Before Michael Jordan could introduce Yang Mo to 'Lu', Lu had already taken the initiative to speak: "Mr. Jordan, I don't want to work as an assistant anymore. I think my abilities are enough to be the head of the agency department. I am Ivy
After graduating from graduate school, if I continue to work as a handyman assistant, my classmates will laugh at me."
Michael Jordan was a little embarrassed by Lu's strong speech. He glanced at his assistant to the president, who shrugged helplessly. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Yes, you are excellent, but...your age..."
Michael Jordan still wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but Lu couldn't wait to interrupt him and handed over a piece of A4 paper forcefully: "This is my resignation letter. I quit."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Yang Mo looked at her leaving figure and couldn't help but scream for her: This girl is so handsome and has such a personality. She actually fired her boss so easily, and the boss was still Michael Jordan.
Seeing Lu walking away without looking back, Michael Jordan froze on the spot, laughed twice awkwardly, patted Yang Mo on the shoulder, and apologized: "I'm sorry, my employees made you laugh."
"No, no. I think she has a lot of personality." Yang Mo expressed his favorable opinion simply.
"She is really an exception. The Chinese girls I have met before are all very reserved. What happened in your country?" Michael Jordan asked curiously.
"I don't know what happened. It may be because the ratio of men to women is imbalanced, which makes girls become more independent and stronger." Yang Mo shrugged and said helplessly.
"Oh, this is really bad." Michael Jordan patted his head and said regretfully: "No man would like a man who is above him, right?"
"This is a philosophical question." Yang Mo said thoughtfully.
"Haha! You are so funny." Michael Jordan laughed twice, put his arm around Yang Mo's shoulders, and whispered: "Okay, this matter is settled, I will select you at the end of the first round.
.This is my promise to you. Don’t tell anyone. The alliance will think that we have reached some private agreement.”
"Understood, I understand." Yang Mo nodded distressedly. He was not worried about not having a team to choose from before, but now it's fine. Both teams have made promises. One of them is the god of basketball Michael Jordan, and the other one directly offered.
Got a rookie contract that was irresistible.
After Yang Mo nodded, he said goodbye: "Then, I'm going to train first."
"Come on, relax and enjoy these two days." Michael Jordan waved to Yang Mo. At this moment, he regarded Yang Mo as a member of the Bobcats.
Yang Mo waved to him politely and walked out of the coffee shop quickly.
After Yang Mo walked out of the coffee shop, Jordan's assistant walked up and said to Michael with a bitter face: "Boss, are you really planning to sign this kid?"
"Why not?" Michael Jordan shrugged, as if he should.
Jordan paused, stared at the resignation letter in his hand, and said with a straight face: "What did you do with Lu's matter? For such an outstanding talent, you didn't do a good job in her psychological work? Let her resign?"
"I…"
"I'll give you two days to deal with this matter." Jordan also waved his hand, stuffed the resignation letter into Clayson's arms, and walked out quickly.
Claeson held the resignation letter in his hand, and a feeling of frustration surged into his heart: F**K-chinese, you are always the one causing trouble.
Claeson cursed in his heart, and the two people he cursed met in the aisle next to the physical training camp. At this time, Lu was squatting on the steps and crying sadly, while Yang Mo stood beside him and watched patiently.
It depends on how long this strong girl will cry.
Yang Mochu stood with his waist 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? Are you amazing at playing basketball? They are all limbs."
A simple-minded idiot."
When Yang Mo heard this, he was happy. He smiled and said, "Are you scolding Michael Jordan, or are you scolding me?"
"You're all scolding me!" Miss Lu gritted her teeth and said viciously, "You guys who play basketball are all idiots."
"Hey, you went a little too far with your map art." Yang Mo knelt down and corrected Miss Lu's mistake: "You should say that most basketball players are idiots, not all, like me, I
very smart."
"Tch." Miss Lu snorted, a little disdainfully: "How smart are you? Why didn't I see it?"
"If I make a decision now, you will definitely think that I am smart." Yang Mo deliberately seduced.
"What?" Miss Lu raised her head and asked doubtfully.
"I'll hire you as an agent." Yang Mo shrugged and said, "Didn't you say that you came from an Ivy League school? Didn't you say that you are capable enough to be the head of the Bobcats' agency? I think I should hire you.
It’s definitely a good deal to be a broker.”
"Huh, you're still a little smart." Miss Lu wiped her tears and finally stopped crying. She stopped crying, wiped away her tears, put on her previous strong face, and said, "I tell you, I smoked
The commission is not cheap.”
"In addition to the NBA contract, how about I give you 8% of the rest of the commercial sponsorship?" Yang Mo said with a smile.
"No, it's too low. All big-name agents charge 30%."
"How about this? Every time you have a business contract, I will give you a base price. If you can get any premium based on this base price, I will give you half of the extra amount. How about that?" Yang Mo said deliberately:
"If you are confident in your ability, I think you will definitely choose the second option."
Yang Mo was so agitated, and Miss Lu really took advantage of it. She thought for a moment and asked, "What if you ask for a ridiculous price?"
"Don't worry, I will make an estimate based on their quotation. This can be written into the contract."
"Okay, let's sign the contract." Upon hearing this, Miss Lu stood up, stretched out her hand to Yang Mo, and introduced herself: "My name is Lu Xueman, and from today on, you will be my player. I will
Package you in all aspects and make you the second Yao Ming."
"Then I'll trouble you." Yang Mo shook her hand briefly.
"By the way, you should be selected, right? If no one wants you in the draft, I won't be happy for nothing."
"Didn't you see that your former boss was so full of praise for me?" Yang Mo chuckled 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 after I've drafted it."
After Yang Mo exchanged phone calls with her, he walked to the training gym. He wanted to practice three-pointers for a while. The things taught by the shooting coach in Miami were really useful. Now he feels that his shooting is much more accurate than before.
