NBA: A collection of super busts

"The youngest number one draft pick in history! 18 years and 178 days old!" The DJ at the scene roared excitedly, as if he himself had been chosen. He introduced James and also energized the fans, keeping everyone excited.

"The Nuggets aren't replying to my messages, damn it!" Reed cursed at this moment. "That damn Vandeweghe, he said he was 99% sure he'd choose you. Europeans are unreliable, they change their minds faster than any chick standing on the street in Los Angeles!"

While Reed was cursing, Anthony was already prepared, and even stood up before Stern returned to the stage.

"Second pick, the Cleveland Cavaliers select Carmelo Anthony!"

"See you in the NBA!" Anthony said, not forgetting to provoke Ye Feng as he walked past.

Ye Feng completely ignored Anthony; he was just thinking about where he would be selected.

If the Nuggets give up on him, then it seems his only option left is the Raptors...

But if Vandeweghe can't be relied on, are O'Neal and Glen Wood reliable?

"We have news!" Reed exclaimed at that moment. "They're finally moving!"

If the competition among the rookies in the green room is merely superficial, amounting to little more than verbal sparring, then the draft offices and officials of each team are certainly busier than ever.

Open and covert struggles, battles of wits, and undercurrents of tension.

Everyone wants to rob, and everyone wants to persuade their negotiating partners to meet their needs and give up the people or power they want.

At this moment, the most conflicted person in the entire league must be Raptors general manager Glen Wood.

He found himself in an incredibly difficult dilemma.

He hates Carter, he hates that bastard doesn't give him any face, but this guy is the most important person in the entire Raptors team. Fans watch the game entirely because of him. The team was already at the bottom of the league last season, but it was still able to make a profit.

For example, even though the new season hasn't started yet, their season tickets are already selling quite well.

Because fans like Carter.

Even if the team loses, they are still willing to come to the stadium to watch him dunk, hoping that he will score 40 points one night.

So he has to keep Carter happy, or he might lose his position.

But he really took a liking to Ye Feng and wanted to select Ye Feng to join his team.

But that would mean Carter would be angry; that guy doesn't want rookies, he only wants experienced, ready-to-fight players.

Just then, his phone rang again.

"So, Green, what's your decision?" A voice, like a devil's whisper, came from the other end of the phone: "Make a trade. Which is more important, a rookie who might not be reliable or your general manager position?"

"If I can beat Ye, and he plays perfectly, then my position will be rock solid!"

"But more likely, you're done for before he even gets a chance to perform," the man continued. "Carter won't like him, or rather, even if you could get Jordan and O'Neal in their rookie years, Carter wouldn't like him. He doesn't want any rookies."

"His contemporaries have already achieved great things: scoring champions, championships, MVPs. What does he have?"

"The greatest dunk contest champion in history?"

"Glenn, Vince is already impatient. He has no patience whatsoever. Even if you select a genius newcomer, can you wait for him to develop?"

"After you finish your get out of class, when that super rookie develops, will it be thanks to you, or will the guy who came after you just get a free 'best mentor' award?"

"I don't know who gave you the quotes, or what prices they offered, but I'm confident: my quote is absolutely the best! I'm a businessman who never lets anyone lose out!"

"I can make your team rise immediately, get into the playoffs, and even save you a lot of money."

"I don't know what you're hesitating about. A trade that pleases both the team's leader and owner, what are you hesitating about?"

Greenwood was clearly tempted. He didn't speak, but his mind raced as he considered the pros and cons. It was at this moment that Stern took to the stage for the third time that night.

"The Denver Nuggets have selected Darko Milicic!"

"You have five minutes left, Glenn," the voice on the phone continued. "After five minutes, if you draft someone I don't want, I'll go find Pat Riley or Jerry Krause. But honestly, I like you, and I sympathize with your situation, so I can give you an extra second-round pick."

"I guarantee you'll make a profit on this deal."

At this point, the man paused, then delivered the final blow: "Who do you think is more important to the team owner and fans, you or Vince?"

These words seemed to completely shatter Greenwood's defenses, making him decide: "You're right! It'll be the price you mentioned before! Deal. Who do you want me to choose?"

......

Inside the small green room, Reed and Thomas looked at Wade almost simultaneously and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Dwyane."

Thomas was completely shocked when he heard what Reed said.

Who exactly is this bastard?

Why did he get the news as quickly as I did?

No, faster than me! I was the person involved, I should have been the first to be notified, so why did he know?

Reed shrugged, then nodded at Thomas, indicating that it was up to him to speak.

Then he lowered his head again and started operating his phone, frantically sending text messages to people.

At that moment, Milicic was the third to stand up, strutting arrogantly with his flamboyant blond hair toward Stern.

"Done!" Then, Reed patted Ye Feng on the shoulder: "All done! Fourth pick, Ye, congratulations, fourth pick!"

"I'm going to Toronto?" Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Wade would be selected by the Heat, so the Raptors were his last hope to complete the system mission.

Now, it's finally finished...

He possessed the necessary skills to become a top-tier counterfeit...

Nonsence!

I finally made it into the top five.

"No, not the Raptors. They traded away their fourth overall pick, but the next team they want to join specifically requests that the Raptors select you with the fourth pick!"

As Milicic posed for photos wearing a hat and walked off the stage to give an interview, Thomas suddenly looked up again. It wasn't just him; many agents who had accompanied their new clients to the event also looked in that direction.

This means that the first official transaction of the night has been completed!

Reed handed his phone to Ye Feng, allowing him to see the latest transaction details on the phone's color screen, which had a negligible resolution and number of colors.

The transaction wasn't one, it was two!