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Chapter 302 Extreme pressure, extreme price hike

Chapter 3 Extreme Pressure, Extreme Price Raising
"Reid hates sending out the first-round pick the most in his life. I'm afraid he won't agree to it?"

Tomjanovich, like Louie, came from Boston and knew Auerbach's likes and dislikes well.

"The current situation does not allow them not to agree." Louis smiled gloatingly, "Last year he refused to agree to my deal with Phoenix, but this year he has to beg to make a deal with me. It really is a karmic cycle of retribution."

Jackson was overwhelmed by the cloud: "What karma?"

Tomjanovich then told Jackson that Louis negotiated a deal last year but was unilaterally rejected by Auerbach.

Louie decided to leave the Celtics for a variety of reasons.

If you want to ask when he made up his mind, it was the moment when Auerbach rejected him.

It is not bad to be conservative and cautious, it depends on the time.

Louis was the head coach of the Celtics at the time. He knew that Maxwell would explode sooner or later. In order to pull out this stinger, even if he suffered a little loss, it was worth it.

Besides, Larry Nance deserves that.

If that deal goes through, the Celtics' top six are Thomas, Long, Bird (SF/PF), Nance (SF/PF/C), Sampson (C/PF), Lambiel.

Among the six strongest players, there are three swing wings. This is the lineup diversity at the level of the small ball era. It is a lineup that can truly play games in any era and deal with all opponents.

The only problem is convincing Lambiel to play sixth man.

Based on the relationship between Louis and Lambiel, he believes that the success rate of this matter is much higher than believing that Maxwell will see through the world and obediently beat the sixth man.

To put it bluntly, the price Auerbach paid to keep the two almost useless first-round picks was to allow a team that could have won consecutive championships from 1984 to 1990 to be defeated by factors other than injuries.

A few of them were talking when another phone call came.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"Lu, I'm Stu Inman."

Louis held the phone and asked casually, "Mr. Inman, what can I do for you?"

"Well, I wish to negotiate a deal with you."

"For a deal, you should call our general manager, right?"

"Lu, don't pretend to be confused, you know why I'm looking for you."

Louis acted extremely straightforward, like a kind person who didn't delay the other party: "I know why you are looking for me, you want Pat Cummings, right?"

"Um"

"It's a pity that I came a step late. I made an agreement with Boston."

"Boston?" Inman demanded. "What leverage are they offering?"

Louis said with a smile: "Mr. Inman, you should know the rules. I can't tell you the content of the transaction. I can only say that it is hard to refuse."

"Lu, I didn't have any doubts about your professionalism, but Boston is where you used to work, and you will be partial to them in your heart. However, it may not be appropriate to make a decision without even listening to our offer."

Louie was silent for a few seconds, as if in reflection.

"I'm not sure you guys can afford two or more picks."

Louie's words shocked Inman to open his mouth and asked, "The first round pick?"

"Of course it's the first-round pick. Isn't the second-round pick used to kill beggars?" Louis had long forgotten that Motta used a future All-Star + a second-round pick to get him done.

The Celtics' trading intention is the most obvious, they want to get rid of Maxwell.

The Knicks can just provide a player of the same type as Maxwell, so even if the Celtics have good players, they will have to pay more if they want to reach a deal.

Inman didn't expect the Celtics to strike so hard.

For a while, he couldn't figure out whether Louis was "fishing" or if he really received an offer from the Celtics.

After Inman, another call came, and it was Chuck Daly from Detroit.

"Should I not be the last one to ask the price?"

Daly didn't talk to Louis about those useless nonsense, and he just clicked on the topic when he came up.

"You are indeed the last one." Louis waited for the prey he really wanted.

He has no intention of helping the Celtics out of trouble unless they send out 2 first rounds.

Louie also doesn't want to make a deal with the Blazers. They don't have a few players who Louis is interested in.

Although Louis wants draft picks, he also wants some young players who seem useless, but are actually underperformed by the influence of the team.

These people are scrap iron in their hands, and they might turn into gold when the Knicks come.

If they become talents, maybe Louis can use them himself. If they are not easy to use, wait until they are worth a lot before selling them.

Neither the Celtics nor the Trail Blazers have such a player.

The Pistons are the only team that desperately needs Cummings, has the young players he wants, and thinks he's preoccupied with draft picks.

"I want to know, how do you want to trade Pat Cummings?" Daly asked bluntly.

"How about this, let me tell you the offers from the other two teams?"

"Is this appropriate?"

"Of course, I won't tell you everything, I'll just tell you a few necessary pieces of information."

Louis said straightly: "In addition to the players, Boston also comes with a first round and a second round; Portland is only willing to give a first round, so I kicked them out in advance."

"Chuck, if the chips you send out are higher than Boston, we will make a deal."

"Sorry, I have another call to answer."

After speaking, Louis hung up.

"My Jesus Christ, you are not telling the truth!" The more Tomjanovich looked at Louis, the more strange he became.

Louie said without shame: "You wouldn't say that if you'd seen Vanity Fair."

"So what if you've seen it?"

"You'll know 'Truthful people go to hell sooner or later'."

While they were chatting, a second call from the Celtics came.

"Lu, Cedric adds another first-round pick, what do you think?"

"It's too late, Mr. Jane, someone's bid is higher than yours." Louis said bluntly: "Please tell Reed, his only chance is to raise his chips to two first rounds before I receive the next call."

Volker was silent for more than ten seconds, and Louis knew that he was discussing with Auerbach.

Suddenly, another voice appeared.

Hoarse, powerful, with a touch of temper, Louie had heard it countless times.

"Listen, boy, don't even think about two first rounds, at most one first round plus one second round!" Auerbach was sure that no one bid higher than him, "If you don't agree, we will pull down and hold your Pat Cummings to mold!"

Louis laughed, took a sip of Coke, burped before replying: "Reed, even if I can't get Cummings out this year, I can next year. If it doesn't work, I can keep him for my use. You know he is the kind of player who can play. But what about you? I don't know what will happen if you continue to let Cedric's stinking mouth talk nonsense in the locker room in the garden."

"Reed, I'm not in a hurry. If your bid doesn't satisfy me, then I can only wish you luck."

"Wait!"

On the other end of the phone, Auerbach, who exerted extreme pressure, did not get the result he wanted.

He regained his composure and said directly, "You won, Lu."

"Don't dare, how could I beat you, Reed?"

"You are too modest, I want to break your neck right now, you better not appear in front of me in the next few years!" Auerbach said with a little anger, "One price, one first round, two second rounds, give me a quick word!"

Louis couldn't help laughing.

He really can't control himself.

"What are you talking about this old man? Just listen to me last year!" Louis forgot to put the phone on the phone, and passed all the complaints he had made to Tomjanovich and Jackson.

"Don't gossip in my face, you bastard!"

Louis felt a little guilty when he heard Auerbach's roar of thunder.

"Souri, the old man I'm talking about isn't you. It's. Yes. Yes. My assistant coach Phil Jackson. Do you know him? He"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense! Do you agree or not?"

"Reed, I am very satisfied with your quotation, but you should also know the principle that the highest bidder wins. I admit that your quotation is the highest so far, but I still want to give the others a chance." Louis paused, "Please wait for my call."

"One hour! If I don't get your call within an hour, even if I throw Cedric Shark into the Charles River, it won't be your turn!"

He said it so that Louis wanted to see if Maxwell would be killed in an hour.
Louis hung up the phone, holding the Coke bottle in his hand, thinking seriously.

Auerbach did give the best offer in theory, and Cummings traded Maxwell + three draft picks, what a f*cking profit.

Louis felt more and more delighted to see Auerbach do it to himself.

"Lu, don't you really want to make a deal with Boston?" Even Tomjanovich felt that the Celtics' offer was hard to refuse.

"No," Louis said with a rippling smile, "I've changed my mind."

Tomjanovich saw Louis' eyebrows "out of control" for a long time, the more excited he laughed, the more his eyebrows "danced" dissolutely.

Daly's second call came.

"Chuck, let me tell you the latest offer first." Louie seemed to be about to end the back-and-forth bargaining war, "Boston raised its chips to one first-rounder and two second-rounders."

Hearing Louis' words, on the other end of the phone, Daly was like an inflated balloon.

"If what you said is true, we can't offer a higher price."

"Yes, I know you can't afford it." Louis paused, then continued, "So I thought of a solution that would give the best of both worlds. Would you be interested in hearing it?"

(End of this chapter)