His agent has actually reported to Sean that the team's lineup is unreasonable. If New York is so rich, why not hire a free market shark?

The Lakers have been selling him, and he would be much more comfortable with Little Shark.

But it didn't reach Jiang Chao's ears, and was suppressed by Sean:

"Doesn't this mean you get more playing time? Against heavy centers, you have to be the one on the inside."

This made Jerome feel a little more comfortable. In this era, there are many tall and strong physical insiders. The Knicks also stocked up on him and Eddy Curry, but with the largest contract in his career, he is not here to be a model worker.

He wants to play the twin towers so that he can have the opportunity to score points and gain statistics.

If he is really the only human shield inside, then he won't have the energy to attack at all. You must know that he is already very fat. It would be uncomfortable to think about relying on him to guard the opponent's heavy inside on the defensive end.

He glanced at the other two white insiders in the locker room and shook his head disdainfully. David Lee and Okur didn't care about him, because whether they could resist those insiders was one thing, but whether they dared to resist them was another.

It's another thing. If they were asked to stand up to O'Neal, they wouldn't give in!

"Zhazha, rely on grandpa to grab the boards for you next season."

"You idiots, don't get passed by in one step, this is the NBA!"

At this time, Beverly, who had a bad temper, was holding a kneepad for him from behind, and couldn't bear it anymore:

"What the hell are you talking about here? Why don't you go find the boss!"

"What's the point of bullying us? You're not O'Neal, what are you pretending to be here???"

"Who do you think you are, lick it for me!!"

Just when Jerome James wanted to go further, the young marshal walked out of the conference room and patted the wall:

"What are you doing? Training."

Jerome frowned, continued eating donuts, and slowly changed into his shorts.

"Hey, Jerome, right? Back to the team, throw away the donuts."

Stevens smiled and nodded.

But Jerome James was unmoved and took out another one from Curry's bag.

At this time, the young marshal's expression suddenly darkened, and he frowned and said loudly:

"Should I say it again? Throw away those mother-fxxk donuts."
Chapter completed!