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Thibodeau carefully arranged tactics and wanted to prove that he was better at coaching than Yang Rui. This had nothing to do with character, but he didn't want to lose.

The opponent is only 23 years old. If he loses, it will really be... Thibodeau thought for a minute, but couldn't figure out what English to use to describe the feeling of losing. In Chinese, it can be described as "the dog is here".

After the game started, Thibodeau found sadly that the two sides were not on the same level at all, and the situation was one-sided.

Yang Rui led the red team to attack the white team, and the white team to defend was at a loss, and Thibodeau watched from the sidelines wanting to cry without tears.

The worst performer was White center Andy Luke. He played in the minor leagues in the United States. He is 214cm tall and weighs 110kg.

As a result, Luke was resisted outside the penalty area by Ben Wallace, who was in his early two meters. He couldn't hit the basket at all. He turned and shot far from the basket and missed continuously.

In the outside attack, the White team guards can't pass easily. After the pick-and-roll, Moore switches defenses very quickly, which is not like an inside line at all. It was hard to pass once, and it might be blocked by Wallace who made up the defense.

No one kept score, but Thibodeau knew that the red team led by more than 20 points in one more quarter. The offensive end was very layered, and Daben grabbed several offensive rebounds.

Knowing how to save face for his own people, Yang Rui offered to make substitutions, using players whose names he didn't know. The seven people selected by Thibodeau are not useless.

The white player Brad Jones has a good shooting touch, and his three-point ability is better than Atkins. Unfortunately, his physical fitness is too poor. He is 193cm tall and has a smooth floor. He suffers from No. 2 speed and confrontation. Without covering tactics, it is difficult for him to get rid of the defense by running.

In addition, there are three black players with outstanding physical fitness. Their running and jumping ability is strong, their shooting is not stable enough, and their golf quotient is obviously low.

This kind of person is very imposing on the street court, but it is difficult to play in the NBA. You know, Alstom, who is known as the "streetball king" in New York, was selected in the second round of the NBA.

Of course, the summer league can't play tacit tactics, and they are useful.

Thibodeau thinks the promising center Luke, but Yang Rui doesn't like it at all. He knows that this kind of standing center who has no speed and can't shoot will soon be eliminated by the times. On the defensive end, you can leave him on the outside, and on the offensive end, if he can't defend, and encounter a guard who has shooting ability and is good at breaking through, he can easily score 30+.

After the first training, Yang Rui confirmed the starting lineup, and it was the "Summer Five Lucky Stars" he chose.

After the confrontation, Thibodeau was completely convinced, and realized that compared with Yang Rui's vision of selecting candidates, Yang Rui was a scumbag. Even if Yang Rui became a scout instead of a coach, he might be able to do well.

When leaving the arena, Yang Rui asked: "Big Tom, what do you think? Are you confident in our preseason victory?"

Thibodeau smiled awkwardly: "If you cooperate well, maybe it will work...Will you reuse Brad? His three-pointers are very accurate."

"Of course, he can play a big role in the summer league, but you also know the defensive strength of the NBA. He should not be able to stay in the Knicks."

"Hey." Thibodeau sighed, not for Brad, but for himself. He chose seven people, but none of them seemed reliable.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that in this summer league, other teams didn't have any reliable players, and the most promising players were already on their teams.

It is the benefit of the time traveler to choose people without looking at them.

In the evening, Yang Rui and Thomas left the hotel for dinner. Thibodeau was stimulated and refused to go with him, staying in his room to heal his injuries. He began to doubt his life, suspecting that he had no talent to be a coach at all, otherwise how could he be explained that he was crushed by a 23-year-old team?

The two randomly found a steak restaurant,

Eating is secondary, and chatting is the purpose. The two haven't seen each other for more than three months.

After ordering, Thomas began to ask questions. Ten minutes later, he completely believed that Yang Rui was a good buddy who grew up together, because all the questions he asked were private, and no one else could answer them.

"You've changed! You've changed so much! I can't believe it." Thomas smiled. He had been worrying about Jerry's future, and now he had a big worry.

"I think it's the coaching certificate that gave me confidence. I began to believe that I'm a genius and not a waste." Yang Rui answered vaguely. He knew that the contrast was huge, but he didn't want to be asked to act like Jerry before. I can't do it either. If I have that ability, I might as well go to Hollywood.

"How much is your annual salary as a teaching assistant?"

"150,000 before tax." Yang Rui replied flatly.

"Are you too calm? As an analyst on Wall Street, unless you are very powerful, your annual salary will not be 150,000. Your current annual salary is equivalent to five New York police officers." Thomas laughed: "I am so proud of you .”

"I believe you will make a lot of money in the future. If you study finance, you will definitely be able to trade stocks, right? Is analyst that kind of job?"

"Yeah. You want to invest?" Thomas asked.

"Well, invest if you have money. I usually don't spend much money. When you return to New York, except for accommodation and meals, you can use the rest of the money to speculate in stocks."

"Aren't you afraid that I will lose?" Thomas said with a smile, his expression was not like he would lose, this is his field of expertise.

Yang Rui teased: "You are a high-achieving student in Columbia. Since I met you, you have almost perfect marks in all exams. I have always wondered how your brain grows. Will you pay?"

Thomas was ambitious. "Then leave it to me, and I promise you won't lose money."

In fact, Yang Rui did not fully trust Thomas, but understood the economic situation in the United States. In his previous life, stocks had risen very well in the past few years. Even the Asian financial crisis in 1998 did not affect the American economy.

It was not until the Internet bubble burst in 2000 that the U.S. stock market took a big turn. Later, the 9/11 incident made Americans panic for a long time. They were afraid of terrorist attacks in everything they did, and the stock market fell into a slump in those years.

If he used the 911 incident to buy stock index futures and sell short, Yang Rui could also make a lot of money, as long as he was not afraid of being investigated by the FBI.

He doesn't think that the effect caused by his little butterfly will affect the US economy, so many things will definitely happen. He is not worried about Thomas losing money in stocks at all, he will only speculate more and more.

"When I have a certain amount of capital, I will start an investment company. As long as you give me the money, I promise to double it every year." Thomas skillfully cut the steak, yearning to become the wolf of Wall Street.

"Just doubled? Are you too ambitious? I have a hunch that in the future we will be very rich, like the top 100 in the world." Yang Rui laughed.

"Dream? Even if you are the most powerful coach in the NBA, how much money can you make? Even if the number one star Jordan is not ranked on the Forbes list."

"Let's see."

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