NBA: Back to 97, to be the Jagged Bishop

Chapter 7 You are the most shameless person I have ever met

The plane landed smoothly at Toronto Airport.

After Kongbu got off the plane, he turned on his phone and immediately received countless text messages.

All from Isiah Thomas, the current executive vice president of the Raptors.

After the smiling assassin Thomas retired two years ago, he came directly to the Raptors.

Although he is a vice president, he is actually the man behind the scenes of the Raptors. The boss, Bitov, has to ask Thomas for his opinions on many things.

Regardless of the fact that Kong Bu is now the president, but he is the president of basketball affairs, and he has no right to speak in terms of team management.

Even if Kumbu thinks that he can be the president, it is probably the work of old Thomas.

On the one hand, Kumbu's salary is terribly cheap. There are also people in the league who hold multiple positions like Kumbu, such as Hawks coach Wilkens, but his salary is as high as 700 million US dollars.

And Kumbu's current salary is only 110 million, which is completely at the bottom of the league.

On the other hand, a new team needs exposure and attention. The youngest coach in history, taking office at the speed of light and then firing at the speed of light, is the best gimmick.

Old Thomas may have learned of Konbu's showmanship in the draft, and he went crazy looking for Konbu.

The text message told Comb to go to his office immediately after getting off the plane.

Half an hour later, Kong Bu knocked on the door of the vice president's office anxiously.

"Enter!"

Pushing the door open, old Thomas sat upright, looking at Combe with unkind eyes.

"Kong, I have to admit that you are the most handsome young man I have ever met."

"I need you to give a reasonable explanation."

Old Thomas said with a half-smile.

Although he didn't say anything harsh, Kumbu knew very well that if his explanation could not satisfy old Thomas, his end would probably be to pack up and leave.

"Damon can't lead the team to win at all, I think that's the consensus."

Kong Buli sorted out his thoughts and began to talk.

Old Thomas nodded, even if he didn't want to admit to Little Flying Squirrel's evaluation, Combe was indeed right.

Some players have gorgeous statistics, but the team record is a mess. There are actually quite a few players of this type.

Flying Squirrel is obviously this type of player.

"That's why you traded Damon for an injured number who couldn't make it back to the top, plus two undrafted picks?"

Old Thomas continued to taunt.

It can be seen that he doesn't have a big opinion on trading Little Flying Squirrel.

What really annoyed him was that the value of these three players that Combe had traded for was too low.

Mashburn has had a full season of proving opportunities, and it turns out that he will basically never return to the top.

Both Big Ben and Bowen are undrafted picks that no one wants, and they don't even have the qualifications to be a top trader.

There are a lot of undrafted picks like this in the summer league and the secondary leagues, as many as they want.

"No, Mr. Thomas."

"Mashburn will definitely return to the top, and it won't be long before he's going to be the best small forward in the league."

"Ben Wallace will go down as one of the best blue-collar big men in NBA history."

"Bruce Bowen is an extremely dirty guy, even comparable to Lambiel, and I think Mr Thomas should know what that means."

Kumbu talked eloquently.

His words are not exaggerating at all.

Especially Bowen, he has countless players who have injured his feet. As a member of the Bad Boys, Old Thomas knows the role of such players too well.

Old Thomas was stunned after hearing these words, and looked at Combe with disbelief.

After a long time, he spoke in a daze.

"I've lived half my life, Kong, you are the most shameless person I've ever met, definitely not one of them."

"For the three rubbish you bought, the best small forward? The best blue-collar insider? The dirtiest player?"

"I guess you're going to tell me next, your lineup can crush the Bulls and make Jordan cry?"

Combe didn't mind the evaluation that Thomas gave him at all, and he answered the conversation with a pleasant expression on his face.

"As expected of Mr. Thomas, you guessed it all."

"I dare not say crush the Bulls, but I dare say that our new season will definitely not be worse than the Bulls."

"We definitely have hope of winning the championship this season, and the chances are not small."

As soon as Kumbu finished speaking, Old Thomas stood up and clapped his hands.

"Shameless, shameless indeed."

"Just because you dare to say such a thing, I think we must give you a chance."

"Our No. 11 game in the new season is against the Bulls."

"I don't ask you to win the Bulls, as long as you can lose less than five points under the Bulls' hands, it will be as if this draft didn't happen."

"Otherwise, you should know what to expect."

Kong Bu's expression was serious, good guy, you have fooled yourself by bragging.

Sports competition itself is full of uncertainties, and the Raptors are a new team, and the Bulls are a historical superpower. How can Combe guarantee that he will only lose to the Bulls by five points.

What Thomas meant was obvious. If he lost to the Bulls by more than five points, Combe might have to pack up and leave immediately.

"it is good!"

Kong Bu thought for a moment, and immediately agreed.

He is trying to get the ducks on the shelves now, so if he doesn't agree, he has to agree.

In addition, he felt that this matter might not have a turning point.

Without the god-defying artifact of the training field, it would be as difficult as ever to lose within five points of the Bulls.

You must know that the Bulls averaged 105 points per game last season, and their opponents could only score 92 points on them!
They beat their opponents by 13 points per game.

Like the Raptors last season, let alone five points in front of the Bulls, even if they lost by [-] points, they can accept it with peace of mind.

Now that there is a training area that can greatly improve the combat power of players in the short term, Combe is confident that he can build a galaxy battleship before the start of the game.

Regardless of the fact that the Raptors' current team rating is only A.

That's because the potential of the rookies has not been fulfilled. If the potential of Big Ben, McGrady and others is realized, Comb feels that the rating of the S-level team is not a big problem.

That also means that there is only one grade difference from the Bulls, and there is still a good chance of losing only five points.

In the unlikely event that nothing can be done, Kong Bu may not really be fired.

At least there are still ten games to play before the Bulls. In case of a super high winning percentage, even if the Bulls are really tortured by then, the old Thomas will probably have to have fun secretly.

After leaving the vice president's office, Combe breathed a sigh of relief.

The immediate crisis has passed, and the next thing he has to do is to quickly gather new people for training.

Even training one day in advance can have the training effect of others for a month.

In order to fully realize the potential of this group of rookies, the months before the start of the game must be raced against time.

Time flew by and it was mid-July.

In the Raptors training base, five young men stood in front of Kong Bu.

Big Ben, Camby, Wu Sheng, McGrady and Bowen.

Both Mashburn and Christie are newcomers, and they came here for training for no reason at this point in time.

Looking at the five future NBA mainstays in front of him, Kong Bu felt proud.

Although there are many problems with the current lineup, but after slowly refining, there will always be a day when it is truly perfect.

Even Kumbu has planned a reinforcement plan for the new season.

Of course, the premise is that the Bulls have to pass the hurdle smoothly, otherwise the best plan will be useless.

(End of this chapter)