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Chapter 228 I Am Greater Than God

"Do you fucking know how many complaint calls I've received?!!"

Auerbach's loud voice nearly deafened Louis.

Louis picked his ears, "What are you complaining about? Isn't it called a timeout?"

"Damn it, is it killing you if you call too many timeouts? Did you know that you need commercials during the live broadcast? Did you know that they always insert commercials during timeouts? Did you know that the number of commercials broadcast during the game has a relationship with the advertising fee? Who watches commercials except during game time?"

Auerbach's face looked like a capitalist's henchman, and Louis could only spread his hands: "So, is the alliance putting pressure?"

"Who would have trouble with money?"

"Money is a bastard!"

Unless they are willing to share the advertising fee with Louie, compared to the smoothness of the game, Louis doesn't care about the loss of advertising money for the league because they don't call a timeout.

When Louis said that money is a bastard, Auerbach trembled with anger.

He remembered how ugly Louie's face was before in order to get more money, but now he actually said such nonsense with red mouth and white teeth.

"Are you going to piss me off before you stop?" Auerbach stopped smoking cigars, "Do you know how much my blood pressure has risen because of you these days? I'm fucking dizzy right now!"

"I'll call 911 for you."

As it turned out, Louie really wanted to call 911, but Auerbach was just putting on a show.

Louie realizes he's misplaced his talent a bit, and instead of playing tricks in the office with other general managers, he'll be testing the waters of show business.

If the acting skills are good and the media appreciates it, taking a movie like "Old Boy" can legally have a skin-to-skin relationship with Elizabeth Olsen.
"You're getting old, don't get angry at every turn, and, I think it's time for you to think about the future." Louis avoided the topic.

Anyway, Auerbach scolded him not once or twice.

Miraculously, Auerbach never forcibly interfered with Louis' work.

What's even more amazing is that although Louis is known by everyone in the coaching circle, he has a relatively high reputation in the higher-level management.

Because he is young enough and has sharp scouting skills, the players he has looked at since his debut are the quasi-All-Star players who averaged 20 points less per game such as John Long and Slip Floyd.

If a professional sports manager who debuted at the age of 40 can work in this industry for 30 years.

That, Louie, is 24 years old, has been instrumental in the Celtics rebuild and is leading a 73-win monster team into the playoffs.

Question: How many years will his career last?

Assuming he debuted in 1950 (18 years old), then until 2000, he was "only" 68 years old.

Hot knowledge: Auerbach was born in 1917 and is 67 years old this year.

This is the preciousness of being young, especially for careers like management and coaches that don't depend on age, but only on ability and brain capacity.

If you have real talents and are smart enough, you can stay in this line of work for a long time.

Louie's future is widely viewed as positive.

So Auerbach is also very worried that he will not be able to keep this good seed in the future.

Hearing that Louis took the initiative to care about him, Auerbach followed his words and said, "Did you know that my general manager contract expires this year?"

"Mr. Gaston's contract extension should have been sent to you long ago, right?" Louis didn't believe that they would not renew Auerbach's contract, or let him retire.

Moreover, in his impression, Auerbach gradually faded out in the 90s.

Auerbach smiled mysteriously: "That's right, but I refused. You're right, I'm getting old, and I should think about retreating."

No way?Louis couldn't help asking: "Are you going to retire?"

This question made Auerbach see Louis' ambition.

If it is Jane Walker, his first reaction should be to ask him to stay, and explain how much this team needs him and how much they cannot do without him.

Louis' first reaction was surprise, then confirmation.

He wondered if he was really going to abdicate.

"It can't be said to be retirement. I will continue to serve as the chairman of the team, but the job of general manager will be handed over to Jane." Auerbach smiled flatly, "He is a little older than you, but not as old as me. You should be able to cooperate happily."

Louis smiled without saying a word.

Don't be the general manager, but continue to be the team president?

It's like he gave up the position of head coach to Russell in 1966 and concentrated on being the general manager.

Moving from the front to the back, Russell's leadership and Auerbach behind the scenes has meant he doesn't have the same worries as other coaches in the league.So he can lead the team to win two more championships while being both the head coach and the core player, and then the Celtics enter the 70s.The nightmare of Heinsohn and others has come, just like the mission of Kobe James' generation is to dispel the ghost of Chicago above their heads. Heinsohns have never been able to downplay Auerbach's influence in Boston.

Now, Auerbach took another step back, handed over the general manager to Volker, and became the chairman of the upper level himself.

May I ask, will the Celtics management perform an operation without Auerbach's experience?
The answer is self-evident.

Auerbach must have given up part of his power, but the most important decision-making power, the hammer that sets the tone, is still firmly in his hands.

One day in the future, when Louie or Volker wants to make a big deal, if he does not agree, it cannot be implemented.

Therefore, the Celtics are still Auerbach's team.

"Lu, what are you thinking?" Auerbach asked.

"I was wondering if we should call a timeout tonight." Louie laughed.

Auerbach said with a sullen face, "Will calling a timeout kill you?"

"Although this affects advertising revenue, smooth games increase the ratings. I believe that when the league signed the contract with CBS, there should be relevant clauses. For example, when the ratings of our game reach a certain value, there should be corresponding rewards."

"What if not?"

"If not," Louie sneered mercilessly, "it's Larry O'Brien's stupidity, David Stern's incompetence, and all the bosses and negotiating consultants who are idiots."

Auerbach smiled and shook his head: "Your mouth!"

Why didn't he realize that Louis' mouth was so stinky back then?Moreover, he stinks for a reason.

Who the hell turned him into this?
If you think about it carefully, it will be very scary.

Because there is only one answer, Louis is now famous and confident, and no longer needs to hide his true nature.

KC Jones said Louie had different faces to different people, and Auerbach had seen both faces of Louie.He wasn't sure which one was Louis' real appearance.

Maybe not, he is a hypocrite, and also a person who doesn't know who he really is.

Only such a person can meet thousands of people with thousands of faces.

Auerbach didn't want to talk to him about the game. He also wanted to understand. He didn't care whether Louis called a timeout or whether it would hurt the face of the opponent's coach if he didn't call a timeout.

"Lu, you've done a great job."

Auerbach suddenly put aside the subject, looking serious as if he was negotiating.

"Oh" he played dumb.

"72 wins is unprecedented, and in another 10 years, it is estimated that there will be no more." Auerbach holds a cigar in his hand, which is his posture when making decisions.

His dark and deep eye bags surround a pair of sharp eyes that can see countless people: "Even if you don't win the championship this year, I will give you a contract according to the highest standard in the market."

Louis' eyes were instantly moist: "Thank you, Reed."

"I can say that I watched you grow up, and I know your ability." Auerbach believed that this was the best time, "Your future is limitless."

Louie seemed emotional.

"Then I'm going to supervise the training of those bastards." Louis looked at a loss, and found a reason to slip away.

He met Volker outside his office.

Seeing Louis' red eyes, Volker thought he was being scolded by Auerbach.

"Lu, Reid is not in a good mood recently"

"Congratulations, Mr. Jane." Louis had tears in his eyes, "You can finally show your ambition."

Having said that, he continued to move forward.

When his eyes were staggered from Volker's, and when there was no other person in front of him, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, which were tears without any emotion.

A second ago, he was still moved, but now he has returned to normal.

As soon as he got to the pitch, he saw Lambiel sitting there drinking a beer.

Louie picked up a ball and threw it at him: "You bastard! There's a game tonight, what the hell are you doing?"

"Coach, don't I want to save my strength so that I can do my best to deal with the trash in Washington?" Lambiel's ability to open his mouth to make excuses is the strongest among people Louis has ever met.

"Okay! You'd better get more than 25 points tonight. If you don't get it, I'll fucking drug your dinner and throw you into the gay club!"

"No, coach!"

Lambiel wailed.

It's hard to tell which one is the real Louis, the frivolous and conceited Little Lu in front of the media?An arrogant bastard who doesn't know how to behave in the eyes of opponents?In the eyes of the players, there is no quality, a coach who speaks foul language, and speaks yellow accents faster than Chamberlain hits base?Or the rebellious young man in front of Auerbach?
Or is it this person?

Tomjanovich brought Louis a bottle of Coke as usual.

Louis took it and said with a smile: "Thank you, Rudy, this thing is always effective in alleviating my anger."

A reliable colleague in the eyes of Tomjanovich, he respects everyone on the coaching staff, considers their opinions seriously, and doesn't give them too much work, just let everyone do what they are good at and perform their duties.

Louis took the Coke and went back to his office to listen to the message.

There was only one message, and it was from his girlfriend Lorraine.

"I'm going to the garden to watch the game tonight, you will definitely see me in that familiar position, God can't stop me!"

Louis replied to her with a smile: "I have asked the security guards in the garden to remember your season ticket number, and they all recognize you, and they will not let you in. Malena, at least tonight, I am greater than God."

(End of this chapter)