NBA, Yao Ming is back!

Boston.

"What? You're saying you don't like that Eastern boy?"

Ok.

"Karl, how many years have you been with the Celtics?"

Michael Lyon Karl, a former steals champion and All-Defensive Second Team member, won two championships with the Celtics from 79 to 85, averaging approximately 9 points, 4 rebounds, and 2 assists per game in his career.

"That's been quite a long time, almost 20 years. What's wrong, sir?"

The person speaking was none other than Adno Jacob Auerbach. Few people might recognize his full name, but if you mention "cardinal," they'll definitely know who he is.

He was born in 1917. Just think how old he would be in 97? He would be an 80-year-old man, still working on the front lines. His authority is immense.

With so many students and factions associated with him, it's no wonder David Stern doesn't want to associate with him.

There can only be one final voice in the NBA.

That's my voice, David Stern's voice.

Your voice is superfluous.

This is Stern's true thought.

Although he is no longer the general manager, everyone knows that he still holds the power of life and death over the entire Celtics.

Tell me why you don't like that Asian man?

"Because we prefer Duncan, and that Asian guy has never played here before, he's only 16, not even 17 yet, I remember, how can we believe it? I think we should choose Duncan."

"The chances of Duncan coming are slim..."

Auerbach felt a pang of heartache at the thought.

He felt even more resentful towards that damned Stern.

"If all else fails, if all else fails, well, that kid from the University of Colorado will do."

Michael Carr was speaking.

He didn't see the way Auerbach looked at him at all.

"Although he is a combination of calmness and impulsiveness, I am confident that I can mold him into the former type."

As Karl was speaking, Auerbach took a puff of his cigar and looked at him, but he didn't actually hear a word Karl said.

He took a deep drag and exhaled a smoke ring.

You should know that cigars are much harder to exhale smoke rings than regular cigarettes, but for a seasoned smoker like Auerbach, it's no problem at all.

After vomiting, he looked at Michael Carr and said, "Hmm, what you said makes a lot of sense, so Carr, you can go to the team development department."

"Hmm, okay... if you think what I said makes sense, huh?" Karl said, clearly not understanding what I meant, still absorbed in his important task of drafting the team.

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean?"

Ugh.

Intelligence is a wonderful thing.

Why are there so few people around me who understand me?

It's a pity Larry didn't stay to help me.

Otherwise, why would I be so overworked?

Looking at Michael Carr, who resembled a child who had made a mistake, Auerbach shook his head: "Go to the team development department. It's time to change the general manager."

"Why? Sir, I..."

Why? Auerbach was really annoyed by him. If he hadn't arrived early and been serving the Celtics, he would have liked to throw a cigar in Auerbach's face right now.

Why did we choose that kid who looks a bit slow-witted?

"Because we need an inside player."

"If we need an inside player, then why are you talking to me about the University of Colorado?"

People who lack common sense should just leave; they're annoying to look at.

"Oh, and remember to close the door properly when you leave."

What a jerk! No wonder he was only selected in the fifth round!

He was just a five-wheeled showman back in the day, yet he dares to look down on others. This kind of ungrateful guy should just get off the show.

Over the years, not a single drop of green blood has been stained on it.

It's probably just that there's a little green on its head.

The Celtics, a team of great stature, make me, at my age, worry about so much. Sigh, they really can't function without me.

Seeing the dejected Carl leave, Auerbach didn't care about any of that. He touched the phone in his hand and set his sights on the most popular coach in the University of Kentucky over the past two years.

Of course, he didn't know that this was a huge mistake. If Auerbach had been able to travel through time before he died, he would definitely have come back at this point and slapped his present self twice.

Because this guy was indeed a legendary coach in the NCAA, but unfortunately...

He's not good at coaching the NBA.

Although Auerbach just wants to find someone who is easy to work with and has prestige, sometimes, using the wrong man is more painful than using the wrong woman.

Orlando.

"John, who do you think we should choose?"

"You want to choose John Taylor? Good heavens, you two have the same name, are you related? If not, why are you choosing him? I said I'm going to choose that big Asian guy!"

"If you don't do as I say this time, then I'll also request a trade!"

"Oh, Anfernee, calm down, this is just Richie's opinion. You know he's the head coach, we have to consider his opinion..."

Before the Magic's general manager could finish speaking, Hardaway fired back, his eyes practically gleaming: "What Richie? Didn't you see him at the end of the regular season? He had no tactics whatsoever. Oh, and he only knew one tactic—just passing me the ball."

"Then let me play one-on-one? Do I really need him? My grandma could devise tactics better than him!"

"Fire him right now!!! Our zodiac signs are incompatible!!!"

"And let me tell you, you absolutely must bring in a top-notch coach next season, otherwise..."

Before Hardaway could finish speaking, John Gabriel immediately nodded and said, "No problem, then fire him. After all, it's not acceptable to be at odds with a major star in the NBA. This is a league of stars, and if you say you don't want to, we'll definitely do it."

"What do you think of Chuck Daly, the legendary coach of the Pistons?"

Hardaway: ...

He agreed so readily, damn it, he's setting me up.

I spread the word because I didn't like him, and then fired him, achieving my goal without damaging my reputation.

Fine, as long as I can get him replaced, I'll put up with it.

"Remember this: I want a great coach, not that damn John Taylor. I want that Eastern giant!"

Losing one giant has already been painful enough; we can't afford to lose a second one!

I want him, or I'll break up with the team!

A breakup that ends without looking back!

Vancouver.

Stu Jackson was looking at the documents in his hand, smacking his lips.

He was the one who temporarily took over as head coach last year; after all, anyone can tank.

Besides, he's also the general manager.

The Grizzlies were originally scouting Antonio Daniels.

but now……

He got inside information through some friends in the league that the big man from the East had good potential and many people were optimistic about him.

What? You're saying the news outside is all questioning him?

Professional scouts and commentators outside the field don't think much of him.

ESPN and TNT programs are saying he's no good?

It's enough to fool the fans.

We're all general managers, so we know exactly what we're thinking.

When everyone was optimistic about a player, there were general managers like Duncan and O'Neal, but when everyone was pessimistic...

Hey.

Then I'll get involved too.

Interfering in such matters.

It's never too late to do it.

Anyway, the Grizzlies aren't a particularly strong team. If they can't draft Duncan, they'll trade for him.

It's okay if the water gets muddy.

Detroit.

"Hmm, this young man was recommended by Lambiel, so he's worth a look. If no one else wants him, he's a good choice."

Anyway, we can't draft Duncan, and there aren't many strong inside players this year.

If Duncan and McGrady don't get it.

Then choose him.

Having a strong blue-collar worker is important; they can handle dirty and tiring jobs.

Those who could be chosen by Bill Lambiel must be quite outstanding in this regard.

Chicago.

The Bulls were the strongest team of the 90s, and they were even one of the icons of 90s basketball.

But Krause always wanted to achieve something, to prove that he could run the team well even without Jordan.

By 97, it had almost become an obsession.

Actually, Jordan was initially reluctant to choose the person he recommended, but upon seeing this height, he couldn't resist the temptation...

Klaus is short in the literal sense, I don't know if it's because he's too short... He's always been superstitious about his height.

What attracted them back then was Kukoc's height.

A guard who could reach 6 feet 11 inches with shoes on was practically unbeatable in that era.

If Kukoc could join this big man, the road to rebuilding might be easier.

After all, he's so tall, he should at least be able to grab rebounds, and even Laimbeer said he has high hopes for him, so he must be dirty and ruthless.

Lambiel's judgment was spot on.

But I didn't take your advice, Michael Jordan's advice.

This is the result of my careful consideration.

After you leave, I will definitely build a perfect Bulls dynasty!

Philadelphia.

"Let me ask you a question, Allen. You're looking for a shooter, like Keith Van Horn, but he might not come. I'm sure you've heard those rumors."

Iverson looked at the bespectacled old man in front of him and nodded sullenly. Actually, he didn't initially not want a shooter.

But what he actually wanted Van Horn to do was become like Horry.

That would be perfect, Bird? That would be way too much.

After all, there's only one basketball.

Bird Jr. also wants to have the ball, and I also want to be the ball-dominant playmaker. If I give you the ball, how am I supposed to play? How am I supposed to pad my stats? How am I supposed to level up by taking more and more missed shots?

So Iverson was initially welcomed.

I know he wants to handle the ball like Bird.

In an instant... he lowered his head.

Boys' preferences are so unpredictable.

At this point in time, the 76ers did not actually have a general manager; their original general manager, Greenberg, was fired before the draft.

Larry Brown is currently both the head coach and the general manager.

However, he was acting as the acting chairman of basketball operations.

After the draft, Billy King will officially become the general manager, so for now, he has all the power in his hands.

"I'd welcome him if he comes, but I don't care if he doesn't." But Larry Brown immediately understood the real meaning in his words. After all, Iverson was just a greenhorn; how could he possibly outmaneuver the old fox, Larry Brown?

He just wanted Iverson to make a statement so he could legitimately shift the responsibility. Everyone's shrewd; nobody wants to take all the blame.

Being Captain America isn't easy.

People from our motherland are more comfortable.

"If they draft him and then trade him to another team, the most likely acquisitions would be the Nets' center and their heavyweight guard Jim Jackson."

Or perhaps...

Larry Brown's eyes lit up.

"We can take a gamble and pick an inside player that even Bill Laimbeer admires. He should be a perfect replacement for the league's leading shot blocker, Bradley, and might even be tougher and dirtier. After all, Bradley doesn't get Laimbeer's praise."

That's what Bradley called "soft noodles" in Lambiel's mouth.

Don't even mention giving me a friendly face.

They won't even give you a decent backside.

"Does Laimbeer appreciate big men?" Actually, Iverson really wanted a tall big man, mainly because the Philadelphia 76ers didn't have a true big man.

Either the forwards are used as center, or the short inside players, some less than two meters tall, are used as power forwards.

But none of these players are true big men in the real sense, otherwise why would they trade away Bird Jr., who came to join them, in order to bring in Montrose?

This guy is tall and heavy, weighing 270-280 pounds and standing at 2.13 meters tall...

Then he lost all his abilities.

The 76ers don't have a center like that.

I guess I've just been single for too long...

Everyone he sees is handsome and refined.

The Philadelphia 76ers are really craving it.

Moreover, the market for tall people is currently booming.

This guy, who averaged 4+4 in his career, was the 9th overall pick in the first round of the NBA draft and managed to stay in the league for 8 years.

This shows how much people crave tall people these days.

Even though so many people mocked the 76ers for drafting Bradley back then, that's all hindsight. If you put him in the same draft again, he would still be in the same position.

Especially now that the league is full of powerful big men, there's O'Neal, Olajuwon, Ewing, David Robinson, Mourning... and a bunch of other strong big men.

In this situation, every team is frantically stockpiling big men.

You can't even call yourself an NBA team if you don't have a tall player.

"So, Allen."

"I support you, but you also need to maintain good relationships within the team. If that big guy favors Jerry, things might get complicated. After all, whether the big guy will give you a rebound depends entirely on your relationship with him."

"And cultivating good relationships with your blue-collar workers is a must for any scorer in the league. If you really want to be a super scorer, you can't fail at this, can you?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Brown. As long as you support me in establishing myself as the core, I will definitely do my best to help this blue-collar young man from the East."

Iverson, his voice booming, patted his chest:

"I'll strive to make him my African mountain, no, my Asian mountain!"

"Okay, then you'll represent the team in the draw this time."

"It would be best if we could draw the top scholar, but if we can't, we'll settle for second best."

"Okay, sir!" Iverson said excitedly, his small hands, ready to strike countless times.

"I'll definitely train them to become rebounding masters by having them by my side!"

That's for sure, isn't it?

The matter of Lambiel praising himself has gained traction.

Yao Ming feels...

It seems like suddenly the entire league is treating itself like a villain like Laimbeer.

Add to that stories about training camps producing eggs and helping people sleep, and the stories become increasingly fantastical.

It seems like it really happened all at once.

He became the new king of villains.

Lambiel, you've really ruined me!

My clear goal is to master all eighteen martial arts skills in the future, okay?

However, looking back many years later...

He probably realized it himself.

Lambiel...

Ok.

They do have some good judgment.

P.S.: It doesn't really matter where he goes, because this book won't let him play for any one team for his entire career. Yao Ming was also ruined by loyalty in his previous life, and this book won't let him stay in one place forever. (Besides, I've already written about one man, one city, so let's change things up this time ᕙ(⇀‸↼‵‵)ᕗ)

We must drive every road to its death.

This leaves No. 23 with nowhere to go.

Believe it or not, I actually had several team scenarios in mind. At the time, I was...

I drew the grids for these teams.

Just toss a coin; it'll land wherever it lands.

There's always a way to have fun, no matter where you are.

Our book isn't about deep suffering and hatred.

The main focus is still on relaxation and enjoyment.

Since I'm too lazy to think about it, I might as well let fate decide. Yes, that's how decisive and resolute I am, with the key principle being to avoid internal conflict!