NBA: A collection of super busts

Chapter 98 I bet he was crying in his office.

"Regardless of how they did it, when the message reached me," West said, leaning back in his chair and looking at Brown, "they think James is getting too little playing time and ball possession, and they want to increase his ball possession to make his stats look better."

"What right do they have to tell you what to do?" Brown spat. "Why don't they just reach into your bed and help you get it out of bed?"

"They can't interfere," West said calmly. "But since the news has reached me, I have to tell you."

"And then what? What if I don't agree to the changes, and I'm unwilling to alter the current tactics and rotations?"

"According to their usual methods, they will hire reporters and ghostwriters to publish articles cursing and insulting you, then throw dirty water on you, use public opinion to put enormous pressure on you, portray James as an exploited genius, and belittle you as an old stubborn person who is prejudiced against newcomers."

"What the hell is Ye? Isn't Ye a newbie?"

"That's an old fogey who's prejudiced against high school freshmen."

"Then what do we do?" Brown sneered. "Should I leave?"

"I just want to tell you that you're going to face a lot of extra criticism and pressure," West said. "Be prepared."

"Who told us we were in such bad form? They probably wanted to do this from the beginning of the season, but we were just winning all the time back then."

"So what if I change the rotation and tactics? What if, according to them, I put Jason on the bench, bring on a shooter, and give the ball to LeBron? And then what?" Brown countered. "Won't Adidas people be passing you a message next?"

"Are you going to threaten us again in the same way?"

"Definitely," West said. "Interest groups, that's how they are, they don't care if we win 40 or 50."

"Win, regardless of whether it's the playoffs or not."

"They only care about profits and sales."

"Go to hell! I won't change! Never!" Brown said. "If you're going to give them a reply, tell them: if they meddle again, I'll shove their heads down and make them open their mouths and get some exercise."

"No one can tell me what to do about my tactics and rotations."

"I know...."

While the two were arguing in the office, the final 21-point duel in the training hall had also reached its climax.

The first team is currently leading the substitutes 20-10. They only need one more goal to finish tonight's training match.

Posey missed his three-pointer, and Gasol grabbed the rebound and immediately threw the ball up the court.

After receiving the ball, Williams advanced along the middle, and then, the scene that has been giving many Grizzlies players headaches again occurred.

Ye Feng and James, one on each side, simultaneously reached out for the ball.

James had already publicly protested before.

He always misses the ball during fast breaks, and he also misses the ball when he has a clear chance.

This is happening again right now.

Williams drew the defense, and this time he looked towards Ye Feng, pulling the basketball behind his back. Judging from his posture, he was about to make another no-look pass, passing the ball behind his back to James.

James was delighted and prepared to jump up and catch the ball for a dunk.

Starting with Williams, he attracted all these players to his side, making them his buddies, thus alienating Ye Feng from everyone.

Just as James was lost in his daydreams, the basketball unexpectedly flew in Ye Feng's direction. Then Ye Feng unleashed a 360-degree spin dunk, smashing the basketball into the basket!

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" Several players on the field immediately burst into excited cheers.

They saw that ball very clearly just now.

Williams's shot that shocked the world during the All-Star Rising Stars Challenge.

Behind-the-back elbow pass!

However, his shot was intercepted, preventing it from becoming a perfect assist.

But this play, thanks to its boundless creativity, became a classic, almost the only one that, despite not scoring, has been replayed countless times in various contexts.

But this time, using the same tactic, Ye Feng slammed the ball into the basket.

The entire stadium erupted in cheers; the spectacle of that goal was flawless.

"What's the point of that move?" James asked Williams after everyone finished celebrating. "Just to humiliate me? I was open! Why the hell didn't you pass me the ball?"

"That move was cool." Williams glanced at James and said, "You probably don't even know how to spell that word in your entire life."

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"I've put up with you for a long time! Don't think that just because you've played basketball for a few more years, you can..."

"So what?" Ye Feng stepped forward, pressing his foot against James' chest, and said, "What are you questioning Jason about? Questioning his passing the ball to his teammates so they can score?"

"You mean, our whole team has to be your blood slaves, play according to your rules, and let you drain our lifeblood so we can produce the best stats, while everyone else is irrelevant, is that right?"

"I didn't mean that." James dared not admit to such a thing and immediately denied it, saying, "Don't make false accusations."

"Then you come here, you tell me." Ye Feng stretched out his hand and said, "You tell me from what standpoint you are criticizing Jason."

"If he doesn't pass the ball to you when you're open, but instead passes to a teammate who's double-teamed, then what you said makes sense. If he just plays randomly and doesn't pass to you, then what you said also makes sense."

"He passed the ball to an open teammate, so where the hell do you get the audacity to criticize him? Or you should just acknowledge him as your father, then all the uncles and elders on the team will pamper you and keep passing the ball to you."

"What the hell did you say?" James's eyes widened as he stared intently at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng had long been fed up with James. This guy was always looking for trouble, and he would cause trouble from time to time to show off his status. What annoyed Ye Feng the most was that this guy always acted like he was the boss.

At other times, Ye Feng was too lazy to pay attention to him and just wanted to focus on playing basketball. But now this guy was clearly causing trouble for Williams because of him, so if he didn't say anything, he would really become a laughing stock.

So Ye Feng didn't stand on ceremony with James at all: "I said, call me Dad!"

"Fuck you." James cursed, then raised his hand to hit Ye Feng.

But before he could make a move, Ye Feng had already punched him on the head.

James then flew into a rage and tried to retaliate, but before he could even extend one arm, he was grabbed.

Haslem.

"Let go of me, you black devil! Let go!" James shouted, raising his other hand to try and hit Haslem to break free, but his other hand was also held down.

William.

The two players, one on the left and one on the right, dunked on James.

This made Ye Feng somewhat embarrassed.

He was about to throw his second punch, but with James pinned down by two men, he hesitated to do so.

This is not his style.

If we're going to do it, it has to be a fair, head-on duel.

"Let him go," Ye Feng said. "Give him a chance to touch me and see who ends up on the ground."

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"He thinks he's worthy?" Haslem scoffed, his face full of disdain. "If he wants to fight Ye, he'll have to get past me first!"

Williams said, "Let go of Udonis. He's causing me trouble. I'll fight him. I've never lost a fight in my life."

While the two were arguing, they actually let go of James, as if they wanted to determine who was better.

Upon seeing James regain her freedom, Ye Feng immediately stepped forward and taunted, "Put your fists out, you bitch! Let's see which is tougher, your fists or your mouth!"

As soon as Ye Feng said this, Williams and Haslem, who had just been eager to test their fighting skills, immediately shifted their attention to him.

If James dares to move, these two will pin him to the ground and beat him.

In this 3v1 situation where he was completely surrounded, how could James dare to make a move?

A smart man like him wouldn't display pointless masculine courage in such a desperate situation.

Fortunately, by this point in the conflict, the rest of the team realized something was wrong and rushed over to surround the three men, trying to calm them down.

With the intervention of Gasol and Battier, James was finally released. He rubbed his sore arm and glared at Ye Feng and the others with resentment.

Just now, he felt an unparalleled sense of loneliness.

The people around Ye Feng immediately stood beside him and joined his side.

But myself...

He glanced at Posey, the old fox who usually had the best relationship with James, but this time he wasn't on James' side. He was just trying to calm everyone down and keep them in check.

Battier and Gasol, both good-natured guys, remain neutral; neither of them has ever been on anyone's side.

I've been in the team for so long, and I don't even have a single close friend.

Everyone is this bastard's person!

On what grounds?

Since showcasing his unparalleled athletic talent, when has LeBron James not been the center of attention, always being fawned over and pampered by a crowd?

Why did nobody like me when I joined the Grizzlies?

Blame him!

Then, James blamed Ye Feng for the problem once again.

If it weren't for this bastard, I would never have done this!

"What's going on?" At this moment, Brown finally received a call from the assistant coach and rushed to the scene immediately.

"Those three are crazy, they suddenly tried to hit me!" James blurted out as soon as he saw Brown arrive, his voice shrill and unpleasant. "All three of them together!"

"Pfft." Ye Feng couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You really are a high school student... tattletale? Or just making up stories?"

"Coach, you know me. If I wanted to take him down, he'd be on the ground by now," Williams snorted, his face full of arrogance.

"Coach, you know me. If I really went for it, his arm would be broken by now," Haslem said honestly. "But we did want to hit him, mainly because we hadn't agreed on who would go in."

"Coach, you know me too," Ye Feng continued. "I'm the NCAA's exit king. I can knock out at least three people in five seconds. If I really made a move, we'd be giving him CPR right now."

These three people's words made several players burst out laughing; they really didn't treat James like a human being!

Even those who weren't laughing, like Battier and the others who were just trying their best to break up the fight, were now looking at James with strange expressions.

Anytime, anywhere, in any environment.

Nobody likes a snitch.

Especially since it's a complaint that completely distorts the truth.

Although no one expected that the group would actually fight, they knew what had happened and heard what James said to Williams.

He provoked first, and now he's saying people want to beat him up for no reason?

"This is the team! You guys are all teammates! Teammates!" Brown was so angry his hair almost stood on end. "You guys are crazy, almost coming to blows with your own teammates?"

"You're all worse than madmen! You're all fucking worse than madmen!"

"Even the most despicable bastard wouldn't lay a hand on his own teammate!"

"Who started it first?" Brown glared angrily at everyone. "Who started it first!"

"Him!" James and Williams pointed at each other.

"Me!" Haslem said sheepishly, pointing to himself.

"Who is it?! Bao, you tell me! What exactly happened?!"

Gasol looked around, then sighed and said, "On the last play, we had a three-way fast break. Jason had the ball, and neither LeBron nor Ye were guarding him. Then Jason passed the ball to Ye."

"He made a really flashy move. Then LeBron went to Jason, and the two of them argued for a bit."

"That's it?" Brown had considered many reasons, but he never expected it to be such an absurd one.

"That's it," Gasol said. "But after they started fighting, I couldn't hear what swearing they used against each other."

"A bunch of bastards!" Brown cursed, then his gaze swept over everyone before he finally said, "LeBron, come with me to the office. The rest of you wait in the locker room. Nobody is allowed to leave."

After saying that, Brown stormed off. Halfway there, he paused, then turned back to James, who was following him, and said, "Come with me to Jerry's office!"

A few minutes later, the two men, who had changed course halfway, entered West's office.

"What's going on?" West looked at the two of them, but remained quite calm.

"Trade him! Trade him away! Get the hell out of here! I'm never playing with him again, absolutely not! I'm never playing with him again! That bastard, I can't stand him for another second! F*** you! I'm never playing with him again!"

"Why?" West asked calmly and slowly. "There has to be a reason."

"I just hate him! There's no other reason!"

"But I think you guys are working together quite well. Remember what I said on draft day?" West said, "You can become the next generation of OK duo, Pippen and Jordan, Magic and Kareem."

"Who's Shaq, who's Pippen, and who's Magic?" James looked at West, still furious. "I'll never play with him! No, it's them! Udonis, Jason, and Ye, they're all in cahoots, they're targeting me."

"Calm down, LeBron, calm down." West's expression gradually darkened; he hated this kind of complaining, woman-like manner. "I drafted you with the number one pick, not for you to complain!"

"At the very least, you have to tell me how they're targeting you."

"They..." James opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but he found himself unable to say anything: "In short, I'm not playing with them! Trade me, and I'll never play with them again."

"If I don't get what I want, I will tell the media about what happened today, and I will let everyone know everything that happened tonight."

"You son of a bitch." West's eyes turned completely cold. "Are you threatening me?"

"I..." James realized what he had just said and quickly said, "I didn't mean that, Mr. Jerry, I didn't mean that."

"Go home right now," West said. "I don't want to say another word to you tonight. Go home, take a shower, calm down, and then tell me your decision tomorrow."

"But..." James knew he had said the wrong thing. He wanted to say something more, but he was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Get lost!"

Seeing the enraged West, James didn't dare to say anything more, quickly got up, turned around, and walked out of the office.

West watched James's departing figure, his expression as ugly as if he had just eaten shit.

"He threatened me?" West then suddenly scoffed, "These young people nowadays, they actually dare to threaten me?"

"That's why I brought him here," Brown said. "He's the one who started this whole infighting."

"You want me to trade him?"

"If things can't be changed, if he's unwilling to listen anyway," Brown said, "trading him would be better for the team."

"Haysley won't agree," West said. "Haysley's counting on him to make money! That bastard's jerseys are selling the most among his rookies, and his shoes haven't even been released yet, but the hype is already outrageous."

"He can make a lot of money for the team."

"Ye's sneakers and jerseys are selling quite well."

"But Ye's sales are concentrated internationally. In terms of North American sales, he is clearly not as good as LeBron," West said. "And even if his shoes could sell 1000 million pairs in Asia, we wouldn't get a single penny."

"But LeBron's fans really do buy things in our store before and after the game."

"So you're planning to trade Ye?" Brown looked at West, his tone becoming resolute. "You can't see that Ye is more important than LeBron on this team right now, can you?"

"If we want to make the playoffs or even contend for the championship, Ye is the more important person."

His playing style, defense, style, toughness...

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"Hubby," West interrupted Brown, "Do you really think the boss cares about winning a championship?"

"Given a chance to earn $500 million a year plus a championship, or $1000 million a year, Haisley would choose the latter without hesitation."

"Idiot! Dirty businessman."

"Dirty businessmen, perhaps not just Heisley," West said. "Why did LeBron suddenly erupt and completely fall out with Ye? Just because he didn't get the ball during a fast break? Do you think that's possible?"

"It's practically impossible," Brown said. "He's much more mature than his age suggests."

"I hate intrigue and backstabbing." West reached up and rubbed his eyes. "But we can never escape them."

Brown didn't respond; at 70, he had seen countless filthy things.

Neither of them, with their established reputations, would be afraid of James; they would simply dismiss his threats as the complaints of kindergarten children.

But they must consider who exactly supported or encouraged James to act recklessly here.

A few minutes later, the office door opened again.

Ye Feng walked in from outside the door.

"If I remember correctly, I sent Jason first," West said. "Where is he?"

"There's no need." Ye Feng sat down in a chair. "He's coming for me, why bother with Jason or Udonis?"

"He didn't like me and wanted to compete with me. After realizing he was inferior to me, he changed his mind and now wanted to get rid of me. I know him; I could completely predict what he just did here."

"He must have been crying in his office! Crying that he couldn't live with me, that I was bullying him, and then demanding that you trade me, right?"

"You're very smart," West didn't deny it, but continued, "So what do you think?"

"I don't care." Ye Feng shrugged. "I won't suffer any losses. He's the one who can't accept defeat. I'm just playing ball."

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"It's great to play in Memphis. I respect you and Hubie, and I'd love to stay here. But if it doesn't work out, if someone wants me to leave, and you guys want me to leave too, that's fine too, I accept."

"I know how popular he is in North America, and I know how much money he can make for the team, so I understand that it's all business."

"And then?" West was surprised that Ye Feng, who was known for his temper and madness in college, would be so calm after something happened.

Then, he remembered once again the data he had asked his staff to find for him before the draft.

All of Ye Feng's fights occurred when the outcome was already decided.

In other words, Marquette won all of Ye Feng's fights.

Moreover, in almost every conflict, he stood up for his teammates.

This guy never seems to get angry about his own affairs.

"Then it's up to you guys." Ye Feng shrugged. "If you choose me, I guarantee the team will quickly become championship contenders and be able to challenge for the title."

"If I choose him, then every time I see him from now on, I'll have to beat all of us old buddies to a pulp."

"That's ruthless?" Brown couldn't help but laugh. "This is the first time someone has threatened me like this."

"How can this be a threat?" Ye Feng leaned back in his chair and said, "This is just explaining the pros and cons, analyzing the gains and losses, and helping you to come up with the most feasible solution."

West said, "I was going to let you go home and take a shower to calm down, but it seems unnecessary now. You're calmer than anyone else. I only have one request for you, at least until this matter is settled and there's a final result."

"Let's avoid any more conflict."

"I can only guarantee that I will not initiate any conflict," Ye Feng said. "I will not provoke him or anger him in any way."

"So what are you thinking, Ye?" Brown interjected. "Are you still willing to cooperate with him?"

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