Zhang Jiacheng worried that without an agent, he would be completely lost.
Wang Yi smiled. "The thing you should be worrying about now isn't finding an agent. You should be thinking about how to take your skills to the next level. As long as you can get your game up to NBA standards, I'll find you an NBA agent."
When Zhang Jiacheng heard that, he shuddered with excitement, joy surging through him.
"Thank you, Brother Yi!"
He clenched his fist, barely able to contain his excitement.
What would it mean to get an NBA agent?
It meant he might have a chance to play in the NBA.
Given his circumstances, he had always dreamed of playing professionally, but the most he had ever dared to hope for was playing in the CBA. He had never even imagined making it to the NBA.
Especially after learning more about professional basketball and how vast the gap between the CBA and NBA was, he had become even less willing to dream about it.
Now that Brother Yi had said this, he couldn't help feeling excited, but he was also a little anxious. "Brother Yi, can I really play in the NBA?"
Wang Yi patted his somewhat scrawny shoulder. "With your talent, you can make it in the NBA. But you're still too skinny, and you need to work on your skills."
Zhang Jiacheng nodded firmly. "Don't worry, Brother Yi. I won't let you down."
Then he voiced another concern. "But I still have a contract with Agent Sun. And Brother Yi, if he really sues you, it could have a big impact on you."
Wang Yi gave him a reassuring look. "I'm not afraid of him suing me. I'm only afraid he won't."
At exactly eight that evening, the game between the