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Donald Yee looked at Li Wei in front of him, admiration evident in his eyes.

Even when faced with enticing but deceptive enticements, Li Wei had always remained calm. That was one aspect.

Moreover, throughout the entire conversation, the two had been subtly vying for control. He thought he had dominated the situation, but Li Wei, seemingly passive, had not been drawn into his pace and continued to act according to his own rhythm. That was the second aspect.

In just a short meeting, he had already left a deep impression.

Donald Yee further confirmed his assessment of Li Wei.

However, the more so it was, the more it necessitated calm and patience; otherwise, a slight oversight could lead to a total loss.

Faced with Li Wei's question, Donald Yee instead settled down and revealed a smile.

"My confidence does not come from me, but from you," he said.

"I've watched all your match recordings, including the spring training camp games and the intra-squad matches, more than once."

"I can see your naivety, your growth, your wisdom; clearly, for you, football is not just about physical confrontation, right?"

Li Wei did not answer, but curiously gazed into the eyes of the gentleman in front of him, waiting for an answer.

"Chess match."

Donald Yee provided an answer, causing a smile to surface in Li Wei's eyes.

"Football requires strategizing, needs bargaining, needs patience. Confrontation is the foundation of everything, but what truly influences the outcome is the intellect of the brain."

"Just like a chess match, and just like a battlefield."

"Now, you've only been exposed to football for six months, and you have absorbed knowledge and transformed like a sponge. What about in another six months?"

"I look forward to it."

Undoubtedly, the gray-haired gentleman in front of him was sincere, and at the same time, cunning—

Li Wei guessed that this meeting today must have been meticulously orchestrated by him, with every aspect simulated in his mind to ensure perfection.

In other words, the effect in front of him was all planned out.

If this were true, one must admire the other party's thorough and meticulous preparation, right?

All of a sudden, without any warning, an idea popped into Li Wei's mind, and he blurted it out, disrupting both his and his opponent's plans.

"So, do you suggest I stay with Crimson Tide Storm for another year, or should I enter the profession through the draft?"

Even Li Wei himself had not seriously considered this issue, but now he had thrown it out.

Looking at him, Donald Yee was also very surprised.

But despite the surprise, he immediately calmed down and crisply gave an answer, "Enter the profession."

Li Wei was somewhat surprised.

The surprise lay not in the response itself,—agents certainly hope for players to turn professional; it was the decisiveness of the attitude, subtly revealing his iron-handed approach.

"There are two reasons."

"First, the NCAA is a non-profit event where players do not get paid a penny for playing, yet the NCAA's broadcasting revenue is in no way inferior to the NFL's. Into whose pockets does that revenue go?"

"Alabama is a public university, and the situation there is slightly better. Saban is a good coach, and they will sincerely consider your future, but private universities, the situation is not that simple."

He left it there, with a meaningful implication.

"Second, transitioning from the NCAA to the NFL indeed requires a transition period; it's not an exaggeration to say that in the sport of football, the professional games and the university games are two different types of competitions."

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"Here, persuading players to stay in the NCAA to continue playing is not something that needs to be rushed. Playing until junior year or even senior year, fifth year, that's logical because they genuinely need time and space to grow, otherwise entering the Professional League would mean getting wrecked and crushed, disappearing in the blink of an eye."

"But you are different."

"I believe you have already fully adapted to the intensity of the NCAA. Even if you continue here for another season, the room for your growth has run low. Better to move up a level, open the doors to a new world, and enter the Professional League to face more challenging difficulties. That would bring you more growth opportunities."

With these words, the intent couldn't have been clearer—

Donald Yee noticed the gleam in Li Wei's eyes; he knew that his next words had been seen through by Li Wei, but he didn't dodge it, instead, he continued with a smile, "Because I trust you."

Li Wei had a look on his face as if to say, "Just as I thought."

Donald Yee spread his arms, standing tall and ready to accept any scrutinizing gaze, waiting for Li Wei's response to see if it was satisfactory.

However, Li Wei was not prepared to give any evaluation. Let alone words, he didn't even let his facial expression slip, "Has anyone ever told you that you would be great at selling Amway?"

Donald Yee was taken aback, "Amway?"

Clearly, this grey-haired gentleman still needed to brush up on his pop culture knowledge.

Li Wei wasn't planning to stay any longer; he had learned what he needed to know—

Everyone has a mouth, but words are cheap; these agents are all articulate old foxes, and even though this gentleman had taken a different approach to open the conversation, essentially, he was still an agent.

Time reveals a person's heart; only time will tell.

"Goodbye, Mr. Yu." This sentence was in Mandarin, standard Mandarin.

Donald Yee was unprepared, and the conversation abruptly ended as Li Wei walked away, taking the initiative back into his own hands, disrupting the plan.

But Donald Yee calmed himself down, "Is that the standard pronunciation of my surname? Can you teach me?"

"Yu."

"You."

"Old Yu."

"Old woman? Wait, why is there an extra syllable in front?"

"Goodbye, Old Yu."

Li Wei didn't stop his pace; he moved further and further away, continuously retreating, then just like that, disappeared at the dormitory entrance, leaving Donald Yee standing alone.

He had thought he was in full control, perfectly strategizing, and as Li Wei stopped, everything was going according to his plan, but in the end, Li Wei had upset the chessboard.

Yet he wasn't disheartened, rather, he became even more exhilarated—

That kid was smarter than he had imagined; things were getting more interesting.

And Li Wei?

After turning a corner and ensuring he was out of sight, Li Wei pulled out his phone and turned to a search engine.

Forgive Li Wei, for his knowledge of football was indeed minimal; even now-famous stars didn't seem special to him, let alone agents hidden behind the players.

Li Wei thought, a Chinese agent in the football field was either unknown or hugely famous.

However, the search results were somewhat unexpected.

Donald Yee, indeed, was a professional football agent, and he had registered his own agency in 1999, but he wasn't merely a nobody, nor was he a well-known figure in the industry, creating a somewhat middling impression, which didn't match what Li Wei had in mind.

What was going on?

He successfully found the homepage of Donald Yee's agency—

Clean, simple, modest.

Compared to those agencies that seem to stuff the homepage with their star clients, this plain website was excessively tidy.

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Finding the button on the webpage, he clicked on clients, and besides football, there were also golf and baseball; clicking on football, he could finally see the list of clients of this agency—

Kevin Anderson, the tennis player Kevin Anderson he had heard of, but he hadn't expected there to be another with the same name in football.

Josh Boyce, likewise, he hadn't heard of, and the face was completely unfamiliar.

Tom Brady, wait, this name seemed familiar.