My days of working at the NBA

Chapter 62 Stepped into a Blood Pit

The two signed the contract right next to their seats in the training hall.

When Xu Chunjiao finished organizing the contract documents with a smile and put them into her briefcase, Du Ze suddenly realized that something was wrong.

How so?

Hmm! Ever since that old man Du Manjiang called him, he'd been determined to get rid of Xu Chunjiao, but now he's actually signed the agent's contract.

Why do I feel so confused?

It feels like I've been tricked.

But now that the die is cast, it's too late to back out.

After thinking it over, he decided to ask for the free service first: "Didn't you say you'd provide trainers for free?"

This is what he urgently needs right now. He doesn't need to be a professional, but at least he needs someone to pass the ball to him, retrieve it, and play alongside him.

Xu Chunjiao slung her briefcase over her waist and then said slowly, "Wait ten minutes. He will come to find you in ten minutes."

Du Ze was somewhat surprised; even the trainer had been brought ahead of time?

This is clearly a case of them having him cornered.

Is it really that amazing?

Xu Chunjiao ignored his expression and instructed him, "What you need to do now is very simple: train hard, improve your ball handling and shooting skills, and also do a simple physical test simulation. This is very important, as it will make your physical test data look better during the joint training. I will take care of the other submissions and paperwork."

Du Ze rolled his eyes.

These things...who doesn't know them? Do you need to tell me?

He was now more interested in understanding Xu Chunjiao's plans to ensure he would at least be selected in the lottery: "What's your plan?"

Xu Chunjiao looked puzzled: "What plan?"

Du Ze: "The operational plan? Didn't you say it guaranteed a spot in the lottery?"

Xu Chunjiao smiled slightly: "It's a secret. You'll find out when the time comes. If needed, I'll ask for your cooperation."

Du Ze's expression was very unpleasant.

He increasingly felt that he had been completely fooled by her.

Xu Chunjiao seemed to have figured it out, and sighed, "Please, can't you have a little faith in me? Am I really that worthless in your eyes?"

Du Ze remained calm, regardless of the outcome, it wouldn't affect his future prospects.

because……

His future prospects are entirely determined by his powerful father. It doesn't really matter who his agent is; professionalism is only a tiny bit of an advantage.

If you can get into the lottery zone, that would be the best, as you would receive some development resources and be able to rake in several million dollars more. Hmm... the difference between the 15th pick and the 25th pick is about four million dollars, right?

He had a very clear understanding of this matter.

of course.

The main reason is that Xu Chunjiao is cheap enough, so let's trust her this time?

The two then discussed the audition process and schedule. Xu Chunjiao said, "Alright, I won't disturb your training any longer. I'll be going now. I'll contact you later."

She waved her hand and walked out in her high heels.

Du Ze suddenly remembered something: "Where's the trainer?"

Xu Chunjiao didn't turn her head: "I'll be there in ten minutes."

Du Ze watched the woman's figure disappear, then, without lingering, gathered his thoughts and went back to retrieving the ball.

Just as he had almost filled the cart, he heard footsteps behind him.

Du Ze whirled around and, seeing that it was that ugly bastard Lawrence, felt inexplicably irritated: "What are you doing wandering around like a ghost all day long?"

Lawrence wasn't bothered: "That woman is quite nice."

As he spoke, he glanced back, "But why don't I remember her at all?"

The two grew up in the same neighborhood, and Du Ze knew almost everyone he was familiar with.

He couldn't remember this woman at all.

Du Ze didn't answer, but instead asked, "Weren't you preparing for the championship parade? What brings you here to chat with me?"

Lawrence bent down to help retrieve the ball: "They can handle it, it doesn't matter whether I'm there or not. But for you, training alone is very inconvenient."

Du Ze waved his hand: "Go ahead and do what you need to do. Someone will come to assist me with training later, no need..."

He stopped abruptly, frozen in place, staring intently at Lawrence for a long time before asking, "You wouldn't happen to be the trainer Xu Chunjiao was talking about, would you?"

Lawrence grinned and said, "What? Was my support really that bad?"

Crackling sounds!

Du Ze felt as if struck by lightning; a bolt of lightning struck him from the sky, leaving him unrecognizable.

Did I... step into a blood pit?

Free trainers, free training facilities, free legal and financial advice—it's all just empty promises.

His eyes flashed coldly as he stared intently at Lawrence and asked, "What did she tell you?"

Lawrence casually replied, "I didn't say anything, just that it's inconvenient for you to train alone. With the draft approaching, you need to improve yourself in a short period of time. I figured I had nothing better to do, so I came to help you out with some ball training or something."

Du Ze raised his voice several decibels, asking slowly and deliberately, "And... is there... anything else?"

Lawrence instinctively shrank back, his smile froze slightly, but he still forced a smile and said, "Uh, that's really all, nothing else."

That ugly guy has such a stubborn mouth.

Du Ze was so angry he laughed. He stared unblinkingly at Lawrence's tiny eyes: "I'll ask one last time, anything else?"

Lawrence finally realized something was wrong, his face contorting into a grimace: "This... she asked me what my plans were after graduation. I... what plans could I possibly have? Maybe play in the Summer League or the Development League, see what opportunities arise. But then she advised me not to waste my time."

Du Ze's gaze sharpened further: "Go on."

Lawrence swallowed hard. "She said that if I want a stable job and a bright future, I only need to do one thing."

"What is it?"

"Follow closely behind you and become your spokesperson."

At this point, Lawrence glanced at Du Ze again.

Surprisingly, Du Ze didn't seem angry. Instead, he frowned, seemingly deep in thought.

Lawrence waited a moment, then cautiously spoke again: "At first I didn't quite understand, but then she told me that I would become a superstar, and the influence of a superstar would be enough for me to live a life of luxury."

"I still didn't quite understand, and then she explained to me that if one day you become a superstar, then I can have a place in the streaming media as a partner who accompanies you as you grow and witnesses you reach the top. I can live comfortably just by riding on your traffic."

"I thought about it and it made sense, so... cough cough."

After saying that, Lawrence glanced at it again.

But Du Ze was already deep in thought and didn't pay any attention to him.

After an unknown amount of time, Lawrence tentatively called out, "Du?"

Du Ze finally came to his senses. There was no storm or thunderous outburst as he had imagined; he simply chuckled and said, "That's interesting..."

Then, he quietly pushed the cart to the three-point line and started shooting one basket after another.

This left Lawrence full of suspicion.

What's going on?

Are you angry?

But it seems like he's not completely angry?

After Duze finished throwing a whole cart of balls, Lawrence carefully pushed over another cart full of basketballs.

Du Ze did not resist, and picked them up and threw them one after another.

Seeing this, Lawrence breathed a huge sigh of relief.

This matter should be considered over now, right?

But now, he's even more curious about the woman's identity.

Why is this woman so good to him, giving him such reliable life advice?

But why did Du Ze fly into a rage as soon as he heard that he was coming to assist with the training?

After hearing his explanation, Du Ze acted as if nothing had happened and said, "That's interesting."

Is it really that interesting?

Why doesn't he think so...?