New King of Basketball 1

"What? I inherited an NBA team?" I stared at the lawyer's letter in my hand, feeling as if cement had been poured into my throat. The game highlights of the Sacramento Kings this season are playing on the computer screen - the team's record is last in the league, there are frequent conflicts in the locker room, and after the owner died of a heart attack, this mess accidentally fell on me, an ordinary office worker. Three months ago, I was working overtime in an office building in New York to revise PPT. As a basketball fan who grew up watching the NBA, the Kings are just a background that occasionally flashes on TV. Until my lawyer told me that my wealthy uncle on the West Coast had left me shares in the team worth hundreds of millions of dollars. When the plane landed at the Sacramento Airport, the cold wind of early spring brought drizzle to my face. I stood in front of the Golden 1 Center, looking up at the faded Kings logo, and suddenly realized that this was no longer a save file in the game that could be restarted at will. Pushing open the door of the general manager's office, Divac, who was wearing a suit and leather tie, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows: "Boss, our salary space has reached the bottom. The core player Fox has applied for a trade, and the sponsor has requested to terminate the contract..." In the locker room, quarrels broke out one after another. Veteran Barnes threw the tactical board to the ground: "How can this garbage lineup make it to the playoffs?" Rookie Mitchell held his helmet without saying a word, with a band-aid on his forehead from an injury sustained during training. I held the pocket watch left by my uncle in my pocket and took a deep breath: "Everyone, from today on, I will make this team return to the top."