In any case, breaking rebounds is a big deal for the basketball industry. Even in the eyes of basketball fans in the United States who have been slam dunked up and have gained a taste of a slam dunk, this is a blessing that has not been seen in a decade, not to mention in a Chinese market where the basketball career is not developed and violent centers are extremely scarce.

After the game, I was completely surrounded by Chinese fans and reporters. After I patiently answered their countless questions and took countless photos with them, I left the court under the escort of security personnel arranged by the Chinese Basketball Association, went to the locker room to take a shower and change clothes, and then rushed to the press conference.

At the press conference, the reporters asked a few questions about my rebounds in the game just now, but they quickly shifted the center of the topic to Yao Ming. As the little giant carrying the hope of Chinese basketball taking off, of course, he did not allow him to become the protagonist of the press conference. Although he was still far away in Washington, he did not appear at the press conference.

I originally thought that some Chinese media would ask questions about who is stronger between me and Yao Ming with great self-esteem, and I was also prepared to praise Yao Ming very much. However, after seeing me smashing the rebounds violently, Chinese journalists deleted this question from their question directory with great knowledge and changed it to questions like "How far will Yao Ming go as a representative of a technical center?"

We have already discussed a standard answer to this type of question. Even the team doctor who accompanied the Wizards was notified how to answer such questions. After I made some detailed and well-documented compliments, the reporters finally left with satisfaction.

The reporters left with satisfaction, but my heart was still full of anger. Of course, the anger in my heart was not because of Chinese fans or Chinese reporters. My anger was entirely because of Bill Ranbir. This old guy didn't inform me in advance tonight, and kept making fun of me during the game, reducing my playing time to 1 minute and 28 seconds, making me the target of ridicule of my teammates and losing all my face.

The team rushed back to the hotel. I returned to my room. I stayed quietly for about half an hour, and guessed that the other players who lived on the same floor should do what they should do. I walked out of the door and stood in front of Bill Ranbill's door.

Bill Ranbill's door was not closed, but was hidden. I was not sure if Bill Ranbill's old bastard was inside. I looked inside through the crack of the door and found that the room was pitch black. There was no light on inside.

What's going on? Could it be that Bill Ranbir went out? But if he went out, how could he not close the door?

I gently pushed open the door with full of suspicion, walked into the room, and shouted softly, "Bill?"

"Bill, are you here?"

"Bill..."

The lights in the room suddenly lit up, and the whole room jumped from darkness to light. There was no excessiveness in the middle. This huge jump made my eyes unacceptable. Under the conditioned reflex, I closed my eyes.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time..." A cunning voice rang in a room full of fantasy smell.

It's Bill Ranbir's voice!

I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. Bill Ranbir was lying on a lounge chair on the balcony, holding a glass of red wine in his left hand and holding a very high-end Cuban cigar in his right hand, with an expression on his face that I knew you would have come.

"What the hell are you doing? Bill..." I suddenly felt dissatisfied with Bill Ranbir's hypocritical behavior.

"Haha..." Bill Ranbir smiled, then put the wine glass on his lips with his left hand, raised his neck, and swallowed the half of the blood-red liquid in one go.

It's really a waste of resources! If it were a wine tasting master here, he would definitely scold Bill Ranbill for a hard meal.

"Not only do I know you're coming tonight, I also know what you're here tonight! Believe it or not?" Bill Ranbill looked like he deserved a beating on his face.

"A three-year-old child on the street knows why I came to you tonight! Do you believe it or not? Do you think you are Zhuge Liang? Do you think you have no choice?!" I said angrily.

"Zhuge Liang?" Bill Ranbir obviously had no impression of the phrase "Zhuge Liang". He hoped that I could solve his doubts.

"Forget it! You don't understand it even after saying it! Just tell me what happened tonight!" I disdained to tell the old bastard Bill Ranbir about historical figures, so I went straight to the point.

Bill Ranbill took a sip of cigarette, then used his unsexy lips to spit out the thick smoke that was sucked into his lungs, and spit out a beautiful smoke ring. The smoke rings were gone, and Bill Ranbill said in a mysterious way:

"Did you ask me why I didn't arrange the candidates for the game as agreed in advance? Or did I ask if I only gave you 1 minute and 28 seconds to play?"

"Everything is there, of course I want to ask you what's going on tonight? I keep making fun of it. If it's not for the sake of protecting your face as the head coach, I really want to give you a few punches!" I said viciously.

Bill Ranbill took another sip of cigarette, then wiped out nearly half of the cigars in the ashtray, raised his head, looked at me, and said seriously: "Kaomey, what is the most important thing for a team to succeed?"

I was slightly stunned. I was a little surprised at Bill Ranbir's question. I don't know why he asked this question. You must know that there is no standard answer to this question, just like there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.

"Hard training! A positive, tenacious and upward spirit!" I hesitated and said the answer in my heart.

Bill Ranbill folded his hands in front of his lower abdomen and looked at me seriously and said, "It makes sense. But in my opinion, this is just the basic condition for success. Because every player standing in the NBA arena is not short of these two things. Even if you are very customer, very tenacious and able to fight, you will definitely find players in this league who are harder, more tenacious and more determined than you. There is only one successful team every year. So why is it you?"

"What do you think?" I asked subconsciously.

"I think what else should we add in addition to hard training, positive and tenacious fighting spirit?" Bill Ranbill smiled slightly on his face.

"What to add?" I asked with a frown, and I felt as if I had fallen into the trap set by Bill Ranbir.

"A pleasant atmosphere!" Bill Ranbill leaned forward, and a smile appeared on his face that was incomprehensible.

"A pleasant atmosphere?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes! It's a pleasant atmosphere! Let them feel happy to play ball! Let them feel happy to play ball together, let them feel happy to chase honor together! In this way, they will train harder to win, and will be more willing to work harder and harder in the game. They will be more selfless in the game..."

What Bill Ranbill said seemed to be right, at least what he said convinced me, but is this a fucking cent related to what happened tonight? I frowned and said, "Don't go too far! Does this have anything to do with what happened today?"

Bill Ranbir took out a cigar from the cigar box on the coffee table, picked up the lighter, lit it, and took a leisurely sip. Then he said to me as if I didn't see you, "Didn't you notice any changes you have recently?"

"Change? What changes?" I asked in surprise!

"Don't you think your relationship with your teammates is a little alienated? Even Chauncey Billups and Larry Hughes are not very brave enough to joke with you?" Bill Ranbill took a sip of cigarettes and said slowly.

I was stunned! My brain desperately recalled some of the things that happened recently, and the relationship between me and my teammates before I became the general manager. I suddenly realized that after I became the general manager, my teammates and I no longer seemed to be joking.

"You are completely special now. Take this game as an example. You no longer share a room with your teammates. You are alone and enjoying the benefits brought to you by the position of general manager, but this approach will create more and more gaps between you and your teammates, and the gap between you will become bigger and bigger as time accumulates..."

"This..." I murmured.

"No matter how hard you train, no matter how hard you work on the field, there is a gap between you and your teammates, and they will feel uncomfortable being with you, they will feel uncomfortable playing with you, and they will feel uncomfortable chasing honors with you, which will inevitably affect your cooperation on the field. There will be more and more mistakes in your cooperation with each other, and it will become less and less smooth, and you will be farther and farther away from the O'Brien Cup." Bill Ranbill looked serious.

My brows were frowning tightly. I was completely convinced by Bill Ranbir, but I still didn't agree with him. I continued to emphasize: "I will pay attention to this matter! I won't be special in the future, but you can't be flirting with me today? Just tell me directly?"

Bill Ranbir smiled, and said with a little exaggerated smile: "Kamei, you are very smart. Why haven't you seen through the essence of the incident yet?"

"Essence? What essence?" I asked in surprise.

"The essence is not whether you enjoy the treatment of a general manager, but the position of general manager on you, and the position of general manager makes your teammates fear!"

"fear?"

"Yes! It's fear! The position of general manager holds their power of life and death, which will inevitably make them afraid of your appearance, and they will involuntarily alienate you!" Bill Ranbir said with a firm look on his face.

"Then..." I couldn't accept the sudden message, and I murmured: "What should I do?"

"There is only one way-" Bill Ranbir took a puff of cigarette, raised his head and vomited a cigarette ring, and then said slowly: "Get together with them so that they can make your jokes and see your embarrassing things..."

"oh..."

I was convinced by Bill Ranbir...

PS: I've had diarrhea in the past two days, sorry, I'm late
Chapter completed!