"Stop with me, I have some serious business to find you today."

"The first thing is the trial of the rookie. We have so many draft picks in our hands. You should try out the rookie, right?"

"Damn, how many draft picks do we have?"

Old Thomas is very uncomfortable. As the helmsman of the team, he can't remember how many draft picks he has in his team.

Kongbu started counting with his fingers.

"The No. 3 and No. 23 from the Nuggets."

"Wait, the Nuggets' No. 3 and No. 23? Where did this come from? When did it happen?"

Old Thomas was stunned. He now truly felt the feelings of General Manager Glenn. He knew nothing about such a big thing happened in the team.

"The Celtics' No. 13 draw, which was obtained in the Snow trade."

"Pistol's No. 10 sign, this is exchanged for our No. 29 sign."

"Supersonic's No. 27 draw, this is what Boss got in the transaction."

"The Trail Blazers' No. 21 draw, which is obtained in the transaction of Christie."

"There is also a second round No. 29 that we brought."

"So we have a total of 7 draft picks, including 3 lottery draws, three first-round picks with more than 20 picks, and one second-round pick."

Conbu did not answer the old Thomas' question, so as not to talk nonsense around with his big mouth and spread it to the ears of Martial Saint and Camby.

“7 draft picks? Six first round picks?”

"You kid is a robber, right? Where did you grab so many draft picks?"

Old Thomas was speechless. The Raptors' current family background is a bit strong enough to make him collapse.

The Raptors who have been raising me for two years are not as good as one-tenth of the Raptors this season.

The Raptors are not only luxurious in lineup, but also numerous All-Stars. The key is that they also hold so many high picks. Old Thomas has lived for most of his life and has never seen such an outrageous thing.

He secretly thanked that Kong Bu was his own. If other teams were so strong and had so many draft picks, he would have died in jealousy.

"You can do the rookie trial training by yourself. I don't have time to try it out now."

"If you don't want to do it, then let Glen do it. You can't really treat people as a ticket manager, right?"

Kong Bu has no interest in rookie trials.

He has a God's perspective. He knows better than anyone else about which rookies can rise. Why waste time trying out?

However, it is not possible to not try out. After all, there are so many draft picks in hand, and a rookie doesn't try out. He chooses with his eyes closed, and then he chooses all superstars, which is too suspicious.

So I simply gave this job to Old Thomas.

"I don't have time, so let Glenn do it."

"You don't have time? I can't imagine that you have any job to be busy with now." Conbuna was puzzled.

I want to lead the team to the Eastern Conference Finals. What is the work of Old Thomas?

"I want to watch the game!"

"I want to witness Jordan being blocked by my Raptors from the Finals."

"I want to see Jordan's crying nose."

Old Thomas said shamelessly.

Kong Bu was powerless to complain, Lao Deng’s desire for revenge was really strong, and he still missed the matter of Chen Zhimao and Rotten Millet.

Also, your Raptors? How do you have the nerve to say it?
Chapter completed!