NBA basketball king

Chapter 71 I Have a Dream!
Chapter 71 I Have a Dream!

The black assistant carefully analyzed the several plans in front of him, looked at them, and gave his own opinion.

"If the New Jersey basketball team does not move from New Jersey to New York, I think there is no need to invest. The cost and attendance of a new club are not very clear. The only market card they can play now may be Space Yi from China, but he is in the NBA. His performance is not as perfect as expected, at least judging from the effect of Yao Ming’s advertisements in China, he is not an object worthy of attention in comparison.”

"Cleveland is one of the two most popular stars in the league right now, and the young emperor is still young. He is likely to take over the future dominance of the league. Also, on top of that, Dan Gilbert's older brother now has Intend to sell Cavaliers stake. If they can all be acquired, it will be about 16%, which will be the second largest shareholder in the league Cleveland going forward. In terms of LeBron James popularity, I am more optimistic about this deal , and more realistically."

Listening to his assistant analyzing news from various channels, Mr. Huang is filtering what he thinks is useful in his brain.

"How about Miami?" After a while, Mr. Huang looked at the assistant, waiting to analyze the last team, which was very attractive to him.

And don't forget that the most popular little ones these days are from the old world.Mr. Huang could smell the waves the little guy was making in the old world.

Not to mention that he has seen the performance of "Crazy Boy" in Madison, which is a gem that has not been fully carved, and he represents infinite value in Mr. Huang's eyes.

Luo Ming, who was waiting for his comeback on the sidelines, did not expect that in the distant New York City, he was still thinking about himself, and only had eyes for his opponent.

Maybe soon, there will be a lot going on in this unpredictable league.As for the impact, only those who have experienced it can know.

Five minutes was hard enough, and even the Heat's Heat cheerleaders at American Airlines Stadium couldn't quench the frantic fan's hunger for the game.When the two teams stood up from the bench, they began to challenge the ceiling of the club with crazy roars.

Doc Rivers pushes the tactical board in front of him, and he's making the final arrangements.The second and third quarters are key if he wants the game to play to his rhythm.They are still 4 points behind, not by much, but they cannot allow their opponents to score like this.

The offense before the end of the first quarter of the game has begun to let the opponent ignite his madness in advance.If you don't want to get burned by the flames and have no embers, it's best to fight back hard now.Otherwise, if the opponent is completely insane, you can't roll over.

"Try to compress the opponent's defensive area, Paul, your job is to push Marion into the paint as much as possible, force Machiko Gonzalez to drop back from the outside, or let the guy in the paint go out, and then what to do, I think I don't need to say more, do I?" Doc Rivers said, looking at his absolute leader.

"I know what to do, Kevin, help me get around that kid. I don't want to eat a big bowl in front of so many people. He almost made it once, and I don't want to have another thrilling experience.

"That kid is like a loach. I will try my best, but I can't say that I will succeed [-]%. Only after I have played against that little guy, I know that Deng Huade will not be wronged because of failure. Even if I mention this high position, he's still fighting, and I think I'm going to suffer from that too. He's moving so fast."

Machico Gonzalez's dream is not unrealistic, and now he wants to see everything that the two teams can show in this game, and the main opponent is the one in front of him.

Yao?Shaquille?Let's wait for cap space to come out.The salary of the big man is proportional to the number.Paying people money is still something Dan Gilbert's bigwigs have to worry about.

My task is to let the little emperor have fewer obstacles or less effort on his way to the final.

Makiko Gonzalez is no prophet.He is not omnipotent.Little did he know that a new force was developing amidst the global financial crisis, preparing to invade the busy NBA. . .

In April this year, New York is still sunny and sunny, and there are still all kinds of eye-catching white-collar crowds passing through a street from southern Manhattan to Broadway to the East River.

There is no one left in the cold weather.Everyone here seems to be in a hurry.No one even wants to look up to the sky.

No wonder, the skyscrapers on both sides of the street shrink the sky into a straight line. In this case, no one wants to waste time admiring the narrow blue.

Since August and September 2008, Wall Street, the most prosperous financial trading center in the United States, has almost become the graveyard of many investors in the world.

Every day, people who jump here may be respected gold collars on the street a few months ago, or even millionaires.

But a global financial turmoil evaporated the wealth of many people, and there was nothing left to buy them a loaf of bread.

In the cold weather, the cold economy, people wandering here care more about their jobs.Maybe wake up the next morning and they'll be a zero-asset family, or worse.

Even the copper bulls on Wall Street are a bit gray in such days, let alone those ordinary people who are running around to survive.

But there will always be someone who is not bothered by so many things, and someone who will serve a cup of espresso at the office.

"Mr. Huang, I really don't understand why you are already the partner of the Yankees in New York, but now you are going to buy an NBA team. You should know that there is no stable return on investment now. Don't let this investment make you in Wall Street Businesses report all the money."

A strong black man is watching the man who is slowly sipping his coffee.

"William Adams Miller, did you know that rockets have doubled in value over the years? Alexander's famous miser netted $3.5 million on rockets, and he doesn't need to put all his energy into rockets."

The person sitting on the sofa finally put down the hot cup in his hand, sprayed coffee on it, and stood up.

A middle-aged oriental man who is neither strong nor tall, with an ordinary eye on his nose.If he is not sitting in this tall office building, he is no different from those white-collar workers who pass by in a hurry.Oh, almost forgot he was one of them.

"Sports industry, perhaps the biggest cake of this century, NBA, the best basketball league in the world, if possible, I don't think our acquisition plan is a problem, it can bring us several times the benefits it can bring .”

The typical yellow-skinned oriental man looks confidently at the assistant in front of him.He told us all this with a smile, just like the miracle he once created on Wall Street.Now he still trusts his eyes, it has a reassuring smell.

"William Adams Miller, we just have to pick who we want to work with, Cleveland, New York, New Jersey, or Miami." The man, whom a black assistant called Mr. Huang, pointed to several reports on the table.

"It would be even better if there was Houston." William Adams Miller looked at the boss and shook his head helplessly.He knew his boss was very angry, and as long as he saw things clearly, few people could change his opinion.

"Forget it, I don't want to take over the Rockets from Alexander. A $5 million offer will crush our company. We are accountable to investors. I don't want to collapse like those big investment banks. We don't have that deep foundation."

Keep those guys scoring away from the [-]-point line and create enough cushion for their players to defend.This is the intention of the Filipinos.He doesn't follow the opponent's rhythm.

"Smart guy." Pat Riley, who was watching the game in the box, smiled at Spoelstra's answer. It seems that the Filipino is not only a good microphone, but also a flexible guy.

(End of this chapter)