pjbooks Chapter 111 The Rice Contract and the Drinking Party
Chapter 111 The Rice Contract and the Drinking Party
Chapter 111 The Rice Contract and the Drinking Party
The stands were silent for about three seconds before applause and screams surged toward the octagon like a tsunami.
"Oh my god, this is the craziest game I've ever seen."
In the commentary booth, Quillin Nelson was visibly excited: "I feel even better than when I masturbated for the first time. Po has once again, time and time again, lived up to expectations and completed the comeback."
"No one knows how many more hidden trump cards he has, no one knows who he really is, but he just appears in front of us like this, bringing us one shock after another."
"To be honest, I think he should go pro and make a name for himself, gain more fans and prize money, instead of staying here as a small-time boxer."
"Okay, buddy." Old Kevin immediately snatched the microphone when he heard him say that. "Your comment is spot on. Don't comment again next time. Oh shit, the Great Demon King's condition doesn't look good. His medical technicians are performing CPR on him. Judging from this, he probably won't be able to continue fighting."
"The result of the match is obvious. Po defeated the final boss. Now he only needs a princess."
"Next, let's hand the microphone over to KungFuPanda and hear what he has to say."
Inside the octagon, Ma Jieke took the microphone from the female host: "Why do you keep interviewing me? I'm not here to run for mayor, it's just a simple game. If you insist on me saying something, why isn't Big Rocket here today? Was my performance not exciting enough? Where are my dear top supporters?"
Not long after he finished speaking, he heard an electronic sound effect of gold coins popping.
Small, scattered gifts started appearing on social media, accompanied by eye-catching highlighted messages.
Although we don't know its exact value, it's still real money.
Then, a giant golden rocket shot into the sky, filling the entire screen.
The female host screamed excitedly, "Wow! Mr. Tang Yongliang from table number 1 has gifted a Golden Rocket! This gift is worth ten thousand US dollars!"
"A steal?!" Upon hearing this number, Jack Ma was stunned. Ten thousand US dollars, according to the exchange rate, was at least seventy thousand RMB.
Even a minor website like Bilibili only charges 2 RMB a month for a governor position, which is enough for most female protagonists to pay for offline dating services.
As usual, quickly bow to the sponsor and express your gratitude; you must provide ample emotional value.
After the popcorn segment ended, the female host continued, "Contestant A Bao, is there anything else you'd like to say about today's competition, especially the final battle?"
"A final showdown?" Ma Jieke chuckled dismissively. "It's not as exaggerated as you make it out to be. It's just a matter of beating a dog when it's down."
"Furthermore, I would like to say that this so-called 'Gouba Karate' is just a clumsy imitation of Chinese Kung Fu. It has only learned a little bit of the basics and then started to boast about how strong it is to the whole world."
"For stray dogs like these, you should either kick them to death or, if you even glance at them, it's an insult to yourself."
"Finally, I want to say that kung fu is actually very simple, just two words: a horizontal line and a vertical line. Only those who stand up have the right to speak!"
Amid cheers, Majesty waved his hands as he left the octagon, circling the arena once before finally concluding his day's competition.
Off the field, his teammates cheered and ran over, eagerly throwing themselves at him.
"Oh baby, let Mommy hug you! You were so cool just now!"
"Come and sign this for me, buddy. I have a feeling your value is going to skyrocket."
"Sweetheart, how about I help you relax tonight?"
"Fiona! Where are you touching? This is a public place."
As everyone was getting excited, Sawa patted Majad on the shoulder, looking quite mysterious: "Brother, come with me, I have good news for you."
"What good news?"
"You'll see when you get here, come on."
Following Sava through the stands, we arrived at a lavishly decorated reception room.
Behind the desk sat a middle-aged man with thinning hair, chatting with his busty female secretary. As soon as he saw Ma Jieke enter, he stood up to greet him.
The two shook hands in a friendly manner, and Sava warmly introduced, "Mr. Kaka, the tournament manager of this club."
"Nice to meet you. You can call me Jack."
"You played well, bro. Interested in signing with the club?"
Without saying a word, the other party gestured to the female secretary, who then took out a contract from her drawer.
It was a thick stack of paper, at least 2 centimeters thick, with a check for $10 tucked on top.
Smiling, he pushed the check towards Jack: "Mr. Jack, this is a commercial contract worth $100,000 to replace your current temporary contract. If you sign this contract, you will officially become a member of this club. Oh, by the way, this check is just a signing bonus. As for other benefits and treatment, you can consult your agent."
$100,000? Was it given away for free?
Ma Jie was briefly excited, but quickly regained his composure.
Don't forget this is the US server. You have to be extremely careful when signing contracts, or you could get ripped off and have no recourse.
Thinking of this, he looked away and said, "Excuse me, sir, could I speak with my agent privately?"
"Of course, please go ahead." The event organizer pointed to the door, his expression no longer as amiable as before.
Inside the toilet, Ma Jieke was washing his face by the sink, while Sawa stood beside him, looking preoccupied.
"OK, just tell me directly, what will be the price if I take that money?"
Faced with his pointed question, the guy said with great hesitation, "Actually...it's nothing much, it's just that there will be more competitions and I'll earn more money."
Ma Jieke sneered, looking at himself in the mirror: "I won't look at that contract because I know my own limitations. Even if there's something fishy going on, it's not something a non-professional like me could discover. But you're different. You're my agent, and protecting me is your duty."
"So I'm giving you one more chance. Just throw the right answer in my face."
"Note that this is not a baseball game; there are no strikeouts. If you answer incorrectly, we're severing ties now because I don't need dishonest partners."
"Fine." Sava sighed helplessly, "You'll be forced to play at fixed times and in fixed sessions, whether you like it or not."
"While this would be good for most boxers—after all, who wouldn't want to fight more and earn more prize money?—I know your temperament; you don't like being restricted. Therefore, this contract... is not suitable for you."
"Very good." After listening to his explanation of the drawbacks, Ma Jie wiped his hands and walked out: "Then go and refuse for me, and tell that bald manager that my next appearance fee is $6."
"6 dollars? Isn't that a bit too much?" The Sava people were dumbfounded. Even a newcomer who makes it into a professional UFC fighting event only earns 2.8 dollars. This is completely contrary to the truth.
"Is it a lot?" Ma Jie smiled confidently. "I don't think so. Anyway, I won't go back to the boxing ring if it's less than this number. Now go and redeem my prize money and take your share. The split will be the same as last time. Don't try to bargain with me."
"Okay, buddy, you're the boss."
A $3 prize pool, with a 15% cut, would be $4500.
Besides him, a portion also needs to be given to Max and Jimmy.
When Ma Jie handed them two thick wads of cash, Sandy and Fiona, who were watching nearby, were practically green with envy.
"What?" Fiona's expression was exaggerated as she watched Max happily counting his money. "Jack, what kind of service did this bitch provide you? Wasn't it just playing the role of a shrew? I think I could do that too. Can you consider replacing me next time? I promise I can be even dirtier than her."
"And this young man is the same." Sandy then set her sights on Jimmy's position: "If you can earn $3000 just by helping to put on bandages and apply ice packs, then I seriously suspect that you two are having an affair."
"Oh shit! You're disgusting," Jimmy retorted, annoyed. "I'm straight! Straight, you know?"
"Really? Take it out and show it to us."
"Get lost!"
"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Ma Jie laughed, stopping their quarrel. "With me, you'll never be short of money. What do you guys think about that variety show I mentioned last time?"
"I'm fine," Max confirmed first.
"Me too," Jimmy quickly added.
"Is that even a question, sweetheart? I will unconditionally support whatever you do."
Sandy, feverish, clung to him, and everyone else vomited in response.
"What about you, Fiona?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Ma Jie explained with a smile, "The production team requires each team to consist of five members, and I'm still one teammate short."
"Okay, I'll go. What's the big deal? I've never been on TV before."
"It's settled then. Wish us a resounding victory."
Having easily assembled his teammates, Ma Jie roughly assessed his funds.
With the initial $10,000 in savings, plus the prize money from the competition, and a share of the tips and gifts, the total comes to about $35,000, which is definitely enough.
Moreover, there's still some time before the show officially starts recording, so raising $5 shouldn't be too difficult.
The group suggested that Jack Ma treat them to drinks at Happy Hour Bar, and someone readily agreed.
The main problem is that the cost of living in that shabby place is too low; even if you book the whole place, it won't cost you much.
Just before setting off, Ma Jie saw a familiar figure standing by the roadside waiting for a car; it was none other than the Russian girl, Tonya, whom he had defeated earlier.
Amidst the commotion, Zhuang mustered his courage and went over to strike up a conversation.
"Hey Tonya, it really is you." She started with zero frames: "My friend bet me that you wouldn't dare sit down and drink beer with us."
"Then you're probably going to lose the bet." Tonya curled her lip in disdain. "Because I only drink vodka."