the rest, only noise

Chapter 173 Be Honest?not necessarily
"Lu, here comes Cedric."

Tomjanovich brought Maxwell to Louie's office.

Louis held the phone in his hand and said with a smile: "Sit down, but I have a call, wait a moment."

Maxwell sat down peacefully, while Tomjanovich carefully sorted out the materials.

A typical Larry O'Brien-era league is this: he absolutely doesn't want to come up with any tricks and rejects all attractive new things.

In order to persuade him to launch the dunk contest at the All-Star weekend, his assistant persuaded him for a month.

Such a person, it is impossible to expect him to come up with a sign like the Christmas War.Therefore, Christmas is approaching, but the Celtics have no strong opponents in the near future.

And on Christmas Day, the night before, there was no game.

Therefore, players can go home for Christmas.

With no strong opponents, it's Tomjanovich's job to take the slightly stronger opponents and study their strengths and weaknesses.

Louis faced the phone and said with a smile, "Jack, what's the matter?"

"I know you won't call me for no reason, just tell me if you have anything to say."

At first, Maxwell didn't care, he sat calmly in Louis' office, didn't talk, didn't gossip, and said NO to all the questions.

However, Louie wanted him to gossip enough.

"Oh, so you wanted to talk to me about a deal." Louis said arrogantly, "We are now 22 wins and 2 losses. I feel very good about the status quo. There should be no need for a deal."

At this point, Tomjanovich continued to work on his information, and Maxwell became a little impatient, because Louie's phone didn't look like he would hang up in the next few minutes.

"this."

Louis had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Of course there are difficulties. Don't you know how important Cedric is to us?" Louis didn't even look at the person involved. "How could I trade him to Portland?"

Tomjanovich turned his face, Maxwell's weary "what the hell am I doing here" face, into "I'm concerned about how things are going."

"Really? Are you really willing to hand over Jim Paxson?"

Tomjanovich's breathing increased.

Maxwell's eyes were straight. He thought he was just coming to Louie's office to listen to his chanting, but he didn't expect that he might really be traded.

"However, we already have Larry and John Long. We don't need a shooter in the second and third positions. Moreover, I believe that Jim, like Cedric, is unwilling to play on the bench. Why should I throw away a trouble in my hand for another trouble that may not be so good?"

"What? Are you willing to increase draft picks?"

Louie's sensuality convinced Maxwell that he was moved.

He knows his worth, and no matter how cocky he is, he doesn't feel like he's worth more than Jim Paxson + picks.

Patterson can already be equal to him, plus a draft pick?How much the Blazers want him!
Did he know Jack Ramsay?
Maxwell couldn't think of what he'd done to Portland and why Ramsey would be so crazy about him.

Could it be that he left an impression on the other party when he went to the Memorial Gymnasium to play last time?
Must be!
Not long after that, Maxwell still remembers clearly that he performed much better than Patterson that night.

"Jack, I already feel your sincerity."

Louis' selfless negotiation.

Tomjanovich and Maxwell found that Louie was so absorbed in forgetting that there were other people in the office.

He leaned against the office chair and lifted his legs up to the desk.

"To be honest, if I could make a decision, I would agree to your plan, but you know, I don't have the authority to make a decision. I have to ask Reed."

"Well, it's really nice of you to understand, anyway, thanks for calling and I'll let you know when I have any news."

"Ow~~~~"

Louie howled like a male wolf in heat, and actually yelled out the tune of "good luck" with a wolf howl. His smug expression couldn't conceal his inner excitement, and his huddled eyebrows writhed like two villains.

"I was traded?" Maxwell said suddenly.

"Holy Shit!"

Louis cursed and asked in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

Maxwell looked like an idiot: "Didn't you invite me here?"

Louis looked at Tomjanovich inexplicably, "Really? Is there such a thing?"

"Ten minutes ago, you asked me to call Cedric to the office. He came soon, and then you said you wanted to make a phone call." Tomjanovich explained speechlessly.

"Damn it, I actually forgot about you." Louis said with a smile. "Actually, I have nothing to do. I just wanted to ask you if you ate well today and if you slept well last night."

"Yes, I ate green salad, salmon and chicken breast."

"I slept very well."

"Oh my god, you eat better than me, no needle poking."

Louis looked at the door of his office, "By the way, have you used my new shower room? Is it much better than before?"

"Very good, everyone likes it very much." Maxwell nodded.

"If there is nothing else, you can go back to training, I can't affect your training." It seems that Louis is not going to reveal the details of the transaction to him.

Maxwell refused to just leave.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"what is the problem?"

"Am I being traded?"

Louis said awkwardly: "Cam, Cedric, you know I can't tell you this."

"You negotiated with them in front of me. I heard almost everything, except for one result. Is this different from telling me the result after you have discussed it?" Maxwell asked excitedly.

Louis's smiling face seemed to be a TV character who had been pressed to pause. After a few seconds, he looked at Tomjanovich: "It seems that there is really no difference?"

Tomjanovich dared not answer.

"Well, what do you want to know?" Louie drove Maxwell crazy.

"Fuck!" Maxwell yelled, "Am I being traded?"

Louis smiled and said, "You are our most popular commodity. At least five teams have asked you for a price. So far, there has been no result."

"I'm not a commodity!"

"Why not? A product with a clearly marked price, an All-Star, two first-round picks, and one less, you can't leave."

Maxwell's worth is indeed true.

But that's Auerbach's standard. If it's Louie's standard, he would change if there is an All-Star, and what draft picks are needed. The most important thing in life is contentment.

"You seem eager to trade me?" Maxwell asked.

"Is there any reason why I don't want to, Cedric?" Louis asked back, "If you are the head coach, and you have a big-name player who has been refusing to listen to the arrangement, catering to you on the surface, but making small moves behind the scenes to make the agent spread rumors that he wants to be traded, what should you think?"

Maxwell could not answer.

"You must really want this bastard to disappear from your team immediately." Louis said sadly, "But unfortunately, I have no say in this matter, so you probably can't leave."

Louis' attitude is already very clear, and Maxwell seems to have nothing to ask.

He was going to leave, but if he left, there would really be nothing to talk about between him and Louis.

"If I were a coach." Maxwell said in a deep voice, "If I were a coach, when I was about to put a big-name player on the bench, I would have a chat with him, and I would tell him why he had to be on the bench."

Louis asked unexpectedly; "My mouth is almost worn out, do you still think I haven't said enough?"

"But you never told me why!"

"Why? Good question, first of all, you can't play center forward."

"Secondly, your threat as a power forward is not as good as Larry's."

"Your rebounding for a big man is like 'Annie Hall' beating 'Star Wars' at the Oscars. It's a tragedy on earth."

"Your defense is just normal. It's not enough to make you replace Bill or Ralph."

"The most important thing is that your three-point shooting has made zero progress so far." Louie laughed. "Bill does not have an advantage over you. He just happens to be more like an insider than you, protects rebounds better, and listens to me better. It took a few years to practice a 30% three-pointer. So he is more qualified than you to start."

"The above is my concluding statement on why you are not the starter. I hope this is the last time I say this."

Louis said to Tomjanovich who was stupefied: "Rudy, can you help me get a bottle of Coke from Reed's office?"

"How about I go directly to the convenience store of the Greek Academy to buy?"

"good idea."

Maxwell savored Louie's words carefully.

He doesn't want to leave Boston. He is a man with a sense of honor. The Celtics will be a strong contender for the championship in the next few years. Why would he leave a team with the greatest prospect of winning?

"You mean, if I can make threes, I can start?"

"It's not that you can make shots, but that you can shoot more accurately than Bill." Louis set a goal. "If you can shoot more than him and be more accurate than him, I will seriously consider the starting candidate. If you can't, you can only play the sixth man. If you don't want to, please go directly to Reed to apply for a trade. Don't bother me about your selfishness, please."

Maxwell got up from his seat.

"I understand." Maxwell said in a deep voice, "I won't go to Phoenix, and I don't want to go to Portland. I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to play here and become a part of the Celtics' glorious history. But I also want a name. I don't want to be a substitute. Starting today, I will strengthen my three-pointers. I hope you can keep your promise then!"

After Maxwell finished speaking, he turned and left. He bumped into Tomjanovich who was running back outside the door.

"Would you like a Coke, Cedric?" Tomjanovich asked.

"I don't drink this."

"Then you and Louis?"

"We're all right."

Tomjanovich arrives at the office with Louie's beloved Coke.

The first thing Louie sees is a Pepsi, then another Coca-Cola.

"Rudy, liking double insurance is really the most valuable quality in you!" Louis opened Coca-Cola and took a sip, then burped in satisfaction.

Tomjanovich asked: "Is Cedric's problem solved?"

"probably."

"Then how are you going to answer Coach Ramsey?"

Louis pinched the Coke bottle and asked, "Why should I answer Coach Ramsey?"

"Didn't you just tell him on the phone that you would inform him if you had any news?" Tomjanovich asked in a daze.

"What call?" Louie's mouth hooked up, "When did I talk to Coach Ramsey?"

(End of this chapter)