Capítulo 34: The Promotion of Wow, the Marvelous Beaten Omelette
It had been a long time since Lowo N'air and Sorriso felt as excited as they did that night. They were full of plans and talked for hours. Sorriso spoke about how he would help Lowo N'air make money, while Lowo N'air assured him that he would repay him for all the good things he had done in his life. The plan was simple: they would promote a product they called the "Wonderful Whipped Omelet," or simply Wow. According to them, it provided instant energy, perfect to be consumed first thing in the morning.
The next day, they spent the entire day trying to sell the product, but no one believed in its effectiveness. People laughed at them, finding the idea absurd. However, Sorriso had an idea: he didn't know the exact day, but he knew there would be an important fight between the local champion and a challenger. He thought they could use the occasion to promote the product.
The fight would be a title match. The middleweight champion, Ind Sandovan, also known as "The Champion," would be challenged by a middleweight fighter named Digio Galini, "The Fearless." Sorriso, being kind of a cousin to Galini, knew the potential of the challenger well. Moreover, Galini himself had taught Sorriso some special moves, making him good in street fights. The idea seemed perfect: if they could help Galini win the fight, the product's success would be almost guaranteed.
Sorriso's idea was simple: with the power of Wow, the "miracle omelette," Galini would be able to defeat the champion with ease. Initially, Galini refused, but after much insistence from Sorriso, he finally accepted. After all, he had nothing to lose, and if Wow truly worked miracles, he might even get rich with the victory. There was just one catch: Galini would need to pay 5,000 upfront.
"We're going to make a deal where you'll easily defeat the champion," Sorriso said confidently.
"But what exactly are you planning to do?" Galini asked, suspicious. "Take my money and run?"
"No way!" Sorriso responded, adjusting his posture. "We're going to bet everything on you, and when you win, we'll make a fortune."
"Are you really willing to risk that much for me?" Galini questioned.
"Yes, we are. And if you win, you'll earn far more than just 5,000," Sorriso replied with conviction.
"But what if I lose?" Galini retorted. "How will you pay me back?"
As they discussed the plan, Sorriso made a bold proposal: "Do you remember that old car you always wanted to buy?" Sorriso asked. "Well, that Doditadium 68 is an inheritance from my father, and I never wanted to part with it. But if you don't have the courage to bet on yourself, I'll do the following: lend me another 10,000, and we'll post 15,000 on your victory. If you win, I'll do everything I can to convince my family to give up the car, after all, it's worth much more than 15,000. What do you say?"
Galini accepted the deal; his eyes gleamed with the proposal. He had always wanted that car, but some parts were missing for a full restoration. It was a vehicle he had dreamed of owning for years. The car was a Doditadium 68, and restoring it wasn't difficult for him, given that he was rich. Moreover, Sorriso assured him that if Wow was as good as they claimed, Galini had a good chance of winning the fight.
"Alright," Galini replied, considering the offer. "And to show I trust your proposal, I'll lend 20,000, on top of the 5,000 for the product you're selling. If the outcome is positive, you'll make a nice profit from this bet. However, if I don't win the fight, the car will be mine. Deal?"
Lowo N'air, who had remained silent until then, intervened: "Friend, are you sure you want to risk this inheritance you've received?"
"Of course," Sorriso responded. "I trust you. Don't you trust yourself?"
Lowo N'air, however, was cautious: "I'm just thinking, what if this product only worked on us because we're younger," Lowo N'air said hesitantly.
Galini, annoyed, retorted: "What are you insinuating? I'm only 30, and I'm not ready to retire yet. I want to finish my career as a champion. I'm not old like you seem to think."
"Just tell us when the fight is, and we'll take care of the rest," Lowo N'air said confidently.
Galini looked at them seriously and responded, "The fight is tomorrow night at the Bronze Arena. If I win, I'll present all of you as my lucky mascots."
Lowo N'air quickly interrupted: "No, Galini, thank you, but we'll pass on that kind of publicity. We're going to conquer our territory on our own merits and luck. We don't want to depend on anyone."
Galini raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "What do you mean, you don't want to depend on me? Won't I be advertising a product you claim is miraculous? Don't you want to promote it?"
Lowo N'air continued: "It's not a matter of not wanting your help, but rather maintaining our independence. If Wow really works, our victory will come naturally. Besides, we can't handle the excess results of exaggerated advertising. We need to be moderate; otherwise, we wouldn't have come to you. Remember, Mr. Digio, this is an exclusive product, and soon, only a few will have access to it. In my view, you're a lucky man."
"When did Lowo N'air get so good with words?" thought Sorriso, remembering that just a few hours ago, they were trying to sell the same product to anyone who could pay.
It was time to leave, and after saying goodbye to Digio, the two friends headed home.
On their way out, Lowo N'air accidentally bumped into someone who was heavily escorted by massive security guards, keeping anyone from getting close to him.
To Lowo's surprise, the guard he bumped into retaliated with a shove that sent him flying.
Immediately, Sorriso took a fighting stance, and before the guard could defend himself, a high kick landed on his face, causing him to stagger back slightly.
With a malicious grin, the guard licked the corner of his mouth to wipe away a small trace of blood, while everyone else stood still, waiting for the outcome of the incident.
To everyone's surprise, before the aggressive guard could attack Sorriso, an incredibly fast punch struck him, leaving him no time to react, and he simply collapsed.
The others prepared to attack the arrogant character who had delivered the blow, but everyone, without exception, was astonished when they saw that the ruthless punch had come from a skinny, almost skeletal boy.
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