Violent striker

() Before Michael Jordan had time to introduce Yang Mo to 'Lu', Lu had already said: "Mr. As a graduate student from Ivy, 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. The assistant shrugged helplessly. Obviously, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Yes, you are excellent, but...your age..."

Michael Jordan still wanted to give a few words of encouragement, but Lu couldn't wait to interrupt him, and handed out a piece of A4 paper forcefully: "This is my resignation letter, I quit."

Then, he turned and left.

Yang Mo looked at the back of her leaving, and couldn't help saying hello to her in his heart: This girl is so handsome and has a personality.He actually fired the boss so simply, and the boss is still Michael Jordan.

Seeing Lu walking away without looking back, Michael Jordan froze on the spot, smiled awkwardly, patted Yang Mo on the shoulder, and apologized: "I'm sorry, my employee made you laugh."

"No, no. I think she has a personality." Yang Mo expressed his affection very simply.

"She is really an exception. The Chinese girls I met before were all very restrained. Has anything happened in your country?" Michael Jordan asked curiously.

"I don't know what happened. It may be because of the imbalance of male to female ratio, which caused the girls to become more and more powerful." 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?"

"This is a philosophical question." Yang Mo said thoughtfully.

"Haha! You're so funny." Michael Jordan laughed twice, stretched his arms around Yang Mo's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Okay, that's it, I'll pick you at the end of the first round. This is my promise to you, don't tell anyone, the alliance will think we have reached some private agreement."

"Understood, I understand." Yang Mo nodded distressedly. He was not worried about not having a team to choose. Now, both teams have made promises. One of them is the god of basketball, Michael Jordan, and the other is directly out. A rookie contract that people can't refuse.

After Yang Mo nodded, he said goodbye, "Then, I'll train first."

"Bye, relax, and enjoy the good time of these two days." Michael Jordan waved at 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 coffee shop quickly.

After Yang Mo walked out of the coffee shop, Assistant Jordan stepped forward 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.

Qiao Dan paused, staring at Zhong Zhong's resignation letter, and said with a stern face, "What did you do with Lu? How could you not do a good job in her psychological work with such an outstanding talent? Let her resign?"

"I…"

"I'll give you two days to deal with this matter." Jordan also shrugged, stuffed the resignation letter into Clarkson's arms, and walked out the door quickly.

Clarkson cursed in his heart, and the two people he cursed met in the aisle next to the training camp.At this time, Lu Zheng was squatting on the steps and crying bitterly, while Yang Mo stood by and watched patiently, wondering how long this strong girl would cry.

Yang Mochu stood on her waist for ten minutes, but the girl still didn't stop crying, but raised her head and yelled at him in Chinese: "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a beautiful woman cry? Is it amazing to play basketball? They are all limbs. A developed simple-minded fool."

When Yang Mo heard this, he was overjoyed.He smiled and said, "Are you scolding Michael Jordan, or are you scolding me?"

"Curse them all!" Miss Lu gritted her teeth and said viciously, "You guys who play basketball are all idiots."

"Hey, your map guns are a bit too much." Yang Mo squatted down and corrected the girl who landed: "You should, most basketball players are idiots, not all, such as me, I am very smart. "

"Cut." Miss Lu snorted softly, a little contemptuously: "How smart are you, why didn't I see it?"

"If I make a decision now, you will think I'm smart." Yang Mo seduced deliberately.

"What?" Miss Lu raised her head and asked suspiciously. <Are you from a prestigious Ivy League school?Aren't you capable enough to be the head of the Bobcats brokerage department?I think it would be a good deal to hire you as an agent. "

"Hmph, you're still a little smart." Miss Lu wiped away tears, and finally stopped crying.She stopped crying, wiped away her tears, put on her previous strong face, and said, "Let me tell you, my commission is not cheap."

"Except for the NBA contract, how about I give you [-]% of the rest of the commercial sponsorship?" Yang Mo said with a smile.

"No, it's too low. The big-name agents all take 30.00%."

"How about this, every time there is a commercial contract, I will give you a base price, and I will give you half of the extra amount if you can get any premium based on the base price?" Yang Mo said aggressively: "If you have confidence in your ability, I think you will definitely choose the second option."

Yang Mo was so excited, Miss Lu really benefited, she thought for a while, and asked: "What if you ask for a lot of money?"

"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." When Miss Lu heard this, she stood up, stretched out to Yang Mo, and introduced herself: "My name is Lu Xueman. From today on, you are my player. I will do everything package you and make you the second Yao Ming."

"Then I'll trouble you." Yang Mo briefly shook hands with her.

"By the way, you should be selected? If no one wants you in the draft, I'm not happy for nothing."

"Didn't you see that your former boss was full of praise for me?" Yang Mo chuckled and said, "You draft the contract, and I'll sign it after I'm sure it's correct."

"Alright then, leave me a phone number and I'll call you after I've drafted it."

After Yang Mo exchanged phone calls with her, he went to the training hall. He still wanted to practice three-pointers for a while. What the shooting coach in Miami taught was really useful. Now he feels that his shots are much more accurate than before.