The Rest, Only Noise

Chapter 301 Extreme pressure, extreme price hike

"Reed hates sending out a first-round pick in his life. I'm afraid he won't agree to it?"

Tomjanovich, like Louie, is from Boston and knows Auerbach's likes and dislikes.

"The current situation does not allow them not to agree." Louie smiled gloatingly. "Last year he didn't agree with me to do a deal with Phoenix. This year, he has to beg to do a deal with me. It really is a karmic cycle of retribution."

Jackson heard the clouds and mountains fog around: "What karma?"

Tomjanovich told Jackson about the deal that Louis negotiated last year but was unilaterally rejected by Auerbach.

Louie decided to leave the Celtics for a number of reasons.

If one were to ask when he made up his mind, it was the moment when Auerbach rejected him.

Conservative and cautious are not bad, it depends on the time.

Louie, who was the head coach of the Celtics at the time, knew that Maxwell would break out sooner or later, and it would be worth it to take out the stinger.

Besides, Larry Nance deserves it.

If that deal goes through, the Celtics' top six would be Thomas, Long, Bird (SF/PF), Nance (SF/PF/C), Sampson (C/PF), Laimbeer .

There are three swinging flanks among the six strongest players. This is the diversity of the lineup in the small-ball era. It is a game that can really play in any era. It can deal with all opponents. No matter how the opponent makes a move, there is a countermeasure. , and there is no dead-end lineup.

The only problem is convincing Ranbir to play the sixth man.

Based on the relationship between Louis and Laimbeer, he believes that the success rate of this matter is much higher than that of Maxwell, who can see through the world and play the sixth man obediently.

To put it bluntly, the price Auerbach paid to keep those two mostly useless first-round picks was to let a team that could have won back-to-back titles from 1984 to 1990 be beaten by factors other than injuries. possible.

Several of them were talking when another phone call came.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"Lu, I'm Stu Inman."

Louis took the phone and asked casually, "Mr. Inman, do you have anything to do with me?"

"Yes, I wish to negotiate a deal with you."

"You should call our general manager if you're talking about a deal?"

"Lu, don't pretend to be confused, you know why I'm looking for you."

Louie behaved extremely simply, like a kind person who did not delay the other party: "I know why you are looking for me, you want Pat Cummings, right?"

"Um"

"It's a pity that I came a step late, and I negotiated with Boston."

"Boston?" Inman demanded. "What chips did they offer?"

Louie smiled and said, "Mr. Inman, you should know the rules. I can't tell you the details of the transaction. All I can say is that it's hard to refuse."

"Lu, I have no doubts about your professionalism, but Boston is the place where you used to work, and you will favor them in your heart, but it is probably inappropriate to make a decision without even listening to our offer. "

Louis deliberately remained silent for a few seconds, as if reflecting.

"I'm not sure you guys can afford two or more picks."

Louie's words shocked Inman and asked, "First-round pick?"

"Of course it's the first-round pick, isn't the second-round pick used to send beggars?" Louie had long forgotten that Motta had done him with a future All-Star + a second-round pick.

The Celtics' trade intent is the most obvious, and they want to get rid of Maxwell.

The Knicks can just provide a player of the same type as Maxwell, so even if the Celtics can produce a good player, they have to pay more if they want to make a deal.

Inman didn't expect the Celtics to hit so hard.

He couldn't figure out for a while whether Louie was "fishing" or whether he actually received an offer from the Celtics.

After Inman, another call came from Chuck Daly of Detroit.

"Shouldn't I be the last one to ask the price?"

Daly didn't talk to Louie about those useless nonsense, he just came up with the theme.

"You are indeed the last one." Louis waited for the prey he really wanted.

He has no intention of helping the Celtics out of trouble unless they send two first-rounders.

Louie also doesn't want to trade with the Blazers, who don't have a few players on the roster that Louie is interested in.

Although Louie wants draft picks, he also wants some young players who don't seem to be of great use, but are actually under the influence of the team.

These people are scrap iron in their hands, and they may turn into gold when they come to the Knicks.

If they are talented, maybe Louis can use it himself. If they don't use it well, they will sell it when they are worth it.

Neither the Celtics nor the Blazers have such a player.

The Pistons are the only team that desperately needs Cummings, has the young player he wants, and thinks he's all about the draft.

"I wonder, how do you want to trade Pat Cummings?" Daly asked bluntly.

"Why don't I do this, I'll tell you the offers of the other two teams?"

"Is this appropriate?"

"Of course, not to tell you completely, I only tell you a few necessary information."

Louie said straightly: "In addition to the players, Boston also comes with a first round and a second round; Portland is only willing to give a first round, so they were kicked out by me in advance."

"Chuck, if you send more chips than Boston, we'll make the deal."

"Sorry, I still have a call to answer."

After that, Louis hung up.

"My **** Christ, you don't have a word of truth!" Tomjanovich looked at Louis the more wrong.

Louie said without shame: "You wouldn't say that if you've seen Vanity Fair."

"How about seeing it?"

"You'll know that 'sooner or later people who speak the truth will go to hell'."

While they were chatting, a second call from the Celtics came.

"Lu, Cedric adds another first-round pick, what do you think?"

"It's too late, Mr. Jane, someone's bid is higher than you." Louie said bluntly: "Please tell Reed that his only chance is to raise the chips to two first rounds before I get the next call. "

Volker was silent for ten seconds, and Louis knew that he was discussing with Auerbach.

Suddenly, another voice appeared.

Husky, powerful, with a touch of temper, Louis had heard it countless times.

"Listen, kid, don't even think about two first rounds, at most one first round plus one second round!" Auerbach was sure no one had bid higher than him, "If you don't agree, we'll pull it down and hold Your Pat Cummings is getting moldy!"

Louie laughed, took a gulp of Coke, and burped before replying: "Reed, even if I can't shoot Cummings this year, I can next year, but I can keep him for my use, you know he is The kind of players who can play. But what about you guys? I don't know what's going to happen if Cedric's stinky mouth continues to gossip in the garden locker room."

"Reed, I'm not in a hurry at all. If your bids don't satisfy me, then I can only wish you luck."

"Wait!"

On the other end of the call, Auerbach, who was under extreme pressure, didn't get the results he wanted.

He regained his composure and said bluntly, "You won, Lu."

"Don't dare, how could I have beaten you, Reed?"

"You're too modest, I'm eager to break your neck now, you'd better not appear in front of me in the next few years!" Auerbach said with a little anger, "One price, one first round, two second rounds, Have a nice word!"

Louis couldn't help laughing.

He really can't control himself.

"What are you talking about this old man? Just listen to what I said last year!" Louie forgot to put down the phone, and all his complaints about Tomjanovich and Jackson were passed on.

"Don't gossip in front of me, you bastard!"

When Louis heard Auerbach's thunderous roar, he felt a little guilty.

"Souri, the old man I'm talking about isn't you, it's my assistant coach Phil Jackson. Do you know him? He is."

"Don't give a damn! Do you agree or not?"

"Reed, I am very satisfied with your offer, but you should also know that the higher bidder gets it. I admit that your offer is the highest so far, but I have to give a few other companies a chance." Louie paused. , "Please wait for my call."

"One hour! If I don't get your call within an hour, I'll throw Cedric Shark into the Charles River, and it won't be your turn!"

He said it so Louie wanted to see if Maxwell would be killed in an hour.

Louie hung up the phone, clutching the Coke bottle in his hand, thinking hard.

Auerbach did give the theoretically optimal offer. Cummings changed Maxwell + three draft picks, which was too special.

Louie is more and more excited to watch Auerbach do it for himself~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Road, do you really want to make a deal with Boston? "Even Tomjanovich finds the Celtics offer too hard to refuse.

"No," Louie laughed, "I changed my mind."

Tomjanovich saw Louie's eyebrows "out of control" after a long time, and the more excited he laughed, the more dissolutely the eyebrows "danced".

Daly's second call came.

"Chuck, let me tell you the latest offer first." Louie looked like he was about to end the back-and-forth bargaining war. "Boston upped the ante to one first-round and two second-round chips."

Hearing Louis's words, on the other end of the phone, Daly was like a balloon that was inflating.

"If what you say is true, we can't offer a higher price."

"Yes, I know you can't afford it." Louis paused, then continued, "So I thought of a best of both worlds solution, I wonder if you'd be interested in listening to it?"