The Rest, Only Noise

"Lu, here comes Cedric."

Tomjanovich brought Maxwell to Louie's office.

With the phone in his hand, Louis smiled and said, "Sit down, but I have a phone, wait a moment."

Maxwell sat down safely, and Tomjanovich carefully sorted out the information.

A typical Larry O'Brien-era league goes like this, and he definitely doesn't want any fancy stuff and rejects anything new and attractive.

To convince him to launch a slam dunk contest at All-Star Weekend, his assistant persuaded him for a month.

Such a person can't be expected to come up with a sign like the Christmas War. So Christmas is approaching, but the Celtics have no near-term rivals.

And on Christmas Day, the night before, there were no games.

So players can go home for Christmas.

Since there are no strong opponents, Tomjanovich's job is to take out the slightly stronger opponents and study their strengths and weaknesses carefully.

Louie looked at the phone and smiled, "Jack, what's the matter?"

"I know you won't call me for no reason, just say anything."

At first, Maxwell didn't care, he sat calmly in Louis's office, didn't speak, didn't gossip, and said NO to all questions.

However, Louis hoped he was gossipy enough.

"Oh, so you wanted to talk to me about the trade." Louie said arrogantly, "We are 22 wins and 2 losses now. I feel good about the status quo, so there should be no need for a trade."

So far, Tomjanovich continues to work on his profile, and Maxwell is getting a little impatient because Louie's phone doesn't look like he's going to hang up in the next few minutes.

"this..."

A look of embarrassment appeared on Louis' face.

"Of course there are difficulties, don't you know how important Cedric is to us?" Louie didn't even look at the client. "How could I possibly trade him to Portland?"

Tomjanovich turned his face, Maxwell's "what the **** am I doing here" look of boredom to "I'm concerned about how things are going."

"Really? Are you really willing to hand over Jim Paxson?"

Tomjanovich's breathing increased.

Maxwell's eyes straightened, he thought he was just coming to Louis's office to listen to him chanting, but he didn't expect that he might actually be traded.

"However, we already have Larry, we have John Long, we don't need a shooter at the two or three, and I believe Jim, like Cedric, is reluctant to come off the bench, why should I throw one At the expense of troubles, in exchange for another trouble that may not be easy?"

"What? Are you willing to add picks?"

Louie's voice convinced Maxwell that he was moved.

He knows his worth, and no matter how arrogant he is, he doesn't feel like he's worth more than Jim Paxson + draft picks.

Patterson can already match him, plus a draft pick? How much the Blazers want him!

Does he know Jack Ramsay?

Maxwell couldn't figure out what he did to Portland and why Ramsay would be so crazy about him.

Did you make an impression on the other party when you played at the Memorial Gym last time?

Must be!

It had only been so long, and Maxwell had a vivid memory of how much better he had played than Patterson that night.

"Jack, I already feel your sincerity."

Louie's negotiation.

Tomjanovich and Maxwell discover that Louie is too invested in forgetting that there are other people in the office.

He leaned back in his office chair and lifted his legs to the desk.

"Seriously, if I could make a decision, I'd agree with your plan, but you know, I don't have the authority to make a decision, and I'll have to ask Reed."

"Well, it's great that you can understand. Anyway, thanks for the call, I'll let you know when I have news."

"Ow~~~~"

Louie barked like a male wolf in heat, and he actually used the wolf howl to sound the tune of "good luck". His proud expression couldn't hide his inner excitement, and the crowded eyebrows twisted like two villains. go.

"I was traded?" Maxwell said suddenly.

"HolyShit!"

Louis cursed and asked incredulously, "Why are you here?"

Maxwell looked like an idiot: "Didn't you invite me here?"

Louie looked at Tomjanovich inexplicably, "Really? Is there such a thing?"

"Ten minutes ago, you asked me to call Cedric to the office...he came soon, and then you said you wanted to make a phone call." Tomjanovich explained speechlessly.

"Damn it, I forgot about you." Louis said with a smile, "Actually, I have nothing to do, I just want to ask if you ate well today and slept well last night."

"Yes, I had green salad, salmon and chicken breast."

"I slept very well."

"Oh my god, you eat better than I do without a needle."

Louie looked at the door of his office, "By the way, have you used my new shower room? Is it better than before?"

"Very good, everyone likes it." Maxwell nodded.

"If there is nothing else, you can go back to training, I can't affect your training." It seems that Louis is not going to reveal the details of the transaction to him.

Maxwell refused to leave.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"what is the problem?"

"Am I being traded?"

Louie said embarrassedly, "Cah, Cedric, you know I can't tell you this."

"You negotiated with them in front of me. I heard almost everything, except for one result. Is this different from telling me the result after you've discussed it?" Maxwell asked excitedly.

Louie's smiling face seemed to be paused by a TV character. After a few seconds of freezing, he looked at Tomjanovich: "It really doesn't seem like there is any difference?"

Tomjanovich dared not answer.

"Well, what do you want to know?" Louie drove Maxwell mad.

"Fuck!" Maxwell demanded. "Am I traded?"

Louis smiled: "You are our most popular commodity. At least five teams have asked you for a price. So far, there is no result."

"I'm not a commodity!"

"Why not? A commodity with a clear price tag, an All-Star, two first-round picks, and one less, you can't go."

Maxwell's worth is indeed real.

But that's Auerbach's standard. If it's Louie's standard, if he has an All-Star, he will change it. What draft picks are needed? The most important thing in being a person is contentment.

"You seem eager to trade me?" Maxwell asked.

"Is there any reason why I don't want to, Cedric?" Louie asked back, "If you are the head coach, you have a big-name player who has been disobeying arrangements, catering to you on the surface, and making small moves behind the scenes to make the agent spread that he wants to be traded. rumors, what do you think?"

Maxwell could not answer.

"You must really want this **** to disappear from your team immediately," Louie said sadly, "but unfortunately, I have no say in this matter, so you probably won't be able to leave."

Louie's attitude was already clear, and Maxwell didn't seem to have much to ask.

He was about to leave, but if he left, there really wasn't much to say between him and Louis.

"If I were the coach..." Maxwell said solemnly, "If I were the coach, when I was going to put a big player on the bench, I would have a chat with him and I would tell him why he had to be a substitute. ."

Louie asked unexpectedly; "My mouth is almost torn, do you think I haven't said enough?"

"But you never told me why!"

"Why? Good question, first of all, you can't play center."

"Secondly, you're less of a threat at power forward than Larry."

"Your rebounding can be as tragic as Annie Hall beating Star Wars at the Oscars to a big man."

"Your defense is just normal, and it's not enough to replace Bill or Ralph."

"The most important thing is that your three-point shooting has been zero progress so far." Louie laughs, "Bill doesn't have an advantage over you, he just happens to be more of a big man than you, a better rebounder, and a better listener. In my opinion, it took a few years to practice a 30% 3-pointer. So he is more qualified to start than you."

"The above is my summary statement on why you didn't start. I hope this is the last time I say so."

Louie said to Tomjanovich, who was already dumbfounded: "Rudy, can you please help me get a bottle of Coke from Reed's office?"

"Look, how about I go straight to the convenience store of the Greek Academy and buy it?"

"good idea."

Maxwell took Louis' words seriously.

He doesn't want to leave Boston. He's a man of honor. The Celtics will be a contender for a championship in the next few years. Why should he leave a team with the most championship prospects?

"You mean if I can make 3s, I can start?"

"It's not that you can make shots, it's that you can shoot better than Bill." Louie set a goal, "If you can shoot more than him and be more accurate than him, I will seriously consider the starter. If No, you can only play the sixth man, if you don't want to, please go directly to Reed to apply for a trade, don't bother me anymore for your selfishness, please."

Maxwell got up from his seat.

"I see." Maxwell said solemnly, "I'm not going to Phoenix, I don't want to go to Portland, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to play here and be a part of the Celtics' glorious history. But I also want a spot, I don't want to be a substitute, I will strengthen my three-point shooting from today, and I hope you can keep your promise when the time comes!"

After saying that, Maxwell turned to leave, and he ran into Tomjanovich who was running back outside the door.

"A Coke, Cedric?" Tomjanovich asked.

"I don't drink this."

"Then you and Louis...?"

"We're all right~www.novelmt.com~ Tomjanovich came to the office with Louie's beloved Coke.

The first thing Louis saw was Pepsi, then another bottle of Coca-Cola.

"Rudy, liking double insurance is the most valuable quality in you!" Louis opened the Coca-Cola and took a sip, then burped contentedly.

Tomjanovich asked, "Is Cedric's problem solved?"

"probably."

"Then how are you going to answer Coach Ramsay?"

Louie squeezed the Coke bottle and asked, "Why should I answer Coach Ramsay?"

"Didn't you tell him on the phone just now that you would inform him if there was news?" Tomjanovich asked blankly.

"What call?" Louie's mouth twitched upwards. "When did I speak to Coach Ramsay on the phone?"