Perhaps it was the reality that I had smashed two rebounds in a row, which made Mr. Park Hanze realize the gap in strength between the so-called Republic of Korea men's basketball national team and the NBA team. Perhaps it was Bill Ranbir's tricks that exhausted his arrogant spirit. Park Han no longer argued whether the so-called $5 million should be paid, and directly recognized it. But he also put forward another condition: I hope the Korean team will not lose too ugly.

I wanted to let the bastards humiliate these arrogant Korean sticks on the court, but Mr. Bill Ranbill and Mr. Jack Bieber were obviously more willing to deal with money. After bargaining with Park Hanze again and Park Hanze again took out $500,000, Bill Ranbill, Jack Bieber and Mr. Park Hanze were tightly held together.

"Bill, don't you hate these Koreans very much? Don't you hate Park Hanze very much? Why don't the players teach them a lesson on the court again!" After Park Hanze, who looked sore, left, I directly questioned Bill Ranbir.

Bill Ranbir took out a Cuban cigar, ignited it, and took a deep breath very comfortably, looking at my angry face and said with a smile:

"Kaome, you are now the general manager of the team. To put it bluntly, you have been successfully promoted to a thug of a capitalist who is greedy for money. You have to look at money now, haha..."

"Shit!" I shouted: "What a shit capitalist thug!"

"I'm!" Bill Ranbir held his chin with one hand and said seriously: "I've forgotten. You guy is no longer just a thug of capitalists. You kid is already a very successful capitalist. But how can you become a capitalist? You know, Marx once said: When the profit reaches 10%, you capitalists will be ready to move. When the profit reaches 50%, you capitalists will take risks. When the profit reaches 100%, you capitalists will dare to trample on all laws in the world. When the profit reaches 300%, you capitalists will dare to risk hanging. This is the 500,000 US dollars falling from the sky. You can watch him slip away from you..."

Bill Ranbill looked like he understood me and was chattering about his own views on capitalists. However, I guess his view was based on his views on his old man. You should know that Bill Ranbill's father is a very famous mogul in the whole of America.

"Get out!" I interrupted Bill Ranbir with anger and said, "According to what you say, I am not a qualified capitalist?"

"Well!" Bill Ranbir nodded very surely and said, "Anyone who starts from scratch and can eventually accumulate great wealth is basically a Grandet, and he is full of superhuman persistence for every cent of extra profit. But I don't seem to see this in you, which makes me feel a little surprised!"

I was amused and crying by Bill Ranbir. I knew what to say. Do I have to pretend to be a Grandet in order to match his viewpoint?

"Get out!" I jokingly explained to myself: "This 500,000 US dollars cannot reach my pocket. It's my fault!"

Bill Ranbill tilted his head, looked at the expression on my face carefully, and said seriously: "This is something I can't understand. I can't understand why you want to be the general manager, and you are doing it diligently. Every transaction is damn careful and he is fucking stingy when signing contracts with players. Even my head coach's salary for a year is only 1.2 million US dollars, the lowest salary for the entire NBA! This is simply a shame! Who are you doing for? You know that every penny you saved for the Wizards can't fall into your wallet..." Bill Ranbill began to complain about his salary.

I pursed my lips and said seriously: "I am the general manager of the team. I need to have the basic qualities of a professional manager. I must be responsible for the Wizards! I am responsible for Mr. Polyn, who appointed me as the general manager."

"Shit!" Bill Ranbir looked a little furious and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say it's so noble. Who in this world is not responsible for himself! What kind of professionalism is that it's entirely because he doesn't have a chance..."

I tilted my head and looked at Bill Ranbir, and suddenly I found that there was a deep dark side hidden in this guy's heart, which made me wonder if this guy had suffered any kind of blow when he was young.

I calmed my breath, looked at Bill Ranbir, and asked back, "What would you do if you were me?"

"Ha..." Bill Ranbill raised his head and laughed. After laughing for a full minute, he lowered his head, looked straight at me, and said seriously: "If I were you, I would acquire shares of the Wizards from Mr. Apollin and make myself the real person of the Wizards. As for the others, haha, you know how to do it yourself!"

I frowned and looked at Bill Ranbir and said, "Bill, don't you know that the league does not allow players to be shareholders of a certain team? Not to mention the major shareholder!"

Bill Ranbill completely sneered, and he said with disdain: "Your head is rusted! What does Ivanka Trump do for? What does your father-in-law Donald Trump do for? Wouldn't you buy the team with their name?! I really don't know how you made the more than one billion dollars!" Bill Ranbill looked like he was so angry that he was not as strong as steel.

I was suddenly stunned! Although this conversation was a little off topic, the topic suddenly made me feel a little stupid and naive. I was working hard for the Wizards, looking for one supernova after another with good quality and low-priced quality for the Wizards, and accumulating every point of strength for the Wizards to win the championship. But these have nothing to do with me in the end. Even if I win the championship every year in the next ten years, people will at most sigh at my management ability and my eyes, but I can't get a little profit of some real things. Could it be that I really want...

I shook my head, temporarily drove the thoughtful one out of my mind, pulled my mind back, and said seriously to Bill Ranbir: "Don't go so far, just talk about the game of playing sticks, what do you think? Do you really want them to have a few goals? Didn't you say that you had disliked these sticks for a long time? Do you want to teach them a lesson?"

Bill Ranbill showed a charming smile on his face, took a sip of the cigar, and said softly: "We can teach them a lesson in the first three quarters, and let them give a little more exclamation in the fourth quarter..."
Chapter completed!