Yeah, it's me..."

"Listen up...we don't want to see James Harden when we are talking to you again tonight...don't, don't scold, tell him to change his jersey, send him on the plane, and send him off for dinner. I'm ready for the money you want...yes, great...we won't use him against you, we will use him to beat you up next time..."

Ron, who hung up the phone, raised his hands like a winner.

Trade Deadline…

Three-party big deal, Houston sent Batum and 250W, and finally got James Harden and Teletovic from the Thunder...

This seems like nothing now, but after that it was almost a crazy robbery transaction, which was talked about by people...

　Two more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)