The Rest, Only Noise

Jerry Buss never lacked women.

That's probably why he has such a good relationship with the tragedies, who have an amazing consistency in their approach to women.

Here, Louis also met the eldest son of the old Bass, Johnny Bass.

Johnny, born in 1956, is currently the vice president of strategy for Lakers operations.

Louie has never met him, because he has long been in charge of other industries under the old Buss, and is only on a temporary basis with the Lakers.

I heard people say that the difference between Johnny and his father is so big that it makes people wonder if they are biological.

Today, he just came to the Playboy Building to report for work.

Old Bass introduced him to Louis, "John, this is our president."

"Coach, this is my son, Johnny."

Louie and Johnny greeted each other politely, and Old Bass waved his hand, wanting to let the two choose any flesh and blood as companions.

"Dad, I came to you for business."

And what Louis wants to know is: "Dr. Bass, what is your business with me?"

"Look at my brain." Old Bass patted his forehead, reluctantly dispelled the flesh and blood that accompanied him, and said to Louie, "Coach, I came to you today mainly to recommend a genius that is unique to you. ."

Louie asked playfully, "I guess he's from Philly and still in high school?"

"That's right, his name is Kobe, and he's Joe Bryant's son!" Old Buss poured Louie a glass of red wine, "Although I didn't watch his entire game, he was shocked in just ten minutes. It's me, Jingcai! Jueyan! I love him to death!"

Louie said lightly: "Jerry, we agreed that you will not interfere with the operation of the team."

"I didn't interfere with you, coach, I just recommend a player to you. I implore you to investigate him, or at least invite him to our trial training." Old Buss said.

Louie's tone changed, with the meaning of questioning: "Who introduced Kobe to you?"

"Uh. I can't tell."

"Jim?"

Louie sneered, "Or another Jerry?"

"Sorry, I won't betray my friends, coach."

Louis got up and smiled: "Your answer has already told me the answer."

Johnny laughed. "Dad, would you call Jim a friend?"

Hearing this, Old Bass patted his forehead angrily, "My fault! Coach, don't make it difficult for Jerry, he is also wholeheartedly good for the team."

"That's two different things!" Louie snorted.

Johnny joked: "If it was recommended by Jim, then this matter is not worth paying attention to. In fact, Dad never wanted to hide it from you, Mr. President."

This vice president of strategy, who has not been involved in decision-making for a long time, did not know about Bass's business trip.

"I will invite Kobe to try out, not because I admire him, but because you like him." Louie said to the old Buss, "Jerry, I'm going to put the ugly word up front, if I have a trial result on him. I'm not going to give him a second chance if he's not satisfied, or if he's not doing well in trials."

Old Bass got what he wanted and smiled happily: "I'll be satisfied if you give him a chance."

"Coach Lu, it's boring to sit here. You can choose any woman here. Don't worry, Monica will never know."

"I'm not interested in women here. Are there any restaurants nearby?"

"What restaurant are you going to, John, take the president to the 'Mickey Mouse Clubhouse' for dinner."

Who would call a restaurant the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?

Louie suspects there is something unclean in the place, but follows Johnny anyway.

As a result, he was "disappointed", "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" is a very formal restaurant, and can satisfy most people's tastes.

"It's my dad's favorite place to come," says Johnny nitpicky, "although you can get food from more than a dozen countries here, they have a really bad taste in wine, I mean, even a The lack of popular cognac ruins the chef's efforts."

That's Johnny Buss' first impression of Louie—the picky alcoholic.

After that, Johnny didn't stay at Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for a long time, because there was no drink he wanted, so he left Louis here alone and went away by himself.

After Louis had eaten and drank, he left the Playboy Mansion without saying hello to Old Buss.

The next day, Louie drove to the forum in good spirits.

The result was a traffic jam for two and a half hours.

His mood was getting low and grumpy, the **** traffic, the thing he hated the most about LA.

Every time I leave the area where Beverly Hills is located, I get into a difficult situation.

Non-prime time, if he wants to arrive at the forum before 8 o'clock, he needs to arrive on time at least an hour and a half in advance.

If it's prime time, ask yourself for more blessings.

The notorious Route 405 has a record 48 hours of traffic jams, with the average Los Angeles driver stuck in traffic for two hours a day.

Living in Los Angeles is a terrible waste of life.

In just two and a half hours in this traffic jam, Louie came up with 20 reasons why he hated Los Angeles.

He hates LA, he hates all the angels, he hates sunny cities, he hates Mexican food, he hates the low-quality Latinos on the streets, he hates the misuse of the word "dude" by LA, He hates Chinatown in LA, he hates having to queue for anything in LA.

Anyone in Los Angeles who can get to the office within 45 minutes is considered lucky.

Traffic jams are just a daily routine in this city, and Louis needs to get used to it, but he prefers to skip the process of getting used to it.

Why. Why don't I buy a private jet?

Some would say, don't forget Kobe's death, but it was just a mixed accident, wasn't it?

It's like there are countless car accidents every day, don't you stop driving because of this?

This is bullshit, like those trying to persuade Kobe to give up buying a private jet in the future.

Try blocking for a few hours a day.

Louie came to the forum parking lot with a gloomy face, and happened to meet Mitch Kupchak.

The other party wanted to say hello, but Louis had a murderous look on his face: "Let Jerry come to the forum club to meet me."

The Forum Club is the iconic venue of the Forum, a favorite of celebrities, a hunting ground for flesh and blood, where tragedies have left countless legendary stories of cannon fire.

When there is nothing to do, the old Bass will pass the time here.

When Louis asked West to come over, he wanted to kill the prestige of the LOGO man in front of the old Buss.

He had enough anger on the road, and now there is only one outlet left.

After West appeared, he first said hello to old Bass, and then said hello to Louis: "Louis, you don't look very good."

"As the president of the operations department, I don't even know the actions of my subordinates. Do you think I look good?" Louie asked in a deep voice, "Jerry, do you think that if you ask Dr. Bass to stand up for you, I will Will Kobe come to the forum to try out?"

West's doubts lasted only a few seconds.

This is what he and Little Bass made an appointment to do. Since it is a play, it must be done.

"I'm just." West looked at Old Buss, hoping that he could save himself from the sea of ​​misery, "Jerry, what do you think?"

Old Buss's performance vividly deduces what is "Break! Withdraw! Sell! Slip!", "I still have something to do, Jerry, call me anytime if you have any questions."

Am I **** having a problem with this now?

West's lips quivered.

"Of course, except for the next five hours, I will accompany an elegant lady to listen to the opera." Old Bass said, feeling unsafe, "Well, I still have to have a late-night snack, I am very tired today, I may Will go straight to bed so I suggest you better call me after four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh no, I've got someone to play squash tomorrow afternoon, so I'll call you the day after tomorrow if I'm all right. Goodbye, Jerry."

Jerry West took the blame for the boss's son, and then was ruthlessly betrayed by the boss. Now he can only be at the mercy of the male teacher in charge of unpacking like a rookie who is shooting his debut.

"I have nothing to say, Louis, I apologize to you and accept all administrative penalties." West paused, "You can fire me if you want."

"I think you already know how much I hate the idea of ​​adding a second high school player to the Lakers."

As soon as Louis' voice fell, West nodded.

"I know ~www.readwn.com~ but Kobe is a player not to be missed."

"Damn it!" Louie said angrily, "You think I don't know how special Kobe is? You only think about how good he is, but you don't think about how arrogant his character is. Does he get along with Molly? He can accept Benj Can he play 'Meteor'? You don't **** know anything, you just know he's going to be a good player, don't I **** know he's going to be a good player? Now, you put Bass The doctor is also involved, of course I want to sell him a face and invite Kobe to try out, I hope you remember that this is the first and last time!"

In this way, West was speechless by Louis.

At that moment, the image of Louis was no longer just Louis.

The image of Louis overlapped that of West's father.

Just the same brutality.

West was speechless, and within half an hour, the entire forum office building knew that Louis had scolded West to the bottom of his head.