Chapter 28 Lu Da's Agent
Before Michael
Michael Jordan was a little embarrassed by Lu's strong speech. He looked at his president's assistant, who shrugged helplessly. It was obvious that he could do nothing about it.
"Yes, you are excellent, but...your age..."
Michael Jordan wanted to say something more, but Lu couldn't wait to interrupt him and handed over an A4 paper in a very forceful manner: "This is my resignation letter. I quit."
Having said that, he turned and left.
Yang Mo watched her leave from behind, and couldn't help but applaud her in her heart: This girl is so handsome, so unique. She fired her boss so simply, and her boss was Michael Jordan.
Watching Lu walk away without looking back, Michael Jordan stood there in a daze, laughed awkwardly twice, patted Yang Mo on the shoulder, and apologized: "I'm sorry, my employee embarrassed you."
"No, no. I think she has a lot of personality." Yang Mo expressed his liking very straightforwardly.
"She is really an exception. The Chinese girls I met before were all very introverted. What happened in your country?" Michael Jordan asked curiously.
"I don't know what happened. Maybe it's because of the imbalance in the ratio of men to women, which leads to girls becoming more independent and stronger." Yang Mo shrugged and said helplessly.
"Oh, that's terrible." Michael Jordan patted his head and said regretfully, "No man would like a woman who is superior to him, right?"
"This is a philosophical question." Yang Mo said thoughtfully.
"Haha! You're really funny." Michael Jordan laughed twice, put his arm around Yang Mo's shoulders, and whispered, "Okay, it's settled. I'll select you at the end of the first round. This is my promise to you. Don't tell anyone. The league will think we have reached some private agreement."
"I understand. I understand." Yang Mo nodded in distress. He had not been worried about not having a team to choose him. Now, two teams have made promises. One of them is the god of basketball, Michael Jordan, and the other one directly offered a rookie contract that was impossible to refuse.
After Yang Mo nodded, he said goodbye: "Then, I will go to training first."
"Bye, relax and enjoy these two wonderful days." Michael Jordan waved to Yang Mo. At this moment, he already regarded Yang Mo as a member of the Bobcats.
Yang Mo waved at him politely and walked out of the cafe quickly.
After Yang Mo walked out of the coffee shop, Jordan's assistant walked up to him and said to Michael with a bitter face, "Boss, are you really going to sign this kid?"
"Why not?" Michael Jordan shrugged his shoulders, looking as if it should be so.
Jordan paused, staring at the resignation letter in his hand, and said with a straight face: "What did you do with Lu's matter? You didn't do a good job of psychological ? Let her resign?"
"I……"
"I'll give you two days to deal with this matter." Jordan waved his hand, stuffed the resignation letter into Clarkson's arms, and walked out quickly.
Clayson held the resignation letter in his hand, feeling aggrieved: FUCK Chinese, you are always the ones causing trouble.
Clayson cursed in his heart, and the two people he cursed met in the corridor next to the physical training camp. At this time, Lu Zheng was squatting on the stairs crying sadly, while Yang Mo stood by and watched patiently, trying to see how long this strong girl would cry.
Yang Mo stood with his arm bent for more than ten minutes. The girl didn't stop crying. Instead, she raised her head and yelled at him in Chinese: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman cry? Do you think playing basketball is great? You are just a bunch of idiots with strong limbs and simple minds."
Yang Mo was amused when she heard this. She smiled and said, "Are you scolding Michael Jordan or me?"
"Swear!" Miss Lu gritted her teeth and said viciously, "You basketball players are all idiots."
"Hey, you're going a little too far with this map cannon." Yang Mo squatted down and corrected Miss Lu's mistake: "You should say that most basketball players are idiots, not all of them. For example, I am very smart."
"Tsk." Miss Lu snorted lightly, a little disdainfully: "How are you so smart? Why didn't I see that?"
"If I make a decision now, you will definitely think I'm smart." Yang Mo deliberately seduced.
"What?" Miss Lu raised her head and asked in confusion.
"I'll hire you as my agent." Yang Mo shrugged and said, "Didn't you say you graduated from an Ivy League school? Didn't you say you are capable enough to be the head of the Bobcats' agency department? I think it will be a good deal to hire you as my agent."
"Hmph, you are a little smart." Miss Lu wiped her tears and finally stopped crying. She stopped crying, wiped her tears, put on her strong face and said, "Let me tell you, the commission I take is not cheap."
"Except for the NBA contract, how about I give you 8% of the rest of the commercial sponsorship?" Yang Mo said with a smile.
"No, that's too low. Big-name agents all take 30 percent."
"How about this? Every time there is a business contract, I will give you a base price. I will give you half of the extra money based on how much premium you can get on top of the base price. How about that?" Yang Mo deliberately provoked her: "If you are confident in your ability, I think you will definitely choose the second option."
Miss Lu was really pleased with Yang Mo's provocation. She thought for a moment and asked, "What if you ask for an exorbitant price?"
"Don't worry, I will make an estimate based on their quote. This can be written into the contract."
"Okay, let's sign the contract." Upon hearing this, Miss Lu stood up, extended her hand to Yang Mo, and introduced herself: "My name is Lu Xueman. From today on, you are my player. I will package you in all aspects and make you the second Yao Ming."
"Thank you for your help." Yang Mo simply shook hands with her.
"By the way, you should be selected, right? If no one wants you in the draft, I would be happy for nothing."
"Didn't you see how your former boss praised me?" Yang Mo laughed and said, "You go and draft the contract. I'll sign it after I'm sure it's correct."
"Okay, leave me your phone number and I'll call you when I've finished drafting it."
After Yang Mo exchanged phone numbers with her, he headed towards the training hall. He wanted to practice three-point shooting for a while. What the shooting coach in Miami taught him was really useful. Now he felt that his shooting was much more accurate than before.
