Forty-nine: A piece of paper selling

After returning to the room, Rachel picked up her phone excitedly, but suddenly realized that she didn't know who to call? Butler, Evangeline, Lily, Tom Janovic, Bobby, or Jones?

The subtitles on the phone were scrolling up and down. After a long time of tangling, Rachel called a phone number, which was not the name of anyone above.

"Hello, Chris, I'm Doug! I want to trouble you with something." Rachel said excitedly and calmly.

"Doug, hey, my brother, I was about to call you. It turns out that we are really related to blood. You are really my brother. Your mother and my mother are cousins. We are cousins. Do you know? Finally, I have my brother in NBA. I am talking about brothers with blood!" Chris Webber's voice was very excited, but it just confirmed from the opposite side that he is now in the king's situation and is surrounded by enemies. Because since he was injured, the king's Bibi and Stojanovic have begun to plan to usurp the throne, and they have also been slandered for his words. Perhaps this is one of the reasons he is so good to Rachel!

"Oh, really? It's so shocking. It turns out that we are really related by blood. No wonder we look so similar. I have to tell my brother later to make him happy. Because the most powerful power forward in the NBA is our cousin. What an amazing thing this is." After receiving this news, Rachel was also excited.

"By the way, Doug, what are you going to tell me just now?"

"Oh, just now a marketing manager who claimed to be vans came to me and asked me to help their company endorsement."

"Vans? They are really popular in California, and their audience is mainly young trendy people. But aren't they all made shoes and related industries?" Chris Webber knew it well, and it was indeed professional.

"They said they wanted to try to do some basketball, and they thought my image was in line with their products, so they asked me to endorse it."

"Oh, that's right, but your rebellious image is indeed very consistent with their product positioning. Haha, if it is true, ask your agent to finalize a reasonable contract with him. I think this will be a win-win result!" Chris Weber weighed the pros and cons and gave a more professional advice.

"But, I don't have an agent?" Rachel said hesitantly.

"No agent? This is a headache. Generally, a professional agent needs to negotiate contracts. Uh, I'll help you contact an agent, that is, my agent. He is very good at doing things. Now he is also in Los Angeles. I'll ask him to call you later, and then you can talk to him about the specific matters. How about it?" Chris Webber took great care of Rachel.

"Okay!" Rachel replied, then paused, bit her lower lip and added softly, "Thank you!"

"What are you saying? We are brothers. I'm the only one brother in NBA. How can I not treat you well? Okay, I still have something to do, so let's do it. Aaron will call you later." Chris Webber smiled.

"Yeah, goodbye!"

Rachel walked to the living room with her cell phone, waiting for the phone in her hand to vibrate.

"Eddie, do you know the Chris Webber of the Kings?" Rachel said to Eddie who was playing the game.

"Chris Webber? King, the Five Michigan Tigers! Of course, he is so popular." Eddie said absent-mindedly as he stared at the screen.

"Do you know? He is our cousin, and our mother and his mother are cousins." Rachel said.

"What?" Eddie shouted, and as soon as he tiptoed, the rolling chair immediately rolled to Rachel, looking at him with an incredible expression.

"I said we are cousins ​​with Chris Webber." Rachel said very seriously in Eddie's eyes.

"This is true, you are not kidding, he is my idol back then!" Eddie still didn't believe it.

"Have I lie?" Rachel asked back.

"Yes, next time the Kings come to Los Angeles to play, you ask him to come home to play, I'll ask him to taste my skills." Eddie smiled.

"Your craft? Oh my God, I feel glad that I haven't died for nineteen years!" Rachel shouted.

"Boy, dare to dismantle your brother's station!" Eddie shouted, took a pillow on the sofa and chased Rachel. At this time, the phone rang, and Rachel quickly begged for mercy. Eddie knew that at least, she was not chasing her and ran back to continue playing the game.

"Hello, I'm Doug Rachel." Rachel pressed the answer button and introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm Aaron Goodwin. Do you have time to talk?" The other party introduced himself to Rachel generously.

"Of course there is!"

"You come to the ** Café to find me, I will show up there in half an hour!"

"Um!"

"Bye-Bye!"

"Bye-Bye!"

After Rachel hung up the phone, she shouted to Eddie, "Eddie, I'm having something to do when I'm out!" and then she snatched the door.

In less than half an hour, Rachel came to the ** coffee shop, and Rachel, dressed in hip-hop, went in, then sat in the seat by the window, called a cup of coffee, and then sat by the window, but didn't move her mouth to drink coffee. Because Rachel didn't like to drink and couldn't drink, Rachel never forced herself to do things she didn't like.

After a while, a middle-aged man in a suit sat opposite Rachel.

"Aaron Goodwin?" Rachel asked to the middle-aged man who looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Yes," the man still had a happy face.

"How do you know I'm me?" Rachel asked a strange question.

"As a professional basketball agent, of course I know you are you. You have to know that you are so popular now. Almost all basketball media will have news about you!" Goodwin's answer was also clever.

"Uh, it's a pity that it's not positive news!" Rachel said with some self-deprecatingness.

"Hey, why don't you drink your coffee?" Goodwin asked a question that seemed to be out of touch.

"I never force myself to drink things I don't like, such as coffee!" Rachel said, stirring the coffee in the cup.

"Very good, let's sign the contract!" Goodwin took out the contract from his briefcase and placed it in front of Rachel.

"Sign up?" Rachel asked curiously.

"Yes, sign the contract, I want to sign with you. After signing, you will become my employer."

"Then what is our distribution of interests?" Rachel asked,

"I will help you deal with any economic issues. I will draw at most 4% of your salary contract, and I will draw at most 18% of your advertising contract! This is already for Chris's sake, and this is the limit." Goodwin talked happily.

"Fifteen percent, I can only give you fifteen percent. You know I can't get a big contract, so I can't give 18% of my income to others!" Rachel did not give in to this question.

Goodwin thought about it, took out another contract from his briefcase, put it on the table and said, "Fifteen percent? Sign the contract! As you said, your image is destined to not be able to get any big contract, so just sign it at this price, just treat it as I admire you and for the sake of Chris. I signed this contract. You know, I am at least twenty percent or thirty percent of other rookies."

"How many years?" Rachel asked in detail.

"Sign up for a year now!" Goodwin said. In fact, he was also afraid of Rachel's time bomb, haha, but it was proven later that this may be the biggest mistake he made in his life.

"Okay!" Rachel signed the big name on the contract in a slew.
Chapter completed!