The rest is just noise

"You're too messy, Lu!"

"Actually, there are times when I can be even more messy."

Louis could see that Sanders did not mean to blame him, but was worried that the bad relationship between him and Kirilia would affect his future work.

If Louis was Kirilla's secondary scout, not only would he not have taunted him, but he would have echoed his words.

But he's not.

Nothing tests one's vision more than the scouting profession. Only scouts who successfully discover good players will have room for advancement.

Therefore, Louis had no worries about offending Kyrilia.

"No wonder K.C said you are a slippery man!" Sanders said helplessly.

Louis didn't expect that K.C had a good habit of speaking ill of people behind their backs.

It doesn't look like such a loyal person.

It would be best to talk about this with the bishop. Maybe the bishop likes his "personality"?

"By the way, Sage, do you know anyone in Philadelphia?" Louis asked.

The opponent's intelligence can also provide reference.

"I know their head coach, Billy Cunningham." Sanders was always straight to the point.

Louis asked curiously: "As far as I know, Maurice Cheeks's scouting report came from Philadelphia. Who got it?"

"K.C, he knows Jack McMahon. Jack likes to sell off the scouting information he has, but he is also very smart and never exposes the good stuff." Sanders spoke highly of McMahon.

Louis suddenly found things interesting.

"Do you think Morris will refuse our trial training?" Louis suddenly thought of a possibility.

"It's hard to say. If this scouting report was provided by Jack, it means that he has no first-round or even second-round draft prospects. Such a player should not miss any opportunity to promote himself." Sanders smiled bitterly.

Said, "But after Bill 'pierced the window paper' and after that idiot was filmed beating a black man with a flag pole, Boston has become notorious for black players."

In order to work better in Boston, Louis spent an hour before going to bed these days to learn about the history of the Celtics. He knew what Sanders was talking about. In 1969, Russell announced his retirement without notifying the team, leaving Orr

Bach was very embarrassed; in 1972, he declared on the show that he would rather live in a prison in Sacramento than be the mayor of Boston. In March of that year, he requested that the jersey retirement ceremony be set before the game, and no fans were allowed to enter the garden.

Considered an insult by fans.

In November of the same year, he expressed his feelings in an interview with the Boston Globe: "The years I played in Boston were very painful. I didn't like staying here. There was racial discrimination, prejudice, and segregation everywhere. I can't live forever.

Staying on the court, living in a vacuum, there are only 48 minutes in a day."

Bostonians refused to admit it, but Russell's reputation among players was enough to close the door on the Celtics' signings.

It can be said that the Celtics gained nothing from the merger in 1976. Finance is one aspect, and no one wants to play here is another aspect.

If there were other options, Boston would not be among Louis' choices.

But he believes that players like Maurice Cheeks, who has no draft market, are not so "arrogant".

People always have to eat in time.

If he refuses the Celtics' trial training, it can only mean that his future is already guaranteed.

To this end, Louis contacted K.C. Jones and inquired in detail about the origin of the scouting report.

He learned that McMahon had sold him more than two dozen scouting reports.

"Every offseason is his peak season for making money!" K.C was indignant because none of the scouting reports provided by McMahon was half as detailed as the report provided by Louis.

After all, he is an old scout, so even if he uses it to defraud money, he should do it professionally.

"Do you have his contact information?" Louis asked.

"You want to contact him?"

"Well, there are some things that I need to confirm with him."

"Then you have to be careful!" K.C warned, "You can only believe half of his words at best."

Can you only believe half of it? K.C is really kind. You can’t believe even a single punctuation of what this kind of person says.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

"By the way, there's one more thing..."

"Is the long-distance call team reimbursed?"

"Count it on me!"

Louis was overjoyed: "I really want to give you a fucking kiss, K.C!"

"You better not fucking talk about it in front of me!"

"Yes, bye, I wish you a happy day!"

Since home computers didn't exist yet, there was no such thing as email.

If people in distant places want to contact them, they can only write letters or make long-distance calls. Long-distance calls are very expensive, so most people only write letters, and most parents always look at the naughty children who approach the phone because they are worried.

The child accidentally made a long-distance call and landed himself a large phone bill.

The NBA, which values ​​work efficiency, cannot write letters.

Although Louis believed in K.C's character, in order to put the matter of "the phone bill on him" into effect, he walked into K.C's office and used his phone to call Jack McMahon.

The phone was filled with static. For Louis, a man from the future, this was a completely new experience.

"Hello, who are you?" His voice was very rough, and he didn't sound like a profiteer.

Sure enough, all idiots who use sound to attract people will eventually fall into Qiao Biluo's trap?

"Hello, Jack, my name is Louis. I am a scout under K.C. Jones. He asked me to confirm something with you." Louis asked politely, "I wonder if it is convenient for you now?"

"Ask, K.C and I are old friends." McMahon hadn't yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

Louis held a pen in one hand, ready to record McMahon's changes in tone.

"Yeah, K.C often praises you in front of me. He says you are the best scout in the world. The scouting reports you have are unparalleled. You are simply the conscience of the industry. He regards you as his idol and goal. He

He said that if he could have 1/5 of your observation skills in the future, he would die without regrets." In fact, K.C never said a word, and his only comment on McMahon was "You can only believe half of his words at most."

McMahon was very happy to hear this rainbow fart that was 490 kilometers away.

"K.C is exaggerating. I'm not that good at all..." McMahon asked with a smile, "What do you want to confirm?"

"Is such that..."

Louis opened his mouth and said: "K.C found a good candidate in the scouting report you gave us, but the college season is over and we can't find his game video, so we can only find the best player in the world."

Let’s get to know him better.”

"Haha! No problem!" With this mouth that was sweeter than honey, McMahon decided that as long as it didn't involve the reinforcement of the 76ers, he could provide some professional advice. "Who do you want to know?"

"Maurice Cheeks of West Texas State University..." A cough came from the phone. McMahon was probably smoking and choked by the sudden bomb. "Do you know him?

"

"I know him so well!" McMahon never expected that K.C Jones would select Cheeks in so many low-quality scouting reports. Isn't this too unlucky?

"Listen to me, this guy is not worth drafting. He plays on a mediocre team, doesn't have good statistics, is always hesitant on the court, and can't see his teammates."

"But his assist numbers are very high."

"I watched his game with my own eyes... I think their home statisticians may have falsified or miscalculated the data." McMahon was simply more conscientious than the Celtics' scouts, and he said everything he could.

"Moreover, he participated in our trial training a few days ago and performed extremely poorly. What's even worse is that he never knew what his problem was. His attitude was arrogant and he even asked us for a first-round draft commitment!"

Louis understood. This was the telegram between the scouts.

McMahon's words show that Cheeks' team has affected his development. Because he performed too much for the team, his statistics are inconspicuous. He participated in the 76ers' trial a few days ago and must have won a lot of praise and received a second-round draft pick.

ensure.

He must have a very good professional attitude...

McMahon is really a "professional"!

"But..." Louis wanted to torture the other person a little more, "K.C really likes him, I feel like he is about to lose his mind."

"Then you'd better stop him, unless you want to select a useless player." McMahon was worried that Louis would see through his intentions, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I am telling you this because I regard K.C as a friend.

, this is a secret, and it is also my last advice-Morris has a serious injury risk to his left foot. He tried to hide it during the trial, but he did not expect that Philadelphia was the first city to embrace MRI technology.

one!"

"Okay, this information is really important. Thank you very much, Jack."

Louis really wants to thank McMahon, whose final advice solved another question: Cheeks' left foot was injured in the past, but it is now recovering well.

Look at the information he obtained from this phone call. It fills a page of information.

Think about how he sacrificed his appearance to hang out with women for John Long's information? Isn't this much easier than selling his body?

Louis turned his pen and thought carefully about whether he had made any omissions.

When his sight reached the normal horizon, he suddenly saw an old man standing at the door of the office with his hairline extending past his head and a head full of white hair.

Louis couldn't help but feel fear. Of course he knew who this majestic old man was.

"Boy, I heard it all!" Reed Auerbach had an evil smile on his face, "What are you doing?"