Dominate the Super Bowl

Donald Yee, aged forty-six this year, is a professional sports agent.

In 1998, he was just a minor legal adviser at a sports agency, handling paperwork for professional players while trying to find a breakthrough in his career.

At that time, a college scout recommended Tom Brady, the star quarterback of the Michigan Wolverines who had just become a senior, opening a window of opportunity for the legal consultant.

But Donald Yee did not rush. He watched every one of Brady's games, including the Orange Bowl that year, where the Michigan Wolverines came from fourteen points behind to overturn the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm.

Although Brady performed well with the Michigan Wolverines that year and was dubbed the "Comeback Kid" by the media for repeatedly leading his team in dramatic comebacks, his slender build and average performance in training camps raised concerns about his ability to withstand the physical challenges of the Professional League, leading to a pessimistic draft outlook.

Over time, various agents had approached Brady, but ultimately he chose Donald Yee.

The following year at the draft, Brady was indeed not highly regarded and was only selected in the sixth round, the 199th pick, by the New England Patriots.

However, fifteen years later, Brady led the New England Patriots to seven Super Bowl appearances and won four championships.

All this proved Donald Yee's keen insight and decision-making at the time.

Undoubtedly, Brady is currently a top superstar at the pinnacle of the NFL.

But!

Donald Yee has always maintained a low profile, silently making a fortune without much publicity.

In 2007, as an agent on behalf of Brady, Donald Yee announced the addition of a new member to their family, a boy.

In the midst of the fervent public discussion, many in the football industry, including professionals specializing in studying agents, expressed their confusion:

Donald Yee, who is he?

Imagine, in the technologically advanced year of 2016, in an era where social networks are universally prevalent, Li Wei couldn't find a single photo of Donald Yee with Tom Brady.

Is that possible?

There are two possibilities.

First, Li Wei might have encountered a fraudster, someone using Donald Yee's name to deceive others. Find adventures on empire

Second, it might be possible that someone unintentionally captured a photo of Donald Yee with Brady, but no one could recognize Donald, with all the focus on Brady. Without the correct keywords, finding such a photo would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

The age of "the fragrance of wine is not afraid of the depths of the alley" has passed; Li Wei is now used to frequently seeing agents' names appear in various sports news:

Jeff Schwartz, Jorge Mendes, Jonathan Barnett, Scott Boras, Rich Paul, among others.

The exposure of these agents is no less than that of any top players.

In a way, they too have become celebrities, using media to enhance their influence, create a mystique, and ultimately achieve more goals.

However, Donald Yee still keeps such a low profile, calm and composed, unassuming yet dignified, truly a breath of fresh air.

More importantly, Donald Yee's list of football clients is not long, but neither is it short:

Julian Edelman, Wide Receiver.

Jimmy Garoppolo, quarterback.

Sean Peyton, head coach.

And so on.

A careful review of Donald Yee's list of all football clients reveals that the list is arranged alphabetically by surname.

Perhaps, for the NFL, Brady is currently the league's most influential and dominant top quarterback, but for Donald Yee's agency, compared to when he was selected in the sixth round in 1999, Brady does not seem more important, at least ostensibly.

Things are quite interesting.

Compared to those uniformly standard suits, this Donald Yee is fascinating.

With this, his Chinese identity was no longer as important and could be considered an extra bonus point. What really intrigued people was his business capability.

Li Wei couldn't help but wonder, what would Donald Yee say next time they met?

He sighed deeply, went back to the dorm to change his clothes and pack his things, and before he could even open the dorm door, it was pushed open from the inside.

His roommate, Simon Hunter, was just about to step out. "Hey, buddy, did practice just end?"

Li Wei glanced behind Hunter, seeing no one else. "Solo today?"

With an air of righteousness, Hunter proclaimed, "What kind of person do you take me for? Finals are coming, and from now on, it's study time. I'm such a model student, with nothing but studying on my mind. I have no clue what you're talking about! I'm actually about to head to the library; soon there won't be any spots left."

After saying this, he straightened up and puffed out his chest with a stern expression.

Li Wei pointed at the books Hunter was holding. "Are you sure?"

On top was last year's "December Girl," which, if Li Wei remembered correctly, was one of Hunter's favorites.

Hunter's expression stiffened momentarily as he silently stuffed the top magazine deeper into his pile, then puffed out his chest again, continuing to look assertively at Li Wei.

Li Wei nodded slightly. "That makes more sense. By the way, are there really no seats available in the library after dinner? Some Football players need tutoring, and we were thinking about going there tonight. What do we do? There are quite a few of us; should we go now to hold spots?"

Hunter casually pretended nothing had happened and waved his hands dismissively, "No need, no need. The Crimson Tide Storm are the pride of the University of Alabama now; wherever you go, there are whistles and cheers."

"When you guys head to the library, people will naturally offer you their spots."

"Even if there aren't any, you can always go to the study rooms specially prepared by the school. Those are there to ensure players have a place to study."

Li Wei, "OK. Happy studying."

Hunter, "Happy studying."

The two high-fived and then went their separate ways.

While the successful Crimson Tide Storm struggled with academics on one side,

Lamar Jackson was on the verge of exploding on the other.

"Calm down, Lamar, you just fell asleep, it was just a nightmare, stay calm, don't panic, it was all just a nightmare."

The bustling crowd around him was trying to bring Jackson back to his senses.

Jackson wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, only then realizing he had actually dozed off while reading in the library. So, what had happened?

"Lamar, it was all just a nightmare, you're awake now, relax, the nightmare won't become reality."

"So, what did you dream about just now? Why do you look like you've just seen Cthulhu and your sanity hit rock bottom?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Talking about the elephant in the room.

The image of Li Wei instantly re-emerged in Jackson's mind—

Damn!

The game "Alabama Crimson Tide Storm vs Louisiana State University Tigers" had been over for three full days, yet Li Wei continued to haunt him.

Li Wei, Li Wei, Li Wei...

The endless, relentless Li Wei.

Even though he was Lamar Jackson, almost everyone he met was talking about Li Wei; the reporters, the coaches, and his teammates were sick of him, and now he couldn't even escape in his sleep?

"Lamar, don't tell me you dreamt about Li Wei?"

Jackson: Damn.