Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 342 Just enjoy life...

"...And, that's why I value you...and why you took the liberty to come here...Am I right?"

Ron smiled awkwardly, his heart that was always under pressure was finally relieved...

"I know you have been wronged a lot, but those who take the lead in reforms will always get bruises all over their bodies..." Prokhorov smiled: "Dude, you are not only threatening the way a league has been doing business for a long time, you are threatening all of their minds, you are threatening the normal operation of the entire league... Imagine that in the future, All-Star players will no longer be expensive, and the owners of each team will be able to win championships without spending more money... What you actually threaten is everyone's livelihood, their jobs... their lives..."

Prokhorov is indeed a veritable tycoon, and his angle of view is almost the same as Ron's: "Whenever this kind of thing happens, whether it is the government, or the alliance, or even everyone in the alliance, no matter what it is... Those who are in power, those who control the switch of the alliance... They will go crazy... This is why you have been contradicting whether you should continue to win, and I am afraid it is also the reason why you have been reluctant to watch the game. Even watching the game is not like last season. "

Ron raised his head in admiration.

"So...I'm glad you're here today...I might as well tell you...what Alexander wouldn't dare to do, I fucking dare!" Prokhorov made a gesture of wiping his neck and said with a smirk: "I mean, anyone who didn't dismantle his team immediately and choose to rebuild with your model, they are worried about this and that...because they don't want to be the first dinosaur...But they will sit on the sofa in May and watch us! Yes, watch the Brooklyn Nets win all the championships!"

He changed the subject suddenly, quickly took out a stack of checks from his pocket, and quickly signed his signature...

His sudden move stunned even Ron who was about to leave...

"what is this?"

"...Haven't you been waiting for my showdown? I want you to be my team manager. This is my condition..." He said leisurely, not knowing it well, just an unpretentious statement...

Ron flipped through the check in his hand. For some reason, he suddenly realized that he couldn't smile anymore...

...

"Well, if this is the result of your choice, then I know..."

"I wish you the best of luck in the playoffs..."

"...and just-enjoy-you-life!"

...

It's still the old Toyota Center... He put his legs up on the table, and then propped his face in a daze...

"...Careful!" Brett snickered, throwing a basketball that nearly hit Ron in the face...

"Fuck! What are you doing?"

Brett was helpless for a while: "Sorry, I don't know..."

"What the hell are you doing? Look at your bear! Idiot..." Ron responded with a smile.

He drew a chair and sat down facing Ron...

"How about Brooklyn, the wealthy area of ​​New York?"

Ron nodded with a playful smile: "It's impressive..."

Brett lowered his head sadly: "Then...you want... Prokhorov must have offered you an offer that you can't refuse..."

Ron also smiled happily: "It's not bad, it's not bad...It's not much different from what I expected..."

"How much? I really want to know, how much money can make you sell your soul..."

"It's all right!"

"How much!"

"It's all right!"

"How many!"

Seeing this kid chattering endlessly, Ron suddenly lost his temper: "Isn't it just a few more zeros than I expected, really...here, see for yourself!"

He took a deep breath, then held his breath and opened the expired check in front of him...

Although he was well prepared, and it was similar to what Ron predicted, Brett still suddenly widened his eyes as big as copper bells...

"fuck-god!" He finally smiled shyly: "This will make you the highest paid team manager in the history of sports..."

"So?" Ron became serious... "So what?"

Brett looked at God for the second time, raised his head, his eyes were horrified...

"I've made one bad decision for money in my life...I was a good player before that...you know..." Ron's eyes were full of grief: "So I swear I won't do it again...I'm a good manager, that's all..."

"Aren't you doing it for the money?"

"What do you think? Don't you?"

"No..." He adjusted his glasses, and said to Ron seriously, which made Ron look at him for a long time...

"You are doing it for the value that the money represents..." Bright nodded gently: "The same is true for every player who receives a high salary, they are worth it...so this may run counter to the regiment and mathematics I have always believed in...but..."

Ron couldn't help laughing: "Full of bullshit, are you slapping yourself in the face?"

Ron patted the table again, suddenly full of confidence: "...You know? From the first day I stepped here...I really wanted to win here...When I lost my ass here, I lost even 'home'..." He gritted his teeth and continued: "I really wanted to..."

"I think you've already won, Ron..." the little fat man said stubbornly.

"Hey, man, don't kid yourself, we lost...we lost..." Ron laughed. "From the day Dallas ended us, we lost, and we lost completely...Under Cuban's crazy philosophy, we lost, and we also lost without shame...We must not go far in the playoffs...Hey...Did you buy a lottery ticket? Maybe that chance is better!"

"...it's only a few days away, give yourself time to recover!"

"Dude, I can never recover from this kind of thing... Forever..." He turned his head stubbornly, his eyes full of bitterness: "4000 million, versus 1 million, yes, I am confident that I can win in the arena, but what about outside the arena? Have you ever considered the consequences of going on like this? Only cheap can win the championship? We all learn from us. What will the league eat? The league will not let us win... save it..."

"...Come on," Brett stood up and waved to Ron... "Come with me to my office, I want to show you something..."

"Uh...how can I still be in the mood to play some new games or watch movies with you?"

"Come on! Sir... come on! I believe that you must be interested in this..."

"If it's what you want...it's not because you're interested...it's because you're really ready to enjoy life!" He stretched his waist and followed the little fat brother...

...

The last corner of the screen switches to a piece of paper on the desktop...

It clearly says 3 million in 1 years!
Sometimes, that's it, actually, you don't need to complain about...

just-enjoy…

　3 million in 1 years?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)