"Larry, are you interested in making a deal?" The two of them were so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar with each other. Angie didn't politely argue with Bird at all, and directly expressed his purpose.

"Tell me," Bird leaned his back on the boss's chair and signaled that Old Dennis would sit down first.

"I heard you want to trade Jermaine (O'Neal)?" Angie asked.

"Stop kidding, Jermaine is our non-sale product." Bird is well aware of the skills of trading negotiation and must not let his opponent know your next operation, otherwise he will fall into a passive position.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll hang up first." An Ji is also an old man, so he naturally refused to suffer losses and threatened to hang up the phone.

"Okay, tell me your bargaining chips, but I have something to say first, don't think about using a cat or a dog to talk to me." Bird said bluntly.

"Sign No. 5." Anji said.

"Haha," Bird sneered, "Danny, if that's the case, I think we have nothing to talk about. Tell me who can I choose with the No. 5 pick in this year's draft? Oden or Durant? Do you want to use a worthless signing for a six-time All-Star player in the year of playing?"

"Jermaine is no longer as brave as she used to be. You and I know this." Angie's voice sounded calm, and she was not angry because of Bird's ridicule.

"Nonsense!" Bird curled his lips, "Jermaine can still get 20 plus 10 data this year. He is only 29 years old now, at his peak."

"But his shooting percentage is only 43%, and his defensive end is not as good as before, and there are hidden dangers of injury." Anji retorted.

"He has played 69 games this year, and he is so healthy that he can't be healthy anymore. If you only have this little chip, I can only say sorry. I can't make this deal. Indiana fans will scold me to death." Bird said.

"Okay," Angie sighed, "What do you want?"

"I want Paul (Pearce)." Bird spoke directly.

Old Dennis, sitting on the sofa, gave Bird a thumbs up when he heard the asking price.

"You know I can't promise you." Anji said helplessly, "change some sincerity."

Bird quickly passed the chips that the Celtics now had through his mind, picked up the tap pen on the table and wrote, "This year's No. 5 draw, plus Big Al (Jefferson)......"

"No!" Anji refused decisively, "Al is our future, and I can't give up on him."

"Stop talking nonsense," Bird said disdainfully. "Al's data this year looks good, but I know how bad his defense is, and he is also a black hole on the offensive end."

"Since that's the case, why do you still want him?" Anji asked back.

"I always have to explain to Indiana fans, at least he seems to be able to make fans like it." Bird said after thinking.

"Larry, for the sake of the old man's face, I have to keep Al?" Anji's tone softened and he began to play the emotional card.

"You still want to trade Al?" Bird asked tentatively.

"You don't have to worry about this, Al can't give it to you."

"Did they start forcing you after the old man passed away?"

Bird knew that Angie had not had a good time in the past two years. In the past season, the Celtics set a new record for the team's lowest winning rate. The team's star Paul Pierce was extremely dissatisfied with the management and threatened to leave the team.

Especially after Cardinal Auerbach passed away, he lost his backer. If the team's record has not improved in the past two years, the new boss will probably attack the management, and Danny Angie will be the first to be affected.

"You can give you the No. 5 sign, but Al can't, change the chips." Angie was silent for a while, and did not answer Bird's question.

"Okay, I'll think about it again." Bird hesitated and wrote a few names on the paper, "I want the No. 5 sign, and KP (Kendrick Perkins), plus Rajon (Rondo)."

"Rajon can't give you, he's our starting point guard," Angie said. "But I can change you to Deronti (West), who scored 12.2 points last season, or Sebastian (Terfire) too."

"Unless I'm stupid," Bird said angrily, "I heard that these two boys have bad tempers. I don't want to mess up the locker room."

"Okay, I need to think about it." Angie said.

"By the way!" Bird seemed to remember something, "I still need the No. 32 sign this year."

"Larry," Angie raised his voice, he was very dissatisfied with Bird's price increase, "Don't be too greedy!"

"I don't care," Bird said, "there must be a 32-bit card in the chips, otherwise there will be no talks."

Angie frowned before the phone. Although Bird was very stingy, he was not a greedy person at the negotiating table. For some reason, he had to add No. 32 to the negotiation.

"Who do you want to choose?" Anji asked.

"I can't tell you this?" Bird smiled.

"It's really not negotiable? I can change the bargaining chips for you." Anji said.

Although the No. 32 draw is the second round, there will always be a few leftovers at the draft every year, and it is very important to have the right to choose at this time.

Nowadays, the team general managers are paying more and more attention to second-round picks, especially for the top picks in the second round, with market value of millions of dollars, because you are likely to choose star players like Arenas and Ginobili in the second round.

Hoarding second-round picks can be said to be a low-risk, high-return investment.

Even if the second round pick is not played, no one will blame you, because everyone knows how low the success rate of the second round pick is.

"Just this chip, you should think about it carefully." Bird said, and hung up the phone without waiting for Angie to reply.

"Larry, do we really want to trade Jermaine?" Old Dennis asked uneasy.

Bird sighed: "We are about to rebuild. Jermaine will be able to waste his peak time in vain. Boston will have big moves soon. Jermaine will be able to help them win the game. If this deal can be reached, it will be a win-win for both of us."

Old Danny nodded. Although he understood Bird's approach, he was still reluctant to part with O'Neal from a relationship. After all, he has made great contributions to the team over the years.

"Are you coming here for that Chinese kid?" Bird asked.

Old Dennis said solemnly: "I can guarantee that Li has never made any fakes about his age. Those media are deliberately slandering him!"

Bird laughed when he heard this: "Brother was almost 23 years old when he entered the NBA to play. He could still make everyone shit. Do you know why I had to add the No. 32 sign in the chips?"

"You want to choose him with the No. 32 sign?" Old Dennis widened his eyes, "But don't we already have No. 37 sign?"
Chapter completed!