Jeff Austin arrived in Memphis at noon the next day after he called Link. His trip was for Link's sneaker contract.

After calling Link yesterday, Link was obviously confused. After all, this happened without warning. Moreover, there were free sneakers and money to wear. This kind of thing was really a bit dreamy for Link, who was an ordinary person in his previous life.

In NBA, sneaker contracts are actually almost one person. According to statistics from Jeff Austin, only one out of the 15 NBA players does not have sneaker contracts. Therefore, as long as you are a team's steady rotation, you can basically get sneaker contracts. However, it depends on whether the amount of the sneaker contract is small or large.

Those with superstars like Kobe and James all have their own exclusive series of signature shoes. Most NBA players basically sign equipment contracts. Not only that, the sneaker company provides a full set of equipment required for player competition and training, but there is no compensation. Moreover, those equipment are basic models, you can't choose too good ones.

Therefore, not all players who have signed sneaker contracts can make a fortune.

Jeff Austin had long expected that Link would attract the attention of sneaker manufacturers after the official signing, but he didn't expect that he would attract all the quotations from the three major companies at one time.

From this point of view, Link's commercial value may be greater than Jeff Austin imagined.

In order not to disturb Link's training, Jeff Austin went directly to the Federal Express Arena. He met Link in the hall office area, and soon had to go to other places to handle other matters.

"Training very seriously, ha?" Jeff Austin smiled as he looked at the sweaty Link appearing in front of him and sitting on the sofa.

"There's no way, that's not that easy to get 2 million. Oh, by the way, it's more than 1.2 million to be exact." Link smiled and casually complained about the terrible tax rate of NBA players.

"Have you thought about what happened last night? The three of them are waiting for me to reply. As long as you say a word, the equipment will be delivered immediately."

"Well, you said yesterday that there is almost no difference between the contracts offered to me by these three companies?"

"That's right, everyone's first sneaker contract is at this price. Adidas, Nike, and Jordan are all willing to give you a 2-year, $2 million cash contract. That is to say, in addition to using their equipment, you still have $1 million a year to earn. A rookie's sneaker contract is about $200,000 to $700,000. So, the price they give is actually not too low. In fact, it's half of your annual salary."

As an experienced manager, Jeff Austin knows these programs too well. He doesn't have to count, just knowing whether a quote is sincere enough.

And Austin also knows that the first contract is just a stepping stone. As long as Link continues to maintain this performance, his sneaker contract will become larger and larger. Maybe he can also produce signature shoes.

After listening to the quotation of the sneaker contract, Link lowered his head and smiled. To be honest, it was not as high as he imagined. To put it bluntly, he still did not get 100% trust from everyone. But that's true. Before traveling through time, Link knew that Nike had terminated the contract with Chinese player Zhou Qi because Zhou Qi did not perform as expected in the NBA.

Although these three companies are not short of money, the money is not caused by a huge flood. They must ensure that every effort they make is worth it. If news of the termination of the contract is reported, both parties will be very embarrassed. So at the beginning, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, most rookies are treated like this.

"Okay, let's choose Nike. Their equipment is more diverse, and maybe you can find a pair of shoes that are very close to your feet."

After Link made the decision, Jeff Austin nodded, and then called. After hanging up, Austin made an "ok" gesture to Link, "When you go home tonight, you should be able to receive equipment sent by Nike. Of course, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the reward will be transferred to your account."

Link smiled with relief. Playing in NBA, the money was really like a flood.

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As always, Link practiced for another half an hour after regular training. Now, Link's extra training mainly focuses on three-point shooting and counter-stage layups. For him, these are the two most cost-effective offensive choices.

As long as the three-point shooting percentage is stable, you will not have to worry about not finding a job in the NBA. The shooting percentage of the mid-range layup can also make Link's offensive methods less single.

Seeing the little white strips gradually filled up and his current strength has also improved, Link didn't feel tired at all.

In fact, Link can live a very chic life with hundreds of thousands of dollars in hand now. Although Memphis is not an international metropolis, as long as you have money, you can still play anything.

However, Link suppressed his curiosity and desire and continued to work diligently every day because he knew that he was not just himself.

After the training, Link dragged his tired body home. Although his residence was close to the stadium, Link still used to take a taxi. It was not that he could squander at will when he had money, but that the security in Memphis at night was really not very reassuring.

It was okay when two big guys Randolph and Tony Allen were guarding each other, but they were alone. As a yellow skin, Link still didn't dare to wander around the streets at night.

Sitting in the taxi, Link flicked his phone boredly, but found an unread text message, which he thought was sent by Nike staff. But when he opened it, he saw that the sender was Rachel.

When a girl sent her a message, Link immediately became energetic. As a young man at an agitation, he was among men every day, and his life must occasionally be adjusted.

"What are you doing?" This message was sent half an hour ago, when Link was still in the shower.

"The training just ended." Link immediately went back. Speaking of which, Americans didn't seem to like to use chat software, which made Link a little uncomfortable.

"I heard you signed with Nike?" In a few seconds, Rachel replied to the message. Link really didn't expect that this girl would reply to herself so quickly.

"How do you know?"

"Hahaha, it seems that you underestimate your news spread too much. Thank you, Link."

"Thank me? Why?"

"You gave me the courage to pick up my dreams again, and I decided that I would pick up the basketball again."

"Do you want to play NCAA?" Link asked curiously. Could he change Rachel's life trajectory?

"No, I decided to embrace basketball in another way. I want to be a basketball reporter, Link. Maybe I can interview you on the court in the future?"

Link curled his lips. He didn't know how Rachel thought of being a basketball reporter and a basketball show host in the original history. But in this history, he seemed to be one of the reasons why the goddess of basketball was born.

The two then exchanged a few more greetings, and then said good night to each other. After getting off the taxi, Link was still savoring it. Maybe in this history, Andre Robertson, who has just entered NCAA, will never encounter a girlfriend who is more accurate than him in shooting.

"Damn, what are you thinking about?" Link shook his head. How could such a serious person think of so many messy things?

When he approached the door of the house, Link found a large box in the yard. The huge hook logo on the box was very conspicuous. I guess this must be the equipment sent by Nike.

Link wanted to drag the box home first, but found that the weight was unexpectedly heavy. So he simply opened the box directly in the yard. Then, Link grew up his mouth.
Chapter completed!