NBA: Goat is actually me

Chapter 12 Broker

"Where the hell is this?"

Meng Jin felt a headache when he opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment.

"Where the hell is this? Oh, this is my hotel room." Pippen rubbed his temple and said.

"How much did you drink yesterday?" Meng Jin glanced at Pippen who looked in pain.

"Drunk, you too." Pippen continued to rub his temple.

"It's better to avoid alcohol in the future. It will paralyze our nerves."

After Meng Jin finished speaking, Pippen nodded: "Totally agree."

Both of them drank too much yesterday. Meng Jin had a blackout and Pippen wasn't much better.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The knocking on the door had been going on for quite a while, but the two were still in a daze, their brains were slow to react, and they did not open the door immediately.

Pippen slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot, we have guests coming."

"Male and female?"

"male."

"Then I should go."

Pippen glanced at him and said, "I'm here to see you."

Meng Jin: "I'm straight, thank you."

Pippen walked to the door and opened it: "Jimmy, you're here, he's in there."

Pippen's agent Jimmy Sexton appeared in front of Meng Jin.

"Hey! Meng, I'm Scottie's agent. Your performance during the invitational tournament was impressive. Believe me, you definitely need an agent. I can take care of all your off-court affairs. All you have to do is focus on playing."

Jimmy Sexton said a lot of BALABALA.

If these words were spoken by another agent, Meng Jin might believe them, but if they were spoken by Jimmy Sexton, Meng Jin would never believe them.

According to Meng Jin's few memories of the ancient NBA, Pippen's crappy 7-year, $1800 million contract was signed by him. Later, the salary cap increased significantly, and Pippen's annual salary ranked outside the top 100 in the league, which was very pitiful.

It seems that this agent once cheated Pippen of his money. Meng Jin couldn't remember clearly, but he had a bad impression of him anyway.

Of course, these are not the main reasons.

Meng Jin glanced at Jimmy Sexton and said, "Dude, you're too late. I already have an agent."

After this statement came out, Pippen was the most surprised: "Wait, after the first game, didn't you say you didn't have an agent?"

Meng Jin glanced at Pippen and said, "That's right. I had it in the second game."

Pippen became even more confused after hearing this.

"When? How come I didn't know?"

"When you go to the bathroom."

"Just those few minutes?"

Meng Jin nodded: "That's enough."

Then Meng Jin’s thoughts were pulled back to one day ago.

"Hello, Meng, let me introduce myself first. I am David Falk, a professional agent from Roshev, and also your alumnus at Syracuse University. I have been following you for a long time, since the NCAA finals. You are a guy who can play in the NBA and win a place there."

"What do you want to say?" Meng Jin was a little impatient. Falk's opening remarks were too long, and Meng Jin liked to get straight to the point.

"Haha, Meng, I like your directness." Falk said with a professional fake smile: "Do you need an agent?"

"I need to."

"I have a lot of experience as an agent. I've been doing this since 1976. I was the agent for John Lucas and Adrian Daintree and now Michael Jordan."

"Okay, it's you. When do you sign the contract?"

"What? Is that it?" Falk was extremely surprised. He had never met such a player.

"You think it's too soon? Then you can come back to me in a month." Falk quickly explained: "No, no, no, I'm just a little confused as to why you agreed right away. Is it because I'm Jordan's agent? Are you his fan?"

"No, because you are the first agent to approach me, which proves that you have good taste."

Meng Jin's words sounded a bit pretentious.

In addition to this, there is another very important reason why Meng Jin chose Falk, that is, this guy has a good reputation, but this is from the perspective of a time traveler, so I can't say it.

"Then let's discuss the details of the contract some other time. See you later."

Falk hugged Meng Jinlai with a happy look on his face. Everything went so smoothly that it was a little too easy.

At this time, Pippen lowered his head to tie his belt and slowly walked out of the bathroom.
After Meng Jin told all this, Pippen glanced at the side and said, "Jimmy, you are a step late."

Jimmy Sexton shrugged: "Meng, nothing is settled yet. If you change your mind, contact me."

Jimmy Sexton handed his business card to Meng Jin, then turned around and left.

Meng Jin also threw the business card into the trash can in a cool manner, and the two did it almost at the same time.

"boom!"

As the door closed, Pippen glanced at Meng Jin and said, "Do you hate that guy so much?"

"It's not that I hate it, it's just that I don't need it anymore." Meng Jin looked down at the business card in the trash can.

"He's a nice guy," Pippen said in defense of his agent.

"I don't understand him as a person, I just know he is not professional enough." Meng Jin said mercilessly.

"I don't think that's the case." Pippen continued to refute.

"Scottie, how many players does he have?"

"As far as I know, I'm the only one right now," Pippen replied.

"What about before?"

"It seems not."

"Then he is a rookie like you. I suggest you change him. It will be good for your career."

Meng Jin is genuinely thinking about his friends.

Pippen asked, "Who?"

"It's all right, the one with more experience."

Pippen thought for a moment and said, "No, I think Jimmy is pretty good. He can help me with some chores and family matters."

Pippen's biggest shortcoming is that he doesn't listen to advice, otherwise he wouldn't have signed a low-priced long-term contract.

Meng Jin didn't say anything. Since Pippen had said so much, he could only respect the fate of others.

Meng Jin checked the time: "Scottie, I have to go, my flight is this afternoon."

"Going back to school?"

"Yeah, I have to keep training and wait for the next training camp or tryouts."

"Good luck, Meng."

"You too, Scotty."

After the two hugged each other, Pippen turned and went to the bathroom, and then frantically harvested all the shampoo, shower gel, toothpaste and all the disposable items that could be taken away.

Pippen was used to doing this. He was born into a poor family and his family conditions were not good since childhood.

Seeing Meng Jin's gaze, Pippen was a little embarrassed: "Some daily necessities that my brothers and sisters can use."

Pippen is still sensitive, which is a common problem among the lower class people in small towns. Meng Jin's look just now did not have any malice, but it hurt him.

To say that the stab wound was a bit serious is to say that it hurts one's pride a bit.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Meng Jin walked up to Pippen and said, "You keep all the good stuff for yourself? That's really not nice of you, Scottie!" Then, Meng Jin took a bottle of shampoo from Pippen and said, "This brand of shampoo is good. Leave one for me."

Pippen smiled and said nothing.

After hugging each other again, the two separated temporarily.

(End of this chapter)