Super Basketball Manager

Chapter 6 Dream Start
The evening sun is always so eye-catching.

Ron walked very simply, which made the man behind him chase him a little hurriedly.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Luo." He panted heavily, probably complaining in his heart that it's hard to chase people with long legs.

Ron: "…Huh?"

Taking a closer look, it was the staff member standing next to the foreigner just now.

He handed over a business card, and Ron was dazzled by the dense English letters on it.

Ron: "This is?"

The translator guy: "Mr. William Peter asked me to send it over. Mr. Peter hopes you can come to his office when you are free. He was shocked by your performance just now and is very interested in your set..."

Ron: "..."

What can't be said is surprise or joy, just like, in the middle of the night, you personally extinguished the fire of your hope, but at this time it is dawn.

A little bit pleasantly surprised, a little bit sad, Ron hung his head, a little helpless.

The translator guy: "Hey, Mr. Luo, actually you might be too excited. Play tricks to stimulate the ball market. The NBA has already started to do this. When a monk reads a scripture for a day, anyway, the club and the employees have their own interests, so why not do it?"

Ron: "I understand...but you know what?"

He put away the business card in his hand and looked towards the blue sky...

"I am a person who really loves basketball!"

...

"Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

The girl named Momo wore a short dress today, and her white and delicate thighs showed a kind of youthful vigor.

Ron speeded up the car in silence...

In front of Beidaihe, bustling people, midnight...

He hugged the woman in front of the co-pilot seat, who was in pink makeup and jade, exuding seductiveness from the bottom of her heart, and kissed her slightly pouting mouth fiercely.

The girl named Momo didn't resist, but rather enjoyed Ron's arrogant and unreasonable behavior, and soft murmurs came from her mouth...

"What? The sun came out from the west today? Don't you still hate me?" After taking the cigarette handed over by Ron, they opened the car window, and both of them looked at the starry sky at the same time...

Ron: "...how's the book?"

Momo: "Oh! Hee hee...At least I can maintain a normal livelihood..."

Ron: "Hehe...Maybe I'm not a big star..."

Momo was amused by him.

"Actually..." Ron paused, "Actually, I'm a very failed man..."

"I encountered a midlife crisis, my wife's betrayal, and soon even my car and house would be repossessed by the bank..."

"And just now I have a job with an annual salary of more than [-] yuan, which I personally rejected..."

Momo put her two jade legs on the side of the car, a little leisurely: "I don't care about these things... I only know that people like you with vicissitudes of life and melancholy eyes, ups and downs, and occasional frustration are common things..."

"Really?" Ron sighed, feeling calm in his heart. "Then wish me luck!"

...

He picked up the water glass and put it down again.

back and forth.

Ron took a deep breath.

"Oh? Lo... Your speech today was brilliant! I was very impressed..."

The foreigner in front of him speaks with a foreign accent, but looks extraordinarily friendly.

"Although it was a bit embarrassing when I went down~" Peter grimaced cheerfully.

"So, Luo, let's make a long story short. I really didn't expect that in China, there are still people who can see through this kind of trick! Actually, do you know? This is the market, and the NBA is also a market. Similar methods of attracting fans' attention and changing directions to stimulate the market have long been commonplace in the NBA..."

"The market is business. As a team manager, you must learn how to spend a small amount of money to attract more benefits..."

Ron was silent.

"However, I really appreciate your theory of basketball innovation and your penetrating ability to see things... You have the potential to become a team manager... I don't think I will be surprised when you become the general manager of an NBA team in the future!"

"President... general manager?" Ron looked at the smiling foreigner and choked up for a moment.

General manager?I?
Ron's eyes went wide.

"Yes, as a player you have reached the age of retirement, but as a team manager, you are still young! You have that talent, you also have that dream, I believe, you know better than anyone else, your own ability!" Peter patted Ron on the shoulder.

"I never thought about it! I thought, I...actually I...I just love this sport deeply..."

"Yes, you have to work hard. The NBA will never close the door for people with dreams. It will always be a place where miracles happen. Who can predict the future? Go, you will find a broader platform...waiting for you to realize your dreams..."

...

Before the window sill, Ron took a few puffs of cigarettes...

"Yes, you have to work hard. The NBA will never close the door for people with dreams. It will always be a place where miracles happen. Who can predict the future? Go, you will find a broader platform...waiting for you to realize your dreams..."

If life is stripped of ideals, dreams, and fantasies, then life is just a bunch of empty shelves.

I'm already a loser, what else am I afraid of losing?

Ron once again looked at the neon-lit city. Although it was gloomy, there was always hope.

...

Dream starts.

Comeongogogo let the dream restart,

Different sweat flows different dreams.

When you are still going on, of course I can't say give up,
Because of persistence, the more we have to believe.

You said that your running always wants to surpass yourself,

I said that my efforts want to cross the ages,

Leave all failures and setbacks behind,

I'm about to see the map of the world pass under your feet.

Open slowly, open slowly.

Look up at the sky even if you work hard or maybe you are lonely.

Open your heart, open your heart.

If that opportunity comes, will you be able to catch up?

Smile, even when you keep failing.

Get up, start over, push the vulnerability away.

Confidence is in the mind, don't let the soul be blank.

In the present, in the future, I applaud you! ! !
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In the small messy room, Ron was holding a thick "IELTS English" and looked at it with great interest. There were various economics and management books piled up behind him.

...

On the day of his ex-wife's wedding, he put on a pair of glasses, showed up on time, and sent a bouquet of flowers symbolizing eternity.

"What did your ex-husband do? Like an intellectual."

"Oh! He? He is a former basketball player of the national team!"

Ron smiled and watched the woman he once loved kissing others in front of the priest, and he was also proud that she had found a good home.

...

"Auntie, I don't want any more! I gave it all away! If it's convenient for you, keep it for me! I will definitely pay three times the price to buy it back!"

A very unforgettable period of time...

1 year later, Ron is very polite, he even wears a pair of scholar's eyes...

He waved to the landlady, turned around and set foot on the way to the airport...

On the bus, he suddenly thought of someone. He turned on the phone, put it down again, and went back and forth several times.

"beep…"

"Hello~"

"Is it Momo? Ron."

After being melancholy for a long time, even he himself didn't know why he made this call.

"I'm going to America on the other side of the ocean, will you come see me off?"

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