"Shit!" Bobby Berman cursed, saying, "Is that what I meant? Fack, you can't even understand what I'm saying anymore, Sonny, I clearly meant... clearly meant..."
Bobby wanted to deny it, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he looked into Gan Guoyang's intense gaze, those black eyes that could see through everything, and he couldn't say another word.
Seeing Bobby remain silent, Gan Guoyang chuckled triumphantly, pulled out two cigars from his pocket, tossed one to Bobby, and lit one for himself.
Blowing out a smoke ring, Gan Guoyang said, "Bobby, you have all the knowledge and skills to become a great manager. All you lack is some practice, and I believe you have no problem. People like Rick Pitino and Gavitt from college basketball can't compare to you. College and the NBA are two entirely different things; you know better than anyone."
Relaxing, Bobby also realized that Gan Guoyang was right. He had countless great strategies in his mind, but nowhere to deploy them.
