Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 114: Making Money Quietly
Donald Yu, 46 years old, is a professional sports agent.

In 1998, he was just a small legal consultant in a sports agency, handling paperwork for professional players, and was trying to find a breakthrough in his career.

At that time, a college scout recommended Tom Brady, the quarterback who had just entered his senior year and the main quarterback of the Michigan Wolverines, to Donald Yu, opening a window of opportunity for the legal adviser.

But Donald Yu did not rush. He watched every game of Brady, including the Orange Bowl that year, in which the Michigan Wolverines defeated the Alabama Crimson Tide by 14 points.

Although Brady performed well with the Michigan Wolverines and led the team to many counterattacks, he was nicknamed "the comeback kid" by the media; but Brady was thin and his performance in the training camp was mediocre, which made people worry that he could not withstand the intensity of the professional league and his draft prospects were not optimistic.

Different agents contacted Brady one after another, but Brady finally chose Donald Yu.

In the following year's draft, Brady was indeed not favored and was not selected until the 199th pick in the sixth round by the New England Patriots.

However, fifteen years later, Brady led the New England Patriots to seven Super Bowls and won four of them.

Everything proves Donald Yu's wisdom and decision-making back then.

There is no doubt that Brady is the superstar at the top of the current NFL pyramid.

but!

Donald Yu has never publicized his success and has always kept a low profile, making a lot of money quietly.

In 2007, Donald Yu, as Brady's agent, announced that their family had added a new member, a boy.

Amid the heated discussion, many people in the football industry, including professionals who specialize in studying agents, expressed confusion:

Donald Yu, who is it?

Imagine that in 2016, when the Internet and smartphones are so developed and social networks are widely popularized, Levi couldn't even search for a photo of Donald Yu and Tom Brady.

is it possible?
There are two possibilities.

First, Levi met a liar who used the name of Donald Yu to defraud people.

Second, maybe someone accidentally took a photo of Donald Yu and Brady, but no one could recognize Donald. All the focus was on Brady. If the correct keywords could not be entered, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, so it could not be found.

It is no longer the era where good wine needs no bush. Levi has become accustomed to seeing his agent's name appear in various sports news:
Jeff Schwartz, Jorge Mendes, Jonathan Barnett, Scott Boras, Rich Paul, and many more.

These agents receive as much exposure as any top player.

In a sense, they have also become celebrities, using media publicity to increase their influence, deify their halo, and ultimately achieve more goals.

However, Donald Yu still remains so low-key, neither arrogant nor impetuous, neither humble nor overbearing, and does things down to earth. He is definitely a breath of fresh air.

More importantly, Donald Yu’s list of football clients is not long, but not short either:

Julian Edelman, wide receiver

Jimmy Garoppolo, quarterback.

Sean Peyton, head coach.

Etc., etc.

A careful look at the list of all of Donald Yu's football clients will reveal that the list is arranged alphabetically by last name.

Perhaps, for the NFL, Brady is currently the league's most appealing and dominant top quarterback, but for Donald Yu's agency, Brady does not seem more important than when he was selected in the sixth round in 1999, at least on the surface.

Things are a bit interesting.

Compared with those uniformly similar suits, this Donald Yu is quite interesting.

In this way, his Chinese identity is no longer important, it can be regarded as an extra point. What really makes people curious is his business ability. Levi can't help but wonder what Donald Yu will say when they meet next time?

He let out a long breath and went back to the dormitory to change clothes and pack his things. Before he could even push open the dormitory door, it was pushed open first.

My roommate Simon Hunter was just about to come out, "Hey, man, is training over?"

Levi glanced behind Hunter. It was empty, no one else was there. "Are you acting alone today?"

Hunter said righteously, "Who do you think I am? The end of the semester is coming, and it's time to study. I'm such a well-behaved model student, and my mind is full of study. I don't know what you are talking about. I'm going to the library now, and there will be no seats left in a while."

After saying this, he held his head high and chest out, with a righteous and stern expression.

Levi pointed to the books in Hunter's hand, "Are you sure?"

The book on top was last year's December Girl. If Levi remembered correctly, it was Hunter's favorite.

Hunter's expression froze, and he silently stuffed the top magazine into his pocket, then straightened his chest again and continued to look at Levi with confidence.

Levi nodded slightly, "That makes a lot more sense. By the way, will there be no seats in the library after dinner? Some players on the football team need tutoring, and we were thinking of going there tonight. What should we do? There are a lot of us. Do we need to go there now to reserve a seat?"

Hunter naturally pretended that nothing had happened and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, the Crimson Tide is now the pride of the University of Alabama. Wherever you go, there will be whistles and cheers."

"Go to the library, and someone will be willing to give you a seat."

"Even if not, you can always go to the study room specially prepared by the school, which is where the players are guaranteed to have space to study."

Levi, "OK. Have fun learning."

Hunter, “Happy learning.”

The two men high-fived, stepped aside, and headed in different directions.

Meanwhile, the Crimson Tide, who have had a smooth season, are now worried about their studies.

On the other side, Lamar Jackson was also on the verge of exploding.

"Calm down, calm down, Lamar, you just fell asleep, you just had a nightmare, calm down, don't panic, it was all just a nightmare."

The bustling crowd around was trying to help Jackson regain his sanity.

Jackson wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and realized that he had just fallen asleep while reading in the library. So, what happened?
"Lamar, this is all just a nightmare. You've woken up now. Don't worry, the nightmare won't become reality."

"So, what did you dream about just now? Why do you look like you saw Cthulhu's sanity level drop to the bottom?"

Which pot does not open which pot.

Jackson's mind immediately reappeared the figure of Levi——

Grass!
It has been three days since the Alabama Crimson Tide vs. Louisiana State Tigers game, but Levi is still lingering around.

Levi Levi Levi...

The endless and restless Levi.

He is obviously Lamar Jackson, but almost everyone who sees him is talking about Levi. Reporters are annoyed by him, and so are coaches and teammates. Now they don't even let him go when he sleeps?

"Lamar, you're not dreaming about Levi, are you?"

Jackson: Grass.

(End of this chapter)