Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 33

A sharp pain came from the back of my head...

Ron woke up from the desk with his head in his hands...

It's dusk...

morning till dusk…

Glancing at the assistant consultant who was watching the game that just ended, that guy happened to be staring at him too.

"How long have I been asleep? Uh...damn, what time is it?" Ron asked.

"7:40." He replied, staring at the game in front of him again.

70 to 92, the score is not even the absence of the audience at the Toyota Center is even more surprising.

"Yao...Yao Ming..." He pointed to the oriental giant who was wearing casual clothes and holding his face on the bench, looking forward...

"Oh!" Ron began to adjust his military uniform.

"Maybe...Maybe he will come back soon...This is really an exciting thing...At least...It won't be so embarrassing to lose again, you are right!"

what?
Come on, how long did you rest?
"Where's Alexander?" Ron stood up regardless of his numb legs.

"Maybe in the box... In the past, if you couldn't see him at the scene, he must be in the box. Now...you can't say..."

"Okay..." Ron picked up the wrinkled documents and left in a hurry...

...

"No! You can't stop me like this!" An angry Ron pushed the two security guards away...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ron..." Security Joe held his hand tightly with a helpless expression on his face.

"Boss! Boss!" Ron even shouted loudly.

"Let him in!" A strange western accent came from inside.

Five people…

Alexander looked at Lowry who was dribbling and breaking through with a livid face.

Another old man who seemed familiar sat beside him and watched the game quietly.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you..."

Carol Dawson!Moses Malone!Elvin Hayes!And Hakeem Olajuwon, whom I haven't seen for a long time!Ron gasped...

"Hey! Luo, I have lost a lot of weight..." Olajuwon extended his hand friendly. "You are..."

Ron gritted his teeth: "I'm here to resign!"

! ?Everyone, including Alexander, who had been ignoring him all this time, glanced at him.

"Please resign? You did a good job! Young man..." Dawson took some letters from Ron.

"You came to Alexander just to resign?" Moses Malone said.

"But before that... please think about it... mine..." Ron lowered his head, and handed over a crumpled draft...

There was a cold light in Alexander's eyes.

He still picked up the piece of paper and looked at it.

Others also leaned over, some sneered, some looked at Ron, and some were thinking about something.

"McGrady for OJ Mayo..." Alexander said in a daze.

"It can release part of the salary." Olajuwon immediately said good things to his disciples.

"Nonsense, is Grizzly stupid?"

"No! They will be willing..." Ron said bluntly: "Memphis has always been in a downturn in the ball market, and it can greatly stimulate the ball market in a short period of time. They also have enough share to swallow this big contract. When McGrady's contract expires next year, they can re-sign Conley and Gasol Jr.... Imagine McGrady, Rudy Gay, Mike Conley, Zach Randolph, Marc Gasol, this will give them at least the gimmick to hit the championship..."

"Is our football market booming? Do you know that the rest of the fans who buy tickets to enter the stadium... all end up with every big loss just to see who plays?" Alexander asked back.

"It's... better than trading to New York!" Ron shouted. "Yes, trading him to New York can further alleviate the financial crisis, and even have extra salary to introduce some people who can help the team and stimulate the ball market... But have you ever thought about what will happen to McGrady in the future? In New York, which is full of copper smell, not only one star is lost there. Don't you think T-mac, the hero of the former space city, lost and ruined his career just like Steve Francis?"

Everyone looked at Ron in a little surprise.

Alexander didn't speak, but there was something strange in his eyes.

"What an arrogant kid..." Elvin Hayes smiled: "Threatening your BOSS by resigning. Do you know how many people are lining up outside to come in?"

Olajuwon blinked vigorously at Ron, but he still had a confrontational face.

"I've been in this major league for so long, what I see in my eyes, what I think in my heart, what I hear in my ears, is completely disgusting money, the smell of copper! Many players lose themselves here, and many team players even change their style for the next contract... and for the box office, for profit, the team will sacrifice everything to make huge profits..."

"I don't deny that this is business, but is this right? Is this still basketball? I don't see it at all in order to win, to give up everything, to work hard, to fight...

Check out the players locker room!When are you not quarreling?What are you doing again?Just one of those imperfect seasons?Another pretense to make a series of moves during next year's vacation to fool the fans?

To be honest, I was drafted by the NBA as a player and have always regretted not getting the chance to be here...but you know what?But now I'm glad, thankful that I didn't toss about people like you!
Just look at Yao Ming!He has already become like that, only him...he practiced tirelessly, he believed in every season, he never gave up...only he was looking forward, and for the sluggish box office, you actually agreed to his early comeback...Let me tell you, we Easterners can't last long, not everyone is like Jordan, who can come back to play in his 40s!Did you guys ever really think about winning that goddamn championship ring for his efforts? "

Ron roared in front of all the shocked celebrities: "When did you lose yourself? When were you willing to be so depraved? Year after year, how long will you have to wait before you are truly willing to work hard for victory, instead of just boasting and giving people beautiful lies during vacations? When did you lose your love for basketball and this sport!"

He angrily turned around and slammed the door: "I don't have the time to continue to accompany you for this kind of bird game. At worst, I won't do it!"

Ron's questions rang back and forth in everyone's mind like a warning bell, "When did we get lost..." Alexander's pupils gradually dilated, and some joy that he hadn't thought of for a long time made him melancholy for a while...

Leslie Alexander is a middle-aged man who rides a "rocket" to expand his territory.Houston Rockets.But in the 93-94 season after Alexander took over, the Rockets won the first championship in history.As the team's market value climbed step by step, the Jew's personal assets also hit the rocket. After Yao Ming came, it skyrocketed 15 times.
In the NBA, Alexander should be the first boss to set his sights on China.At that time, the Rockets had different opinions on whether to choose Yao Ming.In addition to the factors of unknown strength, there are also concerns about whether China will let him go and whether Yao Ming can be in place in time. The team has to take a lot of risks. In the end, Alexander made the final decision, and Yao Ming was elected as the NBA No. [-] pick that year.This dangerous move was right, and the influx of Chinese audiences and the soaring ratings began to accompany the Rockets.

In fact, he was also the initiator who indirectly gave Ron a dream.

Right now, Alexander frowned. In his life, he had seen many rebellious people, but he had never seen a guy like Ron who was really fighting for his dreams.

"Hakeem, how about OJ Mayo?"

"He has been reduced to a fringe player on the team because of the right to shoot with Gay. In terms of strength, he still has some... This season, the statistics are a bit embarrassing..."

Alexander was lost in thought.

"He seems to have a kind of...innate ability...can...see through a player's human nature...he said that is called reverse thinking..."

Carol Dawson stood up abruptly, arousing everyone's curiosity.

"I have to get that kid back!" He was so anxious that even Alexander couldn't help being shocked...

"Hey, Carol! So many good scouts, so many knowledgeable people didn't see you like this, you are..." Alexander was a little curious.

"...Comparing those people to him is like a bird is compared to a swan..." Dawson paced back and forth, and finally made up his mind to bite his lips tightly: "You know? Even if it is replaced by McGrady, I am willing. A player like him can appear every 10 years, but that person named Ron is once in a hundred years—"

"Super basketball manager!"

Regardless of his old body, he chased after him at a brisk pace, and the rest of the people who were looking at each other, their faces full of astonishment, echoed in Dawson Howe's non-exaggerated words...

(End of this chapter)