Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 43
Routine meeting of team executives.

This is the most meetings Ron has attended as a consultant.

Only this time it's a little different.

This time he took the chair.

Finally, he took control of the game, and it felt like a counterattack. At this time, Ron raised his cheeks with a sad face, and he finally understood how much courage Morey had to be in this position to manage the game.

The surroundings were still the same as before, with quarrels and disputes. He didn't understand why those old men who had passed menopause were arguing over some trivial matters. The opponents tomorrow were the Nuggets, and the day after tomorrow they would beat the Pacers back to back.

Back to back at home.

In the 09-10 season, the Nuggets were under Carl's hands, and the three armies worked hard. Iverson in his twilight years and Melo Anthony in his peak period have always maintained the top 3 offenses in the league.

And what about the Pacers?Danny Granger has the opportunity to enter the All-Star for the first time, and the East is also hovering on the edge of the quarterfinals. The Pacers and the Walkers, compared with the Nuggets, are on the same level.

Right now, the point of contradiction is to go all out. Of course, in terms of strength, unless there is a miracle, the two-game losing streak at home is inevitable. From the perspective of ticket revenue, the fans will not give any hope.

Either use all your strength to maintain physical strength, fight the Pacers, and end the team's 8-game losing streak by winning a game. For Ron, the new boss must make some achievements, right?

The new official took office three times, and when those gray-haired scouting consultants were still arguing, Ron stood up and knocked on the table.

Surrounded by silence, many people cast disdainful and disrespectful glances at the new Oriental manager, with malicious intent in their eyes.

Everyone wanted to show him off, so that he could leave early.

"Haha..." Ron smirked twice, his face suddenly darkened.

"It seems that you have decided to give me a big gift. You plan to call 5 caddies to play against the Nuggets, and then take down the Pacers in one go, right?" He scanned the surroundings word by word.

"No, no...Actually, the Pacers are easier to play. Of course, if you want to continue the losing streak, it won't do you any good..." An elderly tactical consultant talked hopelessly.

"Well, the Pacers rely heavily on Danny Granger, and we have Battier and Trevor Ariza at the 3 to make him feel bad."

"That's right, Hibbert on the inside hasn't completely let go of his hands and feet, and Luis Scola is negligent on their inside."

"Enough to win the game!"

"Yes! I agree!"

"Fart! TJ-Ford, that guy is running all over the field. I think Brooks can blow him up. He should be the main guard!"

"You should tell that old stubborn Adelman about this!"

"Okay!" Ron yelled loudly, he knew that if he didn't speak, the scene would be chaotic again.

The Barry on the left always watched the show with a sullen face, and Ron was very displeased with the old fox's style.

"Barry, tell me." He began to nod.

"Ah?" The old fox was taken aback at the time, he had no defense against the trick of throwing bricks to attract jade. "I think...Mark is right! Remember? I talked to you this morning about..."

"Okay! Tell me!" Ron cut off his words very shamelessly, and threw the olive branch to the side of Olajuwon who was silly and happy.

Just a small detail made many consultants frown on the sidelines. It looked like a stone in a toilet, smelly and hard.

"Me?" Olajuwon thought for a while, "Ariza is not in very good condition, and Battier has been injured all season, but Granger's tall shooter, if he doesn't feel good, is really sure to win the game."

Many people agreed and nodded.

"But who can tell me why we were shot into a hornet's nest when we were a guest in Indiana in December? 12:97, who can tell me who Dunta Jones is? Even the technical characteristics of the old general Luther Hyde have been forgotten, right? There is a plus-minus value of -112 in points. Who can tell me what Ariza is doing?"

"Ariza is defending against TJ-Ford..." Olajuwon murmured, and at the end he sneaked a glance at Ron.

"No wonder..." The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and the more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became.

Ron stood up abruptly.

"Berry, give me a list of other teams' backup point guards, press officer, and send me a trade rumor. Everyone, I'm going to put our sunglasses man, Mr. Brooks, on the special offer in the Houston supermarket. Keep your mouths shut and perform your duties!"

He walked towards the door of the conference room, and suddenly came back full of annoyance.

"By the way, whatever you do every day, you have to write a report and send it to my mailbox before you get off work. It's as big as jumping on the wall, as small as farting in the toilet! On weekends, you have to give me a weekly summary! Let me tell you, the previous set doesn't work in front of me. If you can't do it, you'll get out. I've lived for 34 years, and I've never heard of anyone who gave up the game before playing! Is it plausible? Is this what the management of a team that expects to win a championship said? Skin!"

He opened the door and slammed it heavily, leaving the meeting room without looking back.

"What... what did he say?"

"He said the championship?"

"Is he crazy?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank amazement.

Only Alexander, who was watching everything in the monitoring room, had a pleasant smile on his lips.

In the general manager's office, Ron was wearing a pair of glasses and drawing the analysis board.

"This is the first time we have played against the Denver Nuggets this season...and if we catch up afterwards, it is very likely that we will be ranked in this position after the end of the regular season." Ron said, pointing to the seventh seat in the West.

"It doesn't matter if the Pacers win or lose. Anyway, they only have to face each other twice a season, but the Nuggets are different, and they have to meet four times... If they win this one, the fans will pay for the next encounter. In the playoffs, it will be against Denver, and the players' mentality will be better, so they can go further."

"Oh! That's how it is! No wonder!" Olajuwon, who suddenly realized, left happily, leaving Ron who was quietly meditating.

"Manager, you were so handsome just now!" Lisa leaned against the wall, staring at him, her seductive eyes and nimble tongue looked quite seductive.

"Say something."

"Oh! The boss asked if you were free...he seems to be leaving..."

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was only 3pm.

"You did a great job. I'm going back to the company. There are more problems there than the team." In the VIP room, the old man poured a pot of tea for Ron.

"The Bass Consortium?" Ron asked in a daze.

"Don't worry, there is no need to sell players." Alexander gritted his teeth.

"..." Ron fell silent.

The old man was thinking about something, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief: "Listen, my trainee manager, your first test question... is to deal with those damn refunds and the remaining season tickets. You know the current situation of the company. I urgently need a liquid asset to slowly transfer. If I can't do it, ask your fellow villager when he will be able to play. He is currently the most popular superstar on the team..."

Ron fell silent, numbers and pictures spinning in his mind.

"By the way, you just said that you have something to tell me..."

"Oh!" Almost forgot about it, huh?Think about it the other way around... Isn't this the best solution to the problem?

Ron whispered happily into Alexander's ear.

"Is he okay?" the old man asked with some doubts.

Ron smiled and nodded.

"Go for it! I'm not Cuban, I hired you to bring victory to the team, right? Don't ask me about this kind of thing in the future, you make up your own mind!"

He looked gratefully at the leaving figure of Alexander Shanshan.

...

OJ Mayo!

He flipped through the phone number temporarily stored in his mobile phone, and called it in a hypocritical manner, and a busy tone came from an empty number...

"Damn." He shrugged and walked towards the team's training facility.

On the training ground, the laziness of the players was in stark contrast to Adelman's frowning and thoughtful expression. Lisa coughed heavily behind Ron, and the players realized that the legendary new manager was standing in front of them.

Money is everything!

Everyone started to perform with all their strength, and the scene became extremely hot...

He found Ariza, and he talked with him, to help him solve problems, reduce his inner pressure.

"Tired of losing?" Ron said with a smile.

"Hehe..." Ariza smiled bitterly in embarrassment.

Ron approached Ariza's ear with a smirk on his face.

"I'll give you two options. One, take position three and return to your previous job; two, pack you up, where you came from, and where you're going back..."

Ariza was stunned and suddenly looked at the serious Ron with doubts.

"You send me back to the Lakers? They'll just send me..."

"Yes, you betrayed them..."

His eyes suddenly filled with fear.

"Look at your stats! Mr. Trevor. Why are you desperately looking at the basket to say hello? Instead of hitting people when you miss a shot on the offensive end, you might as well fight hard on the defensive end, right?" Ron leaned forward again.

"You're not ready, are you! I don't want your points, if you insist on scoring instead of making money! Do you believe I'll pardon you right away?"

Ron winked at him with a smirk.

Seeing him twitching all over, Ron knew that his goal had been achieved.

Since other teams discovered that Scola was the real core of the Rockets' tactics and received the highest level of defensive courtesy, Brooks gradually became the Rockets' first scoring point, with 21 points, but he had to rely on more than 5 shots per night to maintain this balance.

Every time the ball is in his hands, it is either a 24-second violation, or it flies to the basket in less than 2 seconds.

He doesn't score the ball when he breaks through, he doesn't look at people in defense, he can't guard against tall guards, and his speed is not as fast as a small guard of his size.

There are only unreasonable bad shots left. If you make a goal, it is a good shot. If you don't make a goal, you will be beaten into a fool.

The offense is out of tune and the defense is uncoordinated.You say he has a big heart, but he repeatedly makes you feel the convulsions like a roller coaster.

He can make all the first 10 shots, all of which are large and super long 3-pointers; he can also miss all the last [-] shots, without even free throws.

Ron summed up 8 words to describe Brooks - shooting birds indiscriminately, useless.

He started to feel complacent, knowing that his scoring was less than half last season, which allowed him to enjoy the treatment of the highest star for several consecutive games: the offensive end of the knife, sometimes really outrageously accurate; in fact, no one looked at him on the defensive end. In the average time when Xiao Heidou was on the court, the Rockets always lost 15 points more than their opponents.

In fact, this is also the unfinished account that Ron wants to deal with first.

A trump card with an efficiency value of -15, isn't it ridiculous?Look at Lowry, who scored 48 points, 18 rebounds, and 8 assists per 6 minutes.

At this moment, the convulsive little man in front of Ron was drinking Gatorade in front of Ron, and seemed to be a bit ignorant of the new manager.

If you are so insane now, what will happen when you truly become an All-Star?

Of course, with Yao Ming's popularity, it is really possible for him to experience the feeling of an All-Star with 21 points or a 5-point shooting percentage in the early 40s.

"Oh! Mr. Aaron Brooks, I don't think you're ready to talk to me yet...then go back! Don't embarrass yourself here?" He said with a half-smile, almost causing the guy in front of him to spit out Gatorade.

"Didn't you come to talk to me about the contract?" His arrogance came from this.

"Contract?" Ron smirked to himself.

"Contract? Contract? Contract? Contract?" He read it several times in a row, shaking his head as he muttered, leaving the dumbfounded Brooks behind, and walked out of the arena.

At the end, he suddenly looked back with a smile that was not a smile.

"Get ready for your new surroundings, Mr. Brooks..."

After saying the words, he put away his smile, and stared at all the dazed people in the arena with a fierce look on his face.

"The next time I come here, if I see someone taking money and doing nothing, then please allow me to say to you in advance: 'I'm sorry!' What are you still doing! Continue!"

Adelman looked at Ron gratefully, and he nodded kindly to the old man.

　Please support me a lot!More votes, I will update three times a day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)