NBA: I can see real-time shooting percentage

Chapter 24 Signing Agent Rich Paul

The Clippers game is two days later, away to the Pelicans.

So these two days are also days when players can rest.

Qin Ming was still sleeping in his rented house that day, and he chatted with his parents for more than three hours last night.

Chatting with my father is easy.

"I've signed a formal contract."

"Very good, are you an official player now?"

"Yes!"

"Work hard and hit the ball well! Dad believes in you."

Then, the phone was snatched by my mother.

When I was at home, I always felt that my mother's nagging was very annoying, but at this moment Qin Ming felt very happy.

After making the phone call and replying a few messages, Qin Ming fell asleep.

The call was from Jerry West.

Qin Ming received a call again in a daze: "Hello?"

"It's me, Jerry West."

"Mr. Manager, what's the matter?"

"You kid fell asleep right away, do you know how busy I am?"

"Ah? What's the situation?"

"You are the star of the Los Angeles Sports Channel, kid! Many reporters wanted to interview you, and some agents couldn't find you, so they came to me."

"broker?"

"That's right, these people smelled the stench of money that was about to emanate from you, and they all followed. Your commercial value is very high, and a 25-point game is nothing, but your few key shots made you completely angry. Why don't you come here soon?"

"Oh, alright."

What is 25 points is nothing.

Only famous people dare to say such a sentence.

Qin Ming scratched his head, stood in front of the window, and was about to wash and dress up, when there was a knock on the door.

Qin Ming looked through the cat's eyes suspiciously, but found that it was blocked by his fingers.

"Alright brat, open the door!"

A familiar low voice came from outside.

It was Paul George, with some bags in his hand.

"How did you come?"

"Of course I've brought you an outfit. Look at your outfit, you don't look like a star at all. Come on, I'll make you two sets of clothes, and we'll go to the training hall together later."

Without saying a word, Paul George pulled Qin Ming to try on clothes.

The size of the clothes is basically based on the size of the jersey. I have to say that Paul George has put his heart into this wave.

Qin Ming, who is only in charge of playing and training in China, would not know which clothes look good.

But Paul George is a good player in this regard.

When he was in the Thunder, he and Westbrook stole the limelight.

"Stand up straight."

Paul George looked at Qin Ming in front of him.

This is a set of blue sweater and black casual pants. The light blue sweater is very tall. Although Qin Ming is not tall in the NBA, he is not short in real life. With a pair of nice PG2 with private goods and a necklace specially brought by Paul George, Qin Ming looks very handsome.

With a heroic face and black hair, his eyes are also very bright.

"When will I get your ears pierced?"

"No, no, no."

Qin Ming was afraid that his parents would kill him.

"Do you have a driver's license?"

"Have."

"You drive, I can read my phone."

"..."

Qin Ming helplessly faced the driver.

The two drove to the training hall.

"Oh, I'm going to see the general manager."

Qin Ming suddenly slapped his head, turned around and left.

"The stairs are here."

Paul George pointed to his side.

Qin Ming turned back and went up the stairs with an embarrassed smile.

……

……

On the other hand, Jerry West's office can be regarded as lively.

Many reporters from newspapers or TV stations gathered here, as well as several agents.

Among all of them, there was a big guy who Jerry West had to treat seriously.

dong dong dong.

Qin Ming knocked on the door and came in. He was stunned when he saw nearly ten people.

"Here you come? Sit down."

Jerry West asked Qin Ming to sit across from his desk, and said to the managers, "You can start now."

Then he admired the scenery of Los Angeles facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Hello……"

Several agents were about to speak, but one spoke first.

"Qin Ming, my name is Rich Paul, have you heard of it?"

Qin Ming looked at the other party, he obviously knew the other party's name.

This is a man who can be regarded as the number one agent in the NBA. His players include but are not limited to Simmons, Tre Young, Pope, James, Anunoby, Davis and other players, and many of them are star players.

As the agent of many stars, he has very strict requirements for each player's contract, and the asking price is very exaggerated. Basically, he is a headache for many players. He can help players complete things outside of their careers.

The NBA players who followed him were basically all well-fed and well-earned, earning a lot of money.

"I know."

The moment Qin Ming spoke up, the other managers silently retreated.

The second they saw Rich Paul, they knew they had lost.

And the reason why Qin Ming was able to come here today, that is, the reason why Jerry West called him, was largely because of this person.

"I want to be your agent."

Qin Ming looked at Jerry West.

The latter did not turn around.

"it is good."

Qin Ming didn't know much about this, but since the other party was a prestigious agent with LeBron James and other players under his banner, he was just a rookie, so it wasn't worth the other party's deceiving him.

"This is a tentative contract, you can take a look."

"No, I don't really like looking at contracts."

Qin Ming directly signed the contract with Jerry West's pen.

This time it was Rich Paul's turn to be stunned.

He laughed and said, "Agents and players are mutually successful. Thank you for your trust, Mr. Qin. We will be good partners."

"Will do."

The two stood up and shook hands, and many reporters took the time to take pictures.

"Don't put my office and my back when you post photos. Thank you."

Jerry West finally turned around.

"Now, if there is nothing else, I hope you can allow me and Qin Ming to have a separate conversation space."

Everyone retreated one after another.

"The current era is indeed different from before. This league is no longer a pure team. Players have gained more freedom and been more tempted. I have seen many players delay their great careers due to commercial reasons."

Jerry West muttered to himself.

But before Qin Ming could speak, he continued: "But you won't, I know. Are you the same as that guy, or are you the same as those two guys? The desire to win and lose is like your blood, which won't stop flowing until your heart stops. What I want to say is, keep going, boy, you still have a long way to go, and there are still more difficulties waiting for you."

(End of this chapter)