The two men stood up as soon as they saw Wang Yi.
"Brother Yi."
"Brother Yi."
Wang Yi nodded and looked at Zhang Jiacheng.
Zhang Jiacheng was about 1.9 meters tall now.
He looked a little thin.
But thin as he was, he had muscle.
"How are you feeling?"
Wang Yi asked.
Zhang Jiacheng's eyes were filled with excitement and nerves. "Nervous."
Wang Yi patted him on the shoulder. "I don't know what being nervous feels like, but I'll tell you this: once you get out there and start moving, you won't be nervous anymore. That's what I've heard from other players, anyway."
Zhang Jiacheng knew Wang Yi was trying to calm him down. "Brother Yi, thank you."
Wang Yi gave his shoulder a firm squeeze. "I know you're nervous, but you have to seize this opportunity. The truly strong grab every opportunity they can."
Zhang Jiacheng nodded again.
Wang Yi was about to say a few more words to Zhang Jiacheng when the man beside him held out his hand. "Brother Yi, I'm Zhang Jiacheng's agent. My last name is Sun. Thank you for this, Brother Yi."
There was a hint of obsequiousness in the man's smile.
Something about those words gave Wang Yi a feeling he couldn't quite put his finger on.
He looked at the agent surnamed Sun. "How long have you been Zhang Jiacheng's agent?"
Agent Sun smiled warmly. "Two years."
"How much do you take as commission?" Wang Yi asked.
Agent Sun smiled awkwardly. "Brother Yi, um... could I not say?"
The commission was normally confidential, so it was understandable if he didn't want to disclose it.
But as he spoke, Zhang Jiacheng blurted out the answer beside him:
"Thirty-five percent."
Agent Sun's brow furrowed slightly. "Zhang Jiacheng, we signed a confidentiality agreement."
Zhang Jiacheng