The rest is just noise

"Do you know how many calls I've gotten about complaints?!!"

Auerbach's loud voice almost deafened Louis.

Louis picked his ears, "What are you complaining about? Why don't you call it a timeout?"

"Damn, will it kill you if you call more timeouts? Do you know that commercials need to be inserted during live broadcasts? Do you know that they always insert commercials during timeouts? Do you know that commercials are played during games?

Is the advertising fee related to the quantity? Who will watch advertisements except during game time?"

Auerbach looked like a capitalist's bastard, and Louis could only spread his hands: "So, is it the alliance that exerts pressure?"

"Who can have trouble with money?"

"Money is a bastard!"

Unless they are willing to share the advertising money with Louis, Louis is less concerned about the league's loss of advertising money because they did not call a timeout than the smoothness of the game.

When Louis said that Money was a bastard, Auerbach was so angry that he trembled.

He remembered how ugly Louis had been in order to get more money, and now he was talking such nonsense.

"Are you going to make me mad before you stop?" Auerbach stopped smoking his cigar. "Do you know how much my blood pressure has risen these past few days because of you? I feel so fucking dizzy right now!"

"I'll call 911 for you."

As a result, Louis really wanted to call 911, but Auerbach was just acting.

Louis realized that he had used his talent in the wrong place. Instead of playing tricks with other general managers in the office, he should try his hand in the entertainment industry.

If you have good acting skills and are appreciated by the media, you can legally have skin-to-skin contact with Elizabeth Olsen if you take on a movie like "Oldboy"

"You are getting older. Don't get angry easily. Besides, I think you should think about the future." Louis avoided the topic.

Anyway, Auerbach didn't scold him once or twice.

Miraculously, Auerbach scolded and reminded, and never forcibly interfered with Louis' work.

What's even more amazing is that although Louis is criticized by everyone in the coaching circle, he has a high reputation among higher-level management.

Because he is young enough and has sharp scouting skills, the players he has taken a fancy to since his debut were mostly quasi-All-Stars like John Long and Sleep Floyd who averaged less than 20 points per game.

If a professional sports manager who debuts at the age of 40 can work in this industry for 30 years.

Well, Louis is 24 years old, has played an important role in the Celtics' rebuilding effort, and is leading a monster 73-win team into the playoffs.

Question: How many years will his career last?

Assuming that he debuted in 1950 (18 years old), then until 2000, he was "only" 68 years old.

Hot knowledge: Auerbach was born in 1917 and is 67 years old this year.

This is the value of being young, especially in professions like management and coaching, which do not depend on age, but only on ability and brain capacity.

If you have real talent and knowledge and are smart enough, you can stay in this industry for a long time.

Louis' future is widely optimistic.

So Auerbach is also very worried that he will not be able to retain this good talent in the future.

Hearing that Louis took the initiative to care about him, Auerbach followed his words and said: "Do you know that my general manager contract expires this year?"

"Mr. Gaston's contract extension should have been sent to you a long time ago, right?" Louis didn't believe they would not renew Auerbach's contract or let him retire.

Moreover, he had the impression that Auerbach gradually faded away from the scene in the 1990s.

Auerbach smiled mysteriously and said: "Yes, but I refused. You are right. I am getting old and it is time to think of a way out."

No way? Louis couldn't help but ask: "Are you going to retire?"

This question made Auerbach see Louis' ambition.

If it were Jan Walker, his first reaction should be to ask him to stay, carefully explaining how much this team needs him and how inseparable it is from him.

Louis' first reaction was surprise, then confirmation.

He wanted to know if he was really going to abdicate.

"It can't be called retirement. I will continue to serve as the chairman of the team, but the general manager's job will be handed over to Jane." Auerbach smiled flatly, "He is a little older than you, but not as big as me.

You should be able to work together happily."

Louis smiled and said nothing.

Not being the general manager, but continuing to be the team president?

This is just like when he gave up the position of head coach to Russell in 1966 and concentrated on being the general manager.

Moving from the front to behind the scenes, Russell's excellent leadership and Auerbach's planning behind the scenes mean that he does not have the same worries as other coaches in the league. Therefore, he can be both the head coach and the core player.

, led the team to win two more championships, and then the Celtics entered the 1970s. The nightmare of Heinsohn and others came, just like the mission of Kobe James and his generation was to exorcise the ghost of Chicago above their heads.

The Inthorns have never been able to downplay Auerbach's influence in Boston.

Now, Auerbach has taken a step back and handed over the general manager to Volcker, while he becomes the chairman of the next level.

I would like to ask, will the Celtics management perform an operation without Auerbach's presence?

The answer can be known without asking.

Auerbach has certainly given up some of his power, but the most important decision-making power, the hammer that sets the tone, is still firmly in his hands.

One day in the future, when Louis or Volcker want to make a big deal, if he doesn't agree, it won't be implemented.

Therefore, the Celtics are still Auerbach's team.

"Lu, what are you thinking about?" Auerbach asked.

"I was wondering if I should call a timeout tonight." Louis laughed.

Auerbach said solemnly: "Will calling a timeout cost you your life?"

"Although this affects advertising revenue, smooth games increase ratings. I believe that when the league signed the contract with CBS, there should be relevant clauses. For example, when our ratings for a game reach a certain value, we should

There are corresponding rewards.”

"What if not?"

"If not," Louis scoffed mercilessly, "it can only be blamed on Larry O'Brien's retardation, David Stern's incompetence, and all the bosses and negotiation consultants being idiots."

Auerbach smiled and shook his head: "What a mouth!"

Why didn't he realize that Louis' mouth was so smelly back then? Besides, it makes sense that he smelled so bad.

Who turned him into this?

You can't think about this issue in detail. If you think about it in detail, it will be very scary.

Because there is only one answer, Louis is now successful and confident, and no longer needs to hide his true nature.

K.C. Jones said that Louis had different faces for different people, and Auerbach had seen two faces of Louis. He was not sure which one was the real face of Louis.

Maybe not, he is a hypocritical person, and he is also a person who can't figure out what he really is.

Only such people can meet thousands of people and have thousands of faces.

Regarding the game, Auerbach didn't want to talk to him anymore. He also wanted to understand. It no longer mattered whether Louis called a timeout or not. If he didn't call a timeout, whether playing a weak team would damage the opponent's coach's face, let alone what the league had to pay for it.

economic losses.

"Lu, you have done a great job."

Auerbach suddenly dropped the subject, as if he were negotiating seriously.

"Oh" he pretended to be stupid.

"Seventy-two wins is unprecedented, and it probably won't be possible in another 10 years." Auerbach held a cigar in his hand, which was his gesture when making decisions.

His dark and deep eye bags are surrounded by a pair of sharp eyes that can see countless people: "Even if you don't win the championship this year, I will give you a contract according to the highest standards in the market."

Louis' eyes instantly moistened: "Thank you, Reed."

"I can say that I have watched you grow up and I know your abilities." Auerbach believes this is the best time. "Your future is limitless."

Louis seemed very emotional.

"Then I'm going to supervise the training of those bastards." Louis looked at a loss and found an excuse to escape.

He met Volker outside the office.

Seeing Louis's red eyes, Walker thought he had been scolded by Auerbach and cried.

"Lu, Reid is not in a good mood lately."

"Congratulations, Mr. Jane." Louis had tears in his eyes, "You can finally show off your ambitions."

After saying that, he continued to move forward.

When his eyes strayed from Walker's, and when there was no second person in front of him, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, which were tears without any emotion.

He looked moved just a second ago, but now he has returned to normal.

As soon as he arrived at the stadium, he saw Laimbeer sitting there drinking beer.

Louis picked up a ball and threw it at him: "You bastard! There is a game to be played tonight, what the hell are you doing?"

"Coach, don't I reserve my strength so that I can do my best to fight those bastards in Washington?" Laimbeer's ability to open his mouth and make excuses is the best among the people Louis has ever seen.

"Okay! You'd better score more than 25 points tonight. If you don't get it, I'll drug your dinner and throw you into a gay club!"

"No, coach!"

Ranbir wailed.

It's hard to say which one is the real Louis. The arrogant and conceited Little in front of the media? The arrogant bastard who doesn't understand etiquette in the eyes of his opponents? The team members have no quality in their eyes, and he speaks foul language more frequently than Chamberlain.

The coach? Or the unruly young man in front of Auerbach?

Or what about this person?

Tomjanovich, as was customary, brought Louis a bottle of Coke.

Louis took it and smiled: "Thank you, Rudy, this thing always effectively relieves my anger."

Tomjanovich is a reliable colleague in the eyes of everyone. He respects everyone on the coaching staff, seriously considers their opinions, and does not give them too much work. He just lets everyone do what they are good at and perform their duties.

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Louis took a Coke and returned to his office to listen to the message.

There was only one message, from his girlfriend Lorraine.

"I'm going to the Garden to watch the game tonight. You will definitely see me in that familiar position. God can't stop me!"

Louis smiled and replied to her: "I have asked the garden security guards to remember your season ticket number, and they all recognize you, and they will not let you in. Marlena, at least tonight, I am greater than God

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