Compared to the flashy lives of NBA stars, being an NBA agent was underrated—and a total grind.
You wouldn't believe how many players have borrowed money from their agents before even setting foot in the NBA. Sometimes it's not even the players—their friends or family hitting the agents up for cash.
One agent once told a wild story anonymously. After his client got picked in the lottery, the first thing the player wanted? A vacation—right away. So, he told his agent to book a private jet for him and his buddies. No hesitation. The agent, not wanting to say no to his freshly drafted client, set it all up.
But just when everything was ready to go, the player changed his mind and said he didn't feel like it anymore. So now the agent had to pay a cancellation fee to the pilot and scrap the whole trip.
And then—guess what—just hours after the agent gets home, the player calls again and says, "Actually, I do wanna go. Today."
The agent scrambles to rebook the flight, again. But when the departure time comes? The player's late.
This circus repeated three times. Finally, late that night, the player and his crew took off. The agent thought he could finally relax—only to get another call at 1 a.m.: "Hey man, we're outta wine. Can you send more?"
It's like that sometimes. When a basketball prodigy blows up, it's not just fame—it's a whole ecosystem of attention. One agent said it best:
"Basketball's not like other sports. If a guy makes the All-American team in high school, everyone already knows his name. Small town or big city—coaches, scouts, agents, reporters—they've all got him on their radar."
"Most of us figure ourselves out in college. We screw up, fail, learn how to say no, grow into adults. But five-star recruits? They're already being treated like royalty at 16. Everyone says yes to them. Coaches want them. Girls want them. No one ever checks them. So they don't grow up normal."
"If they mess up, someone else takes the fall—maybe the coach, maybe a teammate, maybe the agent. There's no accountability. And when you never get the chance to fail, you never learn the lessons that matter."
That's a big reason why a lot of NBA players go broke after they retire. It's also why the league brings in financial advisors every year to teach rookies how not to blow their millions.
Most of these guys grew up poor, so when money finally shows up, they think it's forever. But the NBA moves fast, and if you're not smart, you're left behind.
Still, being an agent is a tough gig—and yet people are lining up to do it. High risk, high reward.
The moment Lin Yi announced he was hiring an agent, the news came through his mentor, Javier Stanford.
NBA teams were hyped—especially Sam Presti and the Thunder. And even though the NBA technically doesn't allow early contact with rookies, Presti couldn't care less.
"As soon as Lin picks an agent, schedule a meeting," he told his assistant.
That set off a frenzy.
Lin Yi was the hot commodity—easily top 7 in the draft—and with ties to the Chinese market, his value was off the charts. No one wanted to miss out.
Jeff Schwartz. Mark Bartelstein. Bill Duffy. Leon Rose. Andy Miller. Rich Paul. Rob Pelinka. Dan Fegan. Aaron Mintz. Jeff Austin...
Call after call flooded in.
Everyone pulled out their best moves.
They all wanted Lin Yi.
Sitting across from Stephen Curry, chomping on a burger and beating Steph in 2K, Lin looked up and asked, "Am I really that popular?"
Steph smirked. "Of course you are. This is the NBA. It's not just basketball—it's a business. You've got value. So yeah, they're all gonna chase you."
Steph was curious—who would Lin pick?
Earlier, when Lin answered a call, Steph overheard someone straight-up offering him money just to sign with them.
Not surprising, really. Stuff like that happens in college ball more than people think. Some agents try to buy loyalty before the draft. A lot of these kids are broke—which makes them vulnerable.
But Lin Yi?
"I'm not choosing any of them," he told Steph.
He meant it.
Then he opened an email from Javier Stanford. It had profiles of a bunch of lesser-known agents. No big names. Most of them hadn't even signed legit NBA players—just benchwarmers or G-League guys.
"I wanna build my team," Lin said.
Steph grinned.
Lin had already made up his mind.
Sure, those big-name agents had connections. But Lin knew things most people didn't—he didn't need them. If you can't control your career, all the resources in the world won't help you.
What Lin needed wasn't a slick negotiator chasing a max contract every summer. He needed a brain—a strategist. Someone who had his back behind the scenes.
And then... his eyes landed on one particular resume.
The guy's background? Kinda crazy. But in a good way.
Lin received a text from Javier.
"You sure about this one?"
Lin replied instantly.
"Absolutely."