On the night when Bird was signed, Auerbach gave Louis four game videos.

"In one night, I will give me a scout report on M-L Carl."

Louis hesitated.

What is the business gap between senior scouts and top scouts?

To put it directly, senior scouts are responsible for observing which universities are tracked, and once they are discovered, they will report to the management in a timely manner. The management then sends top scouts to verify the authenticity. In addition to observing rookies, top scouts are also responsible for making opponents’ scout reports.

This will be used for the production of trades and match plans.

At present, the scout reports against opponents are basically from John Killiah.

The game plan is a brand new concept. Louis only realized that no one was doing this now after helping Sanders with the game plan.

Auerbach could not hide the fact that Louis made the game plan. He learned about it and realized that Louis might have the ability to contribute to a larger level.

Therefore, he handed over this scout report related to subsequent transactions to Louis.

Louis didn't ask why, he had done a lot of things beyond his function.

He made the scout report all night long, and finally wrote a 15-page scout report that made Auerbach's scalp tingle.

This report is full of value, just like shaping an image of someone in a novel, bringing Carl to Auerbach through words.

"Carl was content to stay in that familiar place, urging his teammates with his towel, or making some unpleasant comments to his opponents."

“He is sometimes more effective at sitting off the court than on the court. He likes to wrap a towel around his neck and cover his mouth with his hands so that every word he says can be clearly projected onto the court.”

Auerbach knew that Louis liked "Taobao".

He always wants to use low picks to select high-potential players. Those people often do not have the talent that attracts attention, but have very rich "intangible assets".

In this report, Carl's "intangible assets" are also very attractive.

"Not bad, not bad." Auerbach was very satisfied. "This dog bastard is ours right away!"

"Reed, is there anything else?" Louis asked.

"Do you have something urgent?" Auerbach was puzzled. This guy couldn't drive him away. What happened today?

Louis yawned: "For this bastard scout, I reported that I hadn't slept all night, and saw blood in my eyes?"

This bishop was stunned by this point of criticism.

"I can't do you with your overtime pay."

"How could I pay for mere overtime pay so suddenly yesterday?" Louis said, like Bird, who ordered his agent to make a list, "I have to add more money!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Auerbach slapped the table and made Louis wake up. "How did I think about what I asked you last time? Do you have any idea of ​​coaching in the future?"

Louis naturally had the idea of ​​coaching, but he had not accumulated enough now, so he didn't know if he could do it.

"I'm too young..."

"So, we'll hire a good coach, you can learn well by his side." Auerbach began digging, "Of course, the scouting job can't be left behind."

This means Louis has to work two jobs and get one salary.

Although many East Asians who work hard in the United States are forcing each other, Louis doesn't want to work so hard unless he adds money.

"Sorry, I'm a little sleepy, let's talk next time..."

"Stop it!" Auerbach roared, "Get a coffee!"

Louis had to do so, and Volcker, the deputy general manager who was nicknamed "Son of Auerbach", hurried into the office: "Reed, we have contacted Carl!"

"Very good." Auerbach made a phone call with a smile.

Carl was a Pistons before becoming a free agent. If the Celtics were to sign him, they would need to compensate the Pistons for a little compensation, according to the league's regulations. It could be a player, it could be cash, it could be a draft pick.

When Louis saw Auerbach's increasingly crazy smiling face, he knew that this old man was not at ease.

There are three types of operators in the league. One is the fox. Auerbach is the model, only taking advantage of it and not suffering losses; the other is the mediocre white-collar workers who are stumbled on a day. When they are monks and beating the clock for a day, they often resist making transactions and dare not take risks. Although they cannot suffer a big loss, they cannot achieve great things. Another is the target Auerbach called the Pistons' head coach Dick Vitale.

They claim to be smart, but suddenly they get the power and want to expand their territory for the team to achieve hegemony.

The Pistons' management has no say in signings, and everything is left to Vitale. This is also the condition that he promised to coach the Pistons.

When Auerbach called, Vitale was a little wary at first.

Then, when Auerbach said they wanted to sign Pistons free agent M-L Carr, Vitale began to dream that he had caused Auerbach to bleed heavily.

"Karl is our important player...Reed, it's hard for us to give up." Vitale's tone of vowing to keep someone made Auerbach cut open the cigar.

Louis alertly stepped forward to light the fire and asked Volker in body language: What is this?

Volcker just smiled like Auerbach, not saying anything.

"Dick, don't hide it. I know you don't like Carl's style. Just say whatever you want." Auerbach didn't seem to be in a position to deal with him.

But this kind of decisive tone makes it easy for the other party to speak loudly.

This will give people the feeling that he wants to sign Carl.

"If you really want him, of course it's not impossible, but Carl is our key player. You know, he is the kind of player whose data cannot reflect value..." Vitale's awkward tone made Auerbach feel uncomfortable, but his tail still leaked out, "If... if you are willing to use Bob McAdu as compensation for this contract, we will be!"

"What the hell are you kidding?!"

Auerbach is like an actor who gets into the role in one second.

"Bob McAdu? He is a great player, three times scoring champions, and is our top card! Carl is really good, but is he that good?" Vitale likes McAdu, which is well known.

Auerbach hates McAdu, which is also well known.

This is why Vitale dared to propose compensation with McAdu, which not only freed the Celtics from their most hated players, but also liberated their nervous wallets.

Vitale thought he had messed up, and he froze on the other end of the phone and didn't know what to say.

A smile appeared on Auerbach's face, who was easy to turn off on the offense and defense. If the smile before was crazy, then he was now a beast-dressed person. "Of course, I know that you want McAdou to be the same as I want Carl, but I can't give McAdou to you in order to sign Carl...unless, there are other benefits."

"Speak and listen."

"You know, we're rebuilding, it's a long road, we need more fresh blood, so if you're willing to give us a few more picks on this deal, like two first-round picks next year, that's not impossible to consider."

Louis thought this was crazy.

McAdu has not changed the ability of the bad team, and the Pistons ranked last in the league last season. Even a fool cannot agree, right?

"make a deal!"

Even Louis could hear this response.

"Okay, we will send you the transaction documents as soon as possible. If there is no doubt, we will reach an agreement soon." At this moment, Auerbach is no longer crazy and beastly in front of Louis.

He is just a happy old man.

Crazy and beastly clothes should be given to Pistons' head coach Dick Vitale. What kind of pig brain does he have to shout "deal" like he picked up 1 million?

He wouldn't think he made a profit, right?

"Boy, what's your look?" Auerbach was happy that the team had a top five pick in the first round in 1980 (conservative estimate), but he saw Louis's eyes full of confusion.

Louis shook his head like a ghost and said, "How could they agree to such a condition?"

"Because Vitale really likes Bob McAdu very much," Volker explained with a smile, "like our former boss John Y. Brown."

Auerbach gave him a blank look, "Happy today, don't mention that bastard!"

"Have you contacted Carl?" Louis asked.

"Of course, I'll meet the players before signing the contract." Volker took out the memorandum, "This is what we talked about."

Louis glanced a few times and was an opportunist and always responded quickly to unusual things.

If Auerbach's phone call can achieve such great results, then what he should do is help the team expand its results.

He has to carefully study the transaction that has not yet happened.

The Celtics have won a great victory, but their opponents are completely unaware that when they face such a fool who is unparalleled, they have to take advantage of it, because they don’t know when the next time will be.

"Can I take it back and see it?" Louis asked Volker.

"Of course, the transaction is almost done, and these memorandums are not very useful." Volker said casually.

Louis took away all the information about the deal, as well as the outcome of the Oscar Robertson antitrust lawsuit and subsequent agreements after the alliance merger in 1976.

"What do you want these to do?" Auerbach was puzzled.

"Just curious." and his instinct as a hunter behind the scenes drove him to do so.

After Louis left with the information, Auerbach and Volcker talked about the young man.

"It's hard to believe he's only 19 years old," said the bishop strangely. "He seems to know everything."

"This is a good thing," Volk smiled, "the dusk management needs a little youthful atmosphere."

Auerbach frowned dissatisfiedly: "Do you think I'm old?"

"Then what... there is something to do, let's go first."

"What a bastard!" Auerbach cursed.
Chapter completed!