Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 97 The transaction is completed!sniggering amid doubts
"That's true!" Master Qiao didn't have time to drool, he wished he could knock Ron down immediately, and sign his name immediately...

"...The premise is that you have to pay something more... such as cash, draft picks and so on..." Ron took advantage of the fire.

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Qiao became alert.

There was no sound from the other end of the phone for a long time, which also made Ron tremble for a while.

This is the last piece of the puzzle that I finally figured out!

"Or if you want to balance the salary cap, you can also bring Gerald Henderson..." Ron smiled strangely, obviously imitating what old man Joe did just now.

And it seems that this first-year rookie named Gerald Henderson is not good-looking, but he is the kind of player Joe likes most. He will definitely not let this guy go.

"Uh! Alright! Ron!" After much consideration, Mr. Joe insisted... It seemed that he had already made a big bet on his achievements this year.

Now if you want to catch big fish for a long time, money alone is not enough. You have to have a good record. At least let the 03 golden generation who collectively test the free market this summer see that they can lead this team to challenge for the championship immediately after joining.

Therefore, Mr. Joe, who had already prepared several expiring contracts, prepared to give away an "invisible" draft pick in his hand without even thinking about it...

"But I don't have any picks anymore, I traded them all..."

"What? Then you paid it back just now?" Ron's eyes suddenly went dark...

"Don't worry, I guarantee with my personality, I will be able to help you get the draft pick you want this summer with my relationship..."

personality?Humph, when I was a three-year-old child!

"...You'd better give me a few million dollars, Mr. Joe..." Ron said a little discouraged.

Your Excellency the flying man, who is eager to win, is not happy: "What? You don't believe me when you say that? Alright! You take the money too, this promise is also valid!"

"Okay...okay..." Ron said helplessly, not taking this promise seriously.

Maybe even Ron himself didn't expect it, and it was this insignificant promise that allowed him to be selected in the draft in the summer of 10, the favorite from the University of Florida...

This is something to be said for now.

"How much do I have to add? Dear Mr. Luo..." His Excellency the Flying Man tremblingly asked.

Ron remembered that Martin's salary was 1300 million, and Mr. Qian estimated that the contract should be tens of millions. Putting it all together, the asking price of more than 300 million is more realistic.

"800 million!" Ron himself felt a little black.

"..." The flying man let out a helpless laugh: "800 million? It's enough for me to sign two star players!"

"Originally, it was just a temporary role to plug the bullet hole. You know, the 'Yao Ming's comeback day' is close at hand. If he (referring to Chandler) comes, I'm afraid it will not only save you 800 million US dollars!"

"Can't I also save you more than 1300 million US dollars?" Mr. Qiao rolled his eyes half a circle: "400 million! Not even a dime!"

"Deal!" Ron said impatiently.

"You..." Mr. Qiao suddenly felt cheated.

"Wait for my call! Well! We've made an agreement! Bye!" Unlike Mr. Joe, Ron is not the owner of Houston.

That said, yes.But in Ron's case, isn't he in charge?

What meeting?It's not just going through the motions.

...

Notice: Before 2:[-] pm tomorrow, representatives of various departments and scouting consultants are invited to the conference room for a meeting...

Back home, after sending this group message, Ron fell asleep...

Under the horrifying eyelids of Scarlett, who was taking off her make-up next to her, Ron spoke viciously in his sleep...

"Huh? You actually want to fool me? Anyone who fools me will die! You must die!"

...

The beautiful and sexy stunner beside him in the haze was curled up in his arms like a kitten, Ron smiled, and hugged her tightly from behind...

I fell asleep until noon.

When Ron was walking sleepily through the living room, the fruit and vegetable salad and buttered mashed potatoes on the table made him jump suddenly, I will go!She is making lunch!

She actually made lunch for me!

"Scarlett?" Ron called lazily while brushing his teeth. In the mirror, a weak little woman was carefully holding a large basin of cloudy liquid she called soup on the table.

And it was a staple!

"OMG!"

The two sitting at the table looked at each other affectionately.

"What's wrong?" She winked, with a gentle look on her face.

"It's nothing... touched ING!" Ron smiled wryly and took a sip of the soup.

"puff…"

"Huh?" Her face was ashen, and she grinned instantly.

"Toothpaste!" Ron smiled slightly, and after holding his breath, he drank it in big gulps...

"It's more or less..." She patted the face of Ron, who was having stomach cramps, and said with a smile.

"You...why don't you eat?"

"I'm losing weight! Otherwise, what should you do if you don't love me anymore?" Scarlett proudly put a Malison into her mouth.

"What happened..." Ron raised his eyebrows, and consciously looked at the clock on the wall in front of her. "Wow, it's one o'clock in the afternoon! Looks like I have to..."

"Drink it up!" Before he could finish speaking, a murderous look came over him...

Ron wisely continued his poisoning career...

Although it was very difficult to drink, and it belonged to the type that one sip could kill half a person, but seeing the little woman quietly laying on the table and looking at him, Ron couldn't help but feel warm in his heart...

"By the way, what kind of soup is this?"

“Frog stew with snails!”

"puff…"

Ron suddenly stood up with a dignified look, picked up the basin very manly, and swallowed it all...

"It's delicious! It's delicious! It's so fucking delicious!"

Ron, who was blushing and staring at the stars, staggered and moved towards the door while leaning on the wall...

"This is a nutritious meal that I spent a long time cooking for you! Believe it or not, someone drinks my bath water, not to mention the soup I cooked myself!"

"Suoga!" He gave a thumbs up, and stared at the small bag of Melisu left in Scarlett's arms.

"What? Are you not full? There is still a big pot in the kitchen!"

"I'm full, I'm full..." He began to run towards the door at a faster speed, a pillow flew towards him and hit the back of his head impartially, without knowing it.

"See you tonight! Chick!" He blew a kiss, suddenly reluctant to part...

"come on!"

Scarlett closed one eye, put her left hand on her waist, and gave a thumbs up with her right hand. That cute face was the most lingering image of him before he left the house.

"Waiter! Two hot dogs and a New Orleans catfish burger...thank you!"

From Lincoln Street, Ron, who spit out all the way, was full of emotion...

...

At two o'clock in the afternoon, somewhere in the Toyota Center...

The dispirited young manager in front of the stage ate the hamburger like a hungry tiger, and the old men in the audience were all red-faced.

The noisy environment seems to make him more appetite, maybe this way he doesn't have to eat his breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea under the contemptuous eyes of everyone...

Some hard-working people or new intern executives held their mouths and laughed, while veterans of the three dynasties, such as Jones and Olajuwon, collapsed on the table, their faces turned white and red...

"Boom..." After finishing everything, Ron knocked heavily on the table, and all the guys who were flushed from the fight just now cast curious eyes...

"Is the quarrel over? What's the conclusion?" Ron hummed with a half-smile.

"Fuck it! Fuck it!" A burly old man said sullenly.

"I like it!" Ron pointed at him and sighed, and took another sip of coffee by himself. "If you mean fighting with them..."

"No, no... We have to get ready to go, give them the illusion that we can't do it, and kill them in the next round!" That was Ron's old superior, Atti, who said while gesticulating, as if singing a yellow plum opera...

"No one will accumulate strength at home and go to the away game! My dear Atti!" Ron said with a smile.

The old man spread his hands, expressing that he was making fun of himself.

"Barry..." Ron began to roll the roll.

"I think we should tell Adelman to arrange more defensive strategies, defend the interior, and then send 2 to 3 people to Kobe..." The old man still combed his hair shiny, for fear that others would not know that he was the head of the advisory group and scouts.

"Great idea! Excuse me, shall we have 8 or 10 people in a game?" Ron said with a smile, then put away his smile, and frowned...

"Hashim!"

I rely on!This brat always likes to take my knife now!Dameng replied unwillingly: "Here it is!"

Dameng shrugged solemnly: "I...I think...Leave Adelman to think about the game, we laymen don't get involved..."

"Well said!" Ron stood up first, propping up his bold hands in front of the table. "Let them think about the game for themselves. You are not coaches, but you always like to be smart and point fingers... Or do you want to go to the coaching staff? Where is the change sheet?"

"Gentlemen, do your part. Scouts are almost in February now. I hope to receive the evaluation reports of next season's rookies in advance, including those who play overseas! Consultants use their contacts or other things to see what '2 million' can do. I prefer draft picks, or which veterans are about to be bought out!"

"400 million!" Everyone sighed in confusion...

"That's right!" Ron smiled triumphantly... "Earlier today, I sent Kevin Martin to Charlotte in exchange for 400 million and Tyson Chandler! It's clearly written on the documents in front of you..."

"What!" Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and many people began to flip through the materials at hand, and they were all dumbfounded...

"You didn't watch it yourself, don't blame me for not notifying you in advance!"

Everyone looked at him helplessly, their lips twitching, as if they were complaining: You only notified us after the deal was completed.It's also because we don't know how to dry hair!

"Take Martin, who played well in the last game, for a blue-collar center who has never played a full season?" Berry shouted a little excitedly.

Ron smiled and looked at him with indifference: "That's right?"

"Even if the salary is short, don't need to do this..." Some consultants nodded in agreement.

"Ron, I know our situation, and I know you are not the kind of guy who messes around, but this matter is still a bit ill-considered! Or you..." Even Jones expressed disbelief.

"This matter is not negotiable!" Ron still had the same smile on his face, and his cold words seemed a little aggressive...

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