Chapter 616: Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner III
In a restaurant in Turin, Italy.
Jason and Adele sat at a table, a few plates of food in front of them and judging by the remaining quantities of the dishes, it was clear that they had been there for a little while and were almost done dining.
They had arrived a while ago after leaving the airport and for the two hungry partners, they had focused more on ordering their food and eating it as soon as it ca than conversing, but they weren’t silent either.
They were just a lot more focused on filling the empty space in their stomachs.
“So, you were saying sothing about endorsents,” Jason asked Adele, taking a napkin to wipe a little smudge of food on the corner of her mouth.
“Yeah, your stock is shooting through the roof right now, and quite a lot of companies have reached out to regarding endorsents,” Adele began, barely reacting to Jason’s gesture.
“I’ve had to do a lot of screening to grade the offers according to what you want, but I haven’t made any decisions on your behalf yet,” she continued as she and Jason had discussed endorsents before.
Jason was open to endorsents as long as… according to his words, “The pay fit their demands”.
In addition to that, Jason didn’t want an endorsent that would require him to spend too much ti at promotion events… unless they could sohow fork out enough money for him to not mind doing it, but he doubted it as he had pretty steep demands.
“Anyway, what types of offers did you receive?” He asked Adele.
“Well, for starters, you have so for sportswear… literally boots,”
“You have so from designer cloth brands, so from less expensive clothing brands, so from sport betting companies, so from self-care companies,” Adele listed out, her words impressing Jason.
“And one particularly funny one,” she added.
“What’s funny about it?” Jason asked, wondering what could be funny about an endorsent deal.
“Well… it’s from a condom company,” Adele said and started laughing imdiately.
“Pf!” Jason’s napkin clamped over his mouth just in ti to stop him from spitting out the contents of his mouth all over the table and onto Adele.
“What the actual fu*k!?” he asked only after he was sure that he had swallowed everything in his mouth.
“Why would they even make an offer to for god’s sake?” he asked almost tearfully.
“I’m a football player, not a third-rate actor with different jobs whose only duty is to spray man-batter everywhere,” He muttered, face palming.
“Okay, wow. I have to say… I’ve never heard soone describe a pornstar like that. Sounds exactly like Johnny Sins,” Adele managed to say in-between laughs.
“You dirty-minded girl, how do you even know who that is?” Jason retorted in shock.
“Huh, hello, sothing called the internet,” Adele replied, holding up her phone.
“Well, have you ever heard that everyone with one of these has a personified algorithm that is made from their interests?” Jason shot back.
“The phone is almost never going to show you sothing that you’ve never been interested in or at least shown so interest in sothing similar previously,” he continued, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Whatever it is you’re insinuating, I don’t like it,” Adele stared back at him suspiciously.
“I ain’t insinuating nothing. Why would I be bothered if you’re learning the Gawk Gawk 3000?”
“I’m gonna be on the receiving end of that bit*h in the future. Far be it from to stop you,” Jason snickered, picking up his glass of wine and taking a sip while Adele just stared at him with her mouth agape as her face turned red. ṙäꞐȮꞖÈS̩
“Don’t stop at the Gawk Gawk 3000. You can learn a few other techniques. Just nothing that has to do with being on the receiving end… from behind,” Jason shivered as the image flashed across his mind.
Adele’s face had already turned redder than a tomato at this point, but just in ti to save her, the waiter arrived with the bill, breaking the atmosphere and allowing Adele to regain control of her emotions.
As soon as the waiter moved, she opened her mouth to speak, wanting to move to the next topic of conversation, which also happened to be very important.
“I figured out why the clubs had gone silent previously,” Adele said, putting a napkin on the table after wiping her mouth.
“Hmmm?” Jason’s eyes shot up, and his ears perked up imdiately.
This was a matter that had been troubling him for a little while, and it was good now that Adele seed to have found out what was going on.
“Actually, it’s kind of your fault… and also not your fault at the sa ti. It’s also kind of my fault, or like I also had a hand in it too,” Adele began, her words confusing.
“What do you an?” Jason asked, confused.
“Okay, first, don’t get mad… please,” Adele began.
“… That’s worrying, but okay, I’ll do my best not to get angry,” Jason replied after a little pause, not able to outrightly promise as he didn’t know the future and didn’t want to go back on his word a few seconds after saying it.
“Okay, so you rember that YouTube show about that investigator guy? The one where they found out about the whole Sophia, Mylo thing,” Adele began.
“How could I forget,” Jason nodded affirmatively.
“Well, because of that it’s beco very clear that you won’t be signing a new contract with Oporto no matter whatever they bring to the table,” Adele continued.
“And?” Jason urged her to explain faster, his curiosity eating through him.
“Okay, let paint the picture for you. Imagine if one of the best youth talents in world football is up for sale in the current football world, what do you think will happen?” Adele asked.
“I’m guessing you an , but I guess my price will be high and there will be a huge bidding war between the big teams to try to try to add to their roster,” Jason answered.
“Okay, now, what if it has been confird that this player will not be signing a contract with his own club and there is less than a year until his contract runs out?” Adele asked another question.
“… Oh.”
User Comments
0 comments from readers