NBA: Goat is actually me

Chapter 13 There’s no way to keep the child now!

After the plane landed, Meng Jin went straight to Syracuse University.

He wanted to share the joy of winning the MVP with his mentor Boeheim as soon as possible.

Without his mentor’s recommendation, he couldn’t even get into the invitational tournament, let alone the MVP.

During this short flight, Meng Jin was not idle. He approached three flight attendants and was successful with two of them.

Meng Jin's image is still very popular in North America. He is tall, big and strong enough.

After arriving at Boeheim's office, Meng Jin pretended to be very disappointed. He wanted to give Boeheim a surprise.

In this era, information dissemination was not well developed, and Boeheim did not know Meng Jin's performance in the training camp.

But looking at his expression, Boeheim felt that he had guessed it.

This kid must have been frustrated!

"Meng, cheer up! You are still young. Under my training, you will definitely be able to exchange your talents. Start practicing hard this summer. No, start practicing hard today! Let us dominate the NCAA together. Not one championship, but two or three!"

Boeheim became more and more excited as he spoke, gesticulating and speaking passionately.

"Coach, I plan on putting in tons of sweat this summer."

"Good boy." Boeheim nodded with satisfaction.

"But it's not to control the NCAA, it's to enter the NBA."

After saying this, Meng Jin took out the MVP trophy from his bag.

Boeheim didn't react at first. What is this trophy that is as ugly as a toilet?
After Meng Jin explained, Boeheim realized that this was the Portsmouth Invitational Tournament MVP trophy.

Coach Boeheim was completely dumbfounded.

"Some scouts have talked to me and I have a chance to make it to the NBA this year."

"Coach? Coach? What's wrong with you?"

Boeheim obviously didn't manage his facial expression well, which made Meng Jin notice something unusual.

"Meng, your performance is beyond my imagination."

Meng Jin hugged Boeheim and said, "Coach, without you I would not be qualified to participate in this invitational tournament. Thank you. I think you must be very proud of me now."

"I'm really proud of you." Boeheim patted Meng Jin's back hard.

His original intention was to make Meng Jin suffer, but he ended up winning the MVP!

Now there is no way to keep the child!

"Here is the key to the gym. You can go there to train anytime, 24 hours a day! If you need anything else, just tell me and I will do my best to help you. No matter what difficulties you encounter, I will stand behind you. I am your most steadfast supporter!"

Boeheim felt that since he couldn't keep the child, he might as well let him go and fly, fully supporting him in pursuing his dreams.

Sometimes, a coach's mental activities are similar to those of a father.

Meng Jin was very moved. Although he made some friends during his time in the United States, he encountered more discrimination in the context of that era. It was rare to find someone like his coach who truly cared about him.

Meng Jin glanced at Boeheim and said, "Coach, to be honest, I want to ask you for a favor."

"explain."

"I want you to help me find a lawyer."

"What do you need a lawyer for?"

"I'm going to sign a contract with my agent tomorrow and I need a lawyer to help me look at the contract."

Meng Jin was well aware of the principle that every profession has its own expertise. If there was a loophole in the contract, he might not be able to find it even if he stared at it for two hours.

Boeheim was silent for a moment: "Actually, I once taught myself law for a period of time."

"Coach, I want a professional lawyer."

Boeheim smiled awkwardly. It was obvious that Meng Jin did not understand his dry humor. However, this was not Meng Jin's fault. Boeheim seldom joked, which made his jokes sound a bit stiff, like serious facts.

The next morning, Meng Jin was awakened by a phone call.

Meng Jin picked up the phone from the bedside table. It was a Motorola phone, as big as a brick.

To this day, Meng Jin is still not used to taking out a brick-like phone, but there is nothing he can do about it, this is the way things are in this era. If Meng Jin wants to use a smartphone, he will have to wait at least another 20 years.

A very scary number.
The only advantage Meng Jin could think of with the mobile phone was self-defense. If someone got into a conflict with him, it would probably be very painful if this big brick hit them.

"Meng, are you up?" Falk's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Just slept."

"What!? Did you go out to party all night? Have you forgotten that you are a player who is about to participate in the draft? It is very dangerous for you to ruin your body like this!"

Falk spoke for a while on the other end of the phone, and Meng Jin smiled and said, "I was just kidding, David. I slept well last night and I'm full of energy now."

"I'm almost at Syracuse University. Am I ready to sign?"

"see you later."

The two were scheduled to meet in Boeheim's office.

When David Falk pushed the door open, Meng Jin, Boeheim and the lawyer were already inside.

"Oh! What a big scene!" David Falk joked and immediately changed his form: "Hello, I'm David Falk, a professional agent at Roshev Company."

Falk stepped forward and shook hands with Boeheim.

"Hello, David, I'm Boeheim, Meng's coach, and this is our attorney, Zach."

"Coach Boeheim, I'm honestly a fan of yours, and your lineups are impressive."

"David, I've heard of your name before. Not every manager can control a player of Jordan's level."

Meng Jin standing aside had a blank expression on his face. It seemed that even America couldn't avoid mutual commercial flattery.

The two of them stopped talking and quickly got into the topic of today.

Falk took out a prepared contract from his briefcase and said, "I won't beat around the bush. I know what everyone is concerned about. According to the contents of this contract, Meng, I will take 10% of your future salary and 20% of the commercials as my commission."

"Seize the young master?"

In an instant, Falk's image in Meng Jin's mind changed from a good man to a vampire.

"Do you think this rate is reasonable?" Meng Jin turned and asked the lawyer beside him.

"I'm sorry, I'm a lawyer. My job is to check the contract. It's not my responsibility to decide whether the draw is reasonable or not," said lawyer Zack seriously.

"This ratio is reasonable." Coach Boeheim whispered into Meng Jin's ear.

"Is this fucking reasonable?" Meng Jin spread his hands and almost shouted out loud.

"As far as the entire NBA is concerned, this price is considered reasonable. Nowadays, the commission of agents' salaries is generally around 15%, and the commission from advertising is even higher." Boeheim is obviously knowledgeable and gave Meng Jin a brief explanation.

Meng Jin suddenly realized that he was now living in the 80s, and the rule that the salary deduction could not exceed 4% was issued in 1993 in the parallel world.

"I suddenly don't want to hire an agent anymore."

After Meng Jin finished speaking, Boeheim lowered his voice and said, “Meng, if you want to play professional basketball, you must hire an agent. They will help you solve most of the troubles, both on and off the court.

Of course Meng Jin knew that what he just said was a joke.

"So do you think I should sign?" Meng Jin asked the coach for his opinion.

Boeheim thought for a moment and said, "David Falk has a good reputation in the industry, and this draw point is within the acceptable range."

"OK, I understand."

While the two were communicating, Falk sat quietly by the side. He had experienced too many negotiations and knew that he should give the client some time to discuss.

While Meng Jin and Boeheim were discussing, lawyer Zack had already reviewed the contract.

“There is no problem with this contract.”

After Zach finished speaking, Meng Jin looked at Falk: "David, give me the pen."

Hearing this, David Falk smiled and it was done.

If this is the general practice in the industry during this period, Meng Jin can accept it.

Since the money has to be spent, it is better to hire a reliable agent. If you encounter a fraudulent agent like Barkley, not only will you be charged by him, but you will also be cheated of your money. Just thinking about it makes me want to fight.

(End of this chapter)