Eight Hundred and Fourteen: Secret

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Raymond Brasseth, a famous manager in professional sports circles. He and his brother are both active in the professional manager circle. Although the name "Raymond Brothers" is not as well known as Bill Duffy and Jeff Austin, it still carries a lot of weight.

But now, the well-known manager was yelling in front of Zach Randolph. He was rushing back and forth anxiously, distracted.

And what about Randolph? The soon-to-be-married man sat on the sofa with a relaxed expression, in stark contrast to the anxious Braseth.

"Do you know what you're doing? Do you know how much you'll get paid next season, do you know?" Braseth stopped and opened his arms to Randolph.

"Next season, 16.5 million." Randolph shrugged.

"Thank God, you still remember! Then tell me, why do you want to jump out of the contract worth 16.5 million annual salary in the last year, and sign with the Grizzlies for 2 years and 20 million, with an average of 1 year and 10 million annual salary. ? That 6.5 million, isn't it fragrant?"

"What, I'm 33 years old. After the last year of the 16.5 million contract is executed, my next contract may not be 10 million. Now sign a 2-year 20 million in advance, and wait until I am 35 years old. Now, I can still get an annual salary of tens of millions, and I only earn it without losing it." Randolph grinned.

"Bullshit! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, Zach. You took the pay cut to get the Grizzlies to eat Iguodala! Am I right?"

This time, in the face of Brasset's roar, Randolph did not speak, like a child whose lies had been exposed.

"Sure, sure enough. I really don't understand, what does this have to do with you? If Chris Wallace has the ability, he will naturally convince Iguodala to stay. This is the NBA, Zach, this Fuck the NBA! It's normal for players to come and go, and you can't treat yourself badly to keep a teammate. I don't agree, as your manager, I have to work in your best interest!"

Braces chased after the victory and gave Randolph an ultimatum.

Randolph stopped laughing, his expression became serious, and he stared into Braseth's eyes, "You're right, you don't understand. You're not a player, you haven't played with the Grizzlies, so You'll never understand it for the rest of your life."

"I..." Brassace was so angry that his face turned black. Of course, his face was originally black.

"Every team wants to win the championship, and they are looking for the secret of winning the championship. Many people think that the secret to winning the championship is to pile up the stars, that is, to pile up all the great players. Haha, what an idiot." Randolph Without being interrupted by his manager, he continued talking.

"Year after year, the championship team wins because the atmosphere is good, and everyone works hard to give themselves in their roles. Everyone puts the team above themselves, sacrifices themselves in terms of numbers and even money."

"This is the fucking secret of winning the championship. The secret of winning the championship is outside the basketball court, not even basketball! You know what? Brassace."

"Besides, Memphis has given me too much. How can a bastard like me, a rotten guy, get two championship rings? I should be in New York and Los Angeles until I get kicked out of this league one day. , and then it was forgotten. It wasn't until five years later that people saw a big, sloppy fat man on the street and thought, hey, that's Zach Randolph?"

"Memphis saved my career, and even my life. They generously gave me respect, trust, honor, and a big contract. Now, it's my turn to give back to Memphis."

"I don't want to discuss this matter anymore. The big deal is that I will give you more advertising commissions. 20 million in 2 years, I have made up my mind."

Randolph said a lot of serious words, then waved his hand. His love for Memphis has long gone beyond the relationship between the player and the city where the team is located.

"It's not about the cut, Zach. I've been working with you for so many years, and I've seen you as my true self. I just... don't want you to suffer. Don't let you suffer, let You earn more, that's my duty." Braseth also calmed down and stopped yelling.

"Of course I know, you've been doing well, Brasseth. I'm very, very grateful for that. But this time, at least this time, let me make my own decisions, let me make the right decision for myself. Let me do something for this team and for this city."

Blaseth looked at Randolph's firm eyes and sighed. He knew that he couldn't beat that guy.

"If you insist on what to do, I will contact the Grizzlies. But you better make it clear with Iguodala first, lest you also take a pay cut, and he also reached an agreement with the Warriors. At that time, it is It hurts both sides." The tough Brassace finally compromised, and he had to admit that there were some things he really didn't understand.

"Hey, I love you, man. I knew you could understand me." In an instant, Randolph was back to his usual hippie smile.

"Leave 'I love you' to your wife at the wedding, and I'll get in touch with Chris Wallace tomorrow. I hope you're right, Zach." The Randolphs had a can of beer in the fridge.

That whole night, Brassace was thinking about a question - what is the magic of the Memphis Grizzlies?

The next day, news of Randolph's exit from the contract spread across the country. And the "big black bear" also sent a text message to Iguodala, as Braces suggested.

"Never mind, sign the Grizzlies."

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Link driving his Ford Mustang through the empty streets of Memphis couldn't believe what had happened these days.

He was originally on vacation in Europe, and suddenly learned a few days ago that Randolph planned to take the initiative to cut his salary. The reason for the pay cut is to allow the Grizzlies to eat Iguodala smoothly...

Link was shocked, really shocked. Money matters to everyone, not to mention $6.5 million!

He didn't expect that Randolph, a guy who usually hangs around, actually took the initiative to stand up at a critical moment. Therefore, Link quickly terminated his travel plan and rushed back to Memphis and the signing site.

In any case, he had to say thank you to Randolph in person.

When Link arrived at Chris Wallace's office, Randolph and Iguodala were already inside.

"Hey, I said you don't have to come." Randolph waved at Link with a relaxed expression, as if today's signing had nothing to do with him.

Link did not speak, but walked up and hugged Randolph. Link feels extremely lucky to have such teammates in his career.

"Fuck, what are you doing? I'm already married, and my sexual orientation is normal." Randolph pushed Link away, "20 million in 2 years, if nothing else, I will retire in Memphis. So be nice to my old man in the future, do you hear me?"

"Zach..." Iguodala was also very moved. In fact, he had been prepared to take the initiative to reduce his salary before.

After serious consideration, Iguodala found that he could not abandon the brothers who fought alongside him and the opportunity to build a dynasty for the sake of 48 million.

But what Iguodala didn't expect was that Randolph made a decision earlier and more decisively than he did.

After Randolph took a pay cut, the Grizzlies also offered Iguodala a four-year, $48 million contract. As a result, Iguodala has no reason to leave.

"Sign it soon, let the Warriors die." After pushing Link away, Randolph winked at Iguodala again.

Iguodala nodded slightly, then wrote his name on the new contract.

Finally, the Grizzlies' championship frame was successfully preserved this summer. Although, at the expense of Randolph's 6 million salary cut.

Two hours later, the news of Randolph and Iguodala's renewed contract with the Grizzlies was officially announced.

Steve Kerr looked at this report and felt a little incredible. The price was reduced by 6 million. There is such a thing in this world.

At that moment, Cole seemed to realize. The Grizzlies can win the championship, not only rely on the big four and Link.

Their energy, beyond imagination, even beyond the basketball itself.

They, mastered the real secret of winning the championship...