Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 541

Chapter 541: 540 So-called profession Chapter 541: 540 So-called profession Thirty million US dollars?

Even though Reed lacked an understanding of the finer details of player salaries, he couldn’t help but raise his eyes at this, his surprise unhidden, “Has it already reached such heights?”

Veach gave a bitter smile, nodding lightly, “Records are being broken every year.

If nothing unexpected happens, this year it should still be Rodgers leading the way.”

Reed, “Has Alex’s agent contacted you yet?”

Veach, “No.

The absence of contact is the problem; it indicates he’s waiting and watching.”

Reed, “But Alex isn’t like Cousins; he’s not that greedy.”

Kirk Cousins, a fourth-round pick of the Washington Redskins in 2012, had always been a backup, virtually unknown until he seized his opportunity to start in the 2015 season and his reputation soared.

He performed well in his first season as a starter, leading the team to the playoffs, though they were eliminated in the first game.

Just one season of good performance was enough for him to demand the Washington Redskins to sit down at the negotiation table to discuss the contract.

Moreover, he opened with a huge demand, resulting in the Redskins having no choice but to apply the franchise tag to him, followed by another retreat at the negotiating table the next season, forcing the team to place the franchise tag on him once again.

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Thus, Cousins gained a reputation: he was generally considered by the League to perform better at the negotiation table than on the field, accurately pinpointing the team’s weaknesses and pressing his advantage to maximize his own interests.

This year, with the franchise tag expiring, the Washington Redskins once again had to sit down at the negotiation table with Cousins.

Rumors, for now, suggest that Cousins and the Washington Redskins are discussing a long-term contract, with no internal details about the salary level leaked yet, but Cousins’ outrageous demand for a fully guaranteed contract has spread like wildfire—

In NFL history, no player at any position has ever signed a fully guaranteed contract because if a player is injured or performs poorly, it would become dead money for the team, constantly taking up a spot under the salary cap.

The League, once again, is abuzz with debate.

Not just the teams, other players are also closely monitoring their moves.

Whether it’s seen as positive or negative doesn’t matter; what’s important is that Cousins always manages to secure a hefty contract for himself.

Veach took a deep breath, “Indeed, Alex has always been down-to-earth, but a Super Bowl Championship could change the situation.

He may not demand the highest contract in history like Flacco did, but that doesn’t mean he’ll accept being treated cavalierly.

Even if he doesn’t have any plans, his agent wouldn’t just let it slide.”

Reed glanced at Veach.

Veach immediately got the hint, “I called Alex.

He was honest, said he was on vacation and hadn’t thought about the contract yet.”

One could tell from the response that Smith’s agent was probably stirring things up behind the scenes.

In reality, under normal circumstances, Smith and the Kansas City Chiefs still have one year left on their contract, so there shouldn’t be any need to discuss an extension.

But Smith’s response is a hint—

As the starting quarterback of the Super Bowl Champions, it’s impossible that he’ll play another year with a salary of seventeen million; if the Kansas City Chiefs want Smith to continue as their starting quarterback, they must show their sincerity.

Veach hoped to bypass the agent and negotiate directly with Smith, appealing to his emotions; the agent, on the other hand, would prefer Smith to delegate the negotiation work to him and might even ask Smith to refuse any calls from the team.

Reed understood as well, “At least Alex answered your call and revealed his whereabouts.”

Veach offered a bitter smile, “Yeah, at least.”

But one could imagine that the upcoming contract negotiation was not going to be pleasant.

Jumping from a salary of seventeen million to thirty million, and the uncertainty surrounding the guaranteed money, clearly poses a severe challenge to the Kansas City Chiefs’ salary cap.

Reed squinted, looking steadily at Veach, “You already have an answer, don’t you?”

Veach: …

After a long while, Veach didn’t speak.

Then his smile slowly lifted, revealing a blend of helplessness and bitterness, but ultimately, he responded.

“Yes.

But…”

Reed said with a smile, “In the Professional League, we have a thousand reasons why we can’t do this; but if your intuition tells you that you must do it, then go for it, whether you like it or not.”

Veach raised his eyes to look at Reed, paused for a moment, and the light in his eyes gradually became resolute.

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The golden sunshine lazily poured down, and the warm sea breeze swept across the face, creating a leisurely and comfortable feeling as if floating in the clouds, completely relaxing, and letting oneself drift gently in the warm current.

Miami always brings a unique experience.

Hum, hum, hum.

The engine’s roar grew from distant to near, and a sapphire-blue Lamborghini turned the corner onto the empty street like lightning, whistling toward them.

With a neat brake, the Lamborghini parked at the entrance of Miami International Airport, drawing the gaze of passersby coming and going.

Alex Smith took a small step back to clear the way, looking around, trying to find who the Lamborghini was waiting for.

Unexpectedly, the figure getting out of the car, removing his sunglasses and revealing a smile, called out.

“Captain.”

Smith pointed at himself with a question: ???

He burst into a wry smile, “Is it too late to run away now?”

Standing beside the driver’s seat, Li Wei spread his arms, “It’s just a car, if you care about it, it’s special; but if you don’t, it’s no different from any other car.”

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“Hehe.” Smith shook his head lightly, unable to help himself.

But in the end, Smith didn’t refuse, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, watching Li Wei slip into the driver’s seat, and gestured with his hand, “Seat belt, wait until I’ve fastened mine.”

Then.

There was another roar of the engine, and the Lamborghini sped off, leaving only a sapphire-blue afterimage, and after a brief commotion at the airport entrance, tranquility was restored, returning to its usual demeanor.

The more Smith thought about it, the more it gave him a headache, and the funnier it became, so he couldn’t help but hold his forehead, “Rookie, didn’t I tell you to keep it low-key?”

Li Wei’s face was the picture of innocence, “Captain, I haven’t even opened the convertible top, isn’t that low-key enough?”

Smith was speechless, actually unable to rebut.

Li Wei’s smile became broader, “Don’t be nervous, this is Miami, where luxury sports cars are a dime a dozen, and each one is more expensive than the next, luxury sports cars don’t stand out, but ordinary sedans are more likely to catch the eye.”

“Captain, you’re here in Miami purely for vacation, purely for leisure and entertainment, nothing to do with work, right?

It’s less conspicuous to be open and aboveboard about it.”

If one deliberately keeps a low profile and tries to avoid media attention, it could actually arouse suspicion.

In an era where everyone is network-savvy with smartphones, hiding one’s whereabouts is almost an impossible task; trying to stay low-key might attract even more attention.

“That’s why I specifically asked JJ to borrow this sports car.”

Smith’s eyes were full of surprise, “JJ Watt?

I never imagined he was that kind of JJ.”

Li Wei laughed heartily, “It’s not JJ’s, actually, it’s DeAndre’s.

He’s a Clemson and obviously didn’t want to lend the sports car to me, so JJ helped out a bit.”

After a slight pause, Smith finally found his smile again.

After a moment of contemplation, Smith spoke again, “How did you know I wasn’t here just for vacation?”