The Rest, Only Noise: Chapter 51 it\'s not finished yet

Louis articulately stopped Brett from interrupting Auerbach's speech.

He nodded to Auerbach, and the bishop adjusted his mood and continued to speak.

"Ralph, I know what you and your family are worried about." Auerbach's voice was soft, and Louis had never heard him speak to himself like that. "You're too young to be physically and mentally ready for the adult world."

Auerbach cites scriptures to make his words more persuasive.

"Does entering the league at a young age really affect your development? I'm here to introduce you to three players. Moses Malone, Daryl Dawkins, Bill Willoughby (PF/C), they Entered the NBA without even going to college. Moses grew into an MVP-level player, Darryl is a very good insider, Bill is not going well, but this is professional sports, and everyone's development path is different. Even There are also a lot of people out there who go through four years of college who can't fit into the NBA."

"I give this example just to tell you that age doesn't affect your performance in the NBA, only the environment affects you."

Auerbach is finally getting to his point.

"What Professor Brett just said is true." Auerbach looked at Sampson, "Ralph, if you enter the draft this year, we will get you, and you will be on the bench in the new season. , because you're not physically strong enough, and we have to take responsibility for your future. But you can learn tricks around a group of seasoned veterans, master the knack of rebounding and block shots, play high-intensity playoff games, play in a great team Play your favorite fast break on the team. From a roster perspective, I don't think there's a second team that creates more fertile ground for you to grow."

Auerbach is about to take out his king and blow it up.

"You're going to be our core center, the backbone of our team, you're going to get Larry Bird's status on the team, and we're going to give you the same salary as Larry, and you'll get more than just The opportunity to become a millionaire is the opportunity to grow for the easiest core player in NBA history."

Louie saw heartbeat in Sampson's face.

Sampson's mother, Sarah Sampson, asked, "What's Larry Bird's salary?"

"The first year is $650,000." Auerbach doesn't believe that any middle American family can easily turn down that income.

The old Sampson looked embarrassed, he knew that Auerbach offered an environment, salary, and future that was difficult to refuse.

He said: "Mr. Auerbach, please wait a moment, we need to discuss it."

"Of course." It was a big deal, and Auerbach could understand it.

What Auerbach couldn't understand was that the ugly, Jeremy Brett joined their family meeting. Wasn't he an outsider from the Sampsons? How can I be involved in the decision-making of this matter?

Also, Terry Holland joined in.

"It's over," said Auerbach in dismay.

Louie didn't know why he was upset. "Haven't they made a decision yet?"

"Two of the most informed people were also the two people who least wanted Ralph to leave campus, and if they had the final say in this family meeting, you think they would advise Ralph Join the pro league now?"

Auerbach was referring to Holland and Brett.

Brett, a law professor at the University of Virginia, would naturally help the team persuade Sampson.

Sampson is Holland's performance guarantee for the new season again, and his attitude towards this matter is also predictable.

"Maybe, but it's Ralph's own business, so why let them decide?" Louis asked.

"He's obviously a good boy," Auerbach quipped.

A few minutes later, the Sampsons, along with Holland and Brett, returned to Auerbach and Louis.

"Has a decision been made?" Auerbach knew his Plan A was about to fail.

"Sorry, Mr. Auerbach," Sampson Sr. said. "We decided to let Ralph continue his career. It was not an easy decision. Our family can see your sincerity, but Ralph I don't want to leave school yet."

Auerbach has a deep affection for Sampson, and at this point, he wants to turn around, "I want to know, why?"

"Because with Ralph's talent, he can thrive on any team, he doesn't need to leave school early, he doesn't need to go to Boston to play a backup, don't forget how notorious your racism is, not many An African-American would like to play there!" Brett laughed, "Is this answer clear enough?"

The real protagonist of this meeting, Sampson did not say a word.

Louis watched him, the expression on his face was nothing to analyze. The most emotional part of his whole journey was when Auerbach weaved the future for him.

Auerbach described a bright future for him.

It's a pity that his ears are too soft and he has no idea about his future.

"Okay, goodbye." Auerbach turned regretfully.

Holland followed them.

When they got outside the Sampsons' house, Auerbach lashed out at Holland: "Let me be blunt! This family will be up at night for today's decision in the future! They don't know they are in What! If that kid gets in a car accident, he's doomed! If he aspires to be a doctor, of course I'll let him finish four years of college, but he's not that! The idiot is coaxing stupid!"

Holland has his own position, and he can only smile wryly.

Auerbach called a taxi to go to the airport and flew straight back to Boston.

The car went for a while before Louis told the driver to stop.

"What the **** are you doing?" Auerbach was irritated.

Louie laughed: "I don't think this is over yet."

"You still want to take your smiling face to their fists?" Auerbach snorted, "Save it!"

"Do you really want Ralph?"

"Thinking day and night."

Louis opened the car door, "Then I'll fight for you one last time."

"it's up to you!"

"By the way, is this a public matter?"

Auerbach's eyes jumped, "Of course."

"Since it's official business, there should be funding." Louis stretched out his hand in front of the driver, "Can you take the initiative, Reed! Don't keep making me so embarrassed..."

Awkward?

Auerbach's mouth twitched with anger. It was more than a year before he learned today that Louis, the grandson, would also be embarrassed.

"Come back to me for reimbursement when you're **** done!" Auerbach brutally closed the door and ordered the driver to drive quickly.

Louis stood on the side of the road and called a taxi.

Since the 80s, it has become harder and harder to hitch a ride.

The new generation of young people did not eat this, and Louis was in a hurry, so he called a taxi, "Go to JesseQuickLunch."

Yesterday Louie spoke with Jeff Lampe and learned that Sampson likes to eat at Jessie's Express in downtown Harrisonburg.

He wasn't sure if Sampson would come today, he just wanted to try his luck.

Louie didn't want to persuade in front of the Sampson family, he had to create a one-on-one environment.

Because, biologically speaking, he and Sampson are both young men.

Moreover, Sampson, like him, was born in 1960. He was almost 20 years old before finishing his freshman year.

If it is put in 40 years, an older student like him will choose to skip grades in high school to enter the NCAA early. At this time, there is no such rush to enter the professional league~www.mtlnovel.com~, so age is not important.

Louie ordered a regular hot dog roll.

By the way, I ordered a Coke.

He hoped that Sampson would want to relax at the restaurant he frequents after sending off the most important person in his life.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

The waiter saw that Louis didn't check out immediately after eating, and kept watching outside the door.

"Well, I don't know if he will come."

"Is he a regular customer here?"

It occurred to Louie that the waiter should know when Sampson usually comes to eat.

"It should be," said Louie. "Ralph Sampson, you know?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Everyone knows their family in Harrisonburg!"

"So... when does Ralph usually come?"

"You might have to wait a little longer. Ralph always comes around late in the evening."

Louie loves the hot dogs here as much as eating dumplings only likes dumpling stuffing.

So he ordered two hot dog rolls, each of which was ripped off.

He waited a long time, maybe a few hours.

When he was about to think otherwise, Sampson showed up.

At 2.24 meters tall, he stands out everywhere, not to mention his terrifyingly thin limbs.

"Thank you, old man!" Sampson said politely to the waiter.

"Slow down, Ralph, don't you know someone has been waiting for you here for hours?" The waiter's eyes glanced at Louis, who was resting.

Sampson looked over and locked Louis at a glance.

"You're... the one who came to my house with Coach Auerbach today!"