Chapter 43: The Intimidated Agent of Michael Jordan

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**North Carolina**

Wang Song valued his relationship with Assistant Coach Jim, who had once vouched for him when he was just a nameless benchwarmer at North Carolina. Without Jim's recommendation to Herb Sendek, Wang might never have had the chance to step into the spotlight, let alone achieve all that had followed.

So when Wang recognized Herb's needs, he decided to lend a hand in return.

After they reached an agreement on Jim's future, Herb seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, unburdened by the pressure that had weighed on him.

Meanwhile, Wang prepared to head to the training center for a light workout, hoping to earn some Stability Experience Points (EXP). However, just as he reached the gym, a stranger intercepted him.

"Hello, Wang Song! I knew you'd come here today!"

Wang turned to find a European-looking man in front of him. He was puzzled. Who was this? And how had this stranger known he would be here?

The offseason training facilities weren't exactly open to just anyone, making this encounter even more peculiar.

More surprising was the stranger's confident use of Wang's name.

"You're looking for me?" Wang asked.

"Yes, indeed! My name is **David Falk**, and I'm a player agent."

Wang blinked. David Falk? He remembered hearing something about this name earlier from Herb. Something about Jordan's agent.

"You're Italian, right?" Wang asked, testing the waters.

Falk nodded. "You've heard of me. That's right. My most notable achievement was signing Michael Jordan and securing his deal with Nike."

When Falk spoke, his pride was evident.

Wang's interest was piqued despite his reservations. He glanced at the older man skeptically. The disheveled appearance didn't match his supposed accomplishments, but the name *David Falk* carried weight in the basketball world.

Wang knew he needed an agent to handle the increasingly overwhelming flood of communications from NBA teams.

"Mr. Falk, let's continue this conversation somewhere more private."

### **A Conversation Over Steak**

At a high-end steakhouse, Falk wasted no time getting to the point.

"Wang, where do you see yourself in the NBA? What heights are you aiming for?"

It was a loaded question, one that would shape the nature of their partnership.

Wang took his time to respond, while Falk continued:

"Do you see yourself as the next Wilt Chamberlain? A generational big man like Hakeem Olajuwon? Or perhaps a torchbearer for your home country like Yao Ming?"

The examples were deliberate. Each was iconic, each different in stature.

But Wang's response shattered Falk's expectations.

"No, Mr. Falk. My aspirations are not limited to being just another great center or an exceptional big man."

Falk froze, trying to grasp the implications of Wang's words.

"I want to be more than that. I want to redefine greatness in basketball."

Though Wang didn't say it outright, Falk understood his underlying message: this young man wanted to dethrone Jordan as the greatest of all time.

The audacity stunned Falk. He had met countless players over the years, some brash, others humble. But Wang's unshakable confidence was something else entirely.

After a long pause, Falk finally spoke, trying to rein in Wang's ambitions.

"Wang, you should know that the commercial market for centers is significantly smaller than for guards and forwards."

He wasn't lying. Historically, big men had less marketable appeal than their perimeter counterparts.

"I can help you navigate this. But ultimately, your destiny will depend on your performance on the court."

Falk removed his championship ring and placed it on the table as a silent reminder of what it took to become a legend.

"Jordan's six rings are unmatched. He led two three-peat dynasties. Those kinds of feats are what cement legacies. It's a long road, Wang. Are you sure you want to aim that high?"

Wang smirked, unfazed. "Mr. Falk, let's focus on the draft for now. But know this: my contract terms must mirror Jordan's—both in salary and endorsements."

Falk's eyes gleamed with interest. Wang's words were bold, bordering on outrageous.

He had come to North Carolina hoping to sign an All-Star-caliber player. What he found instead was a young man who wanted to topple his most famous client.

This was no ordinary deal. This was a gamble—one Falk couldn't afford to pass up.

"Alright, Wang. Let's work together to make history."

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(End of Chapter)