The next couple of days were filled with me meeting different aliens across the city alongside Bashan, and first discussing the deals, to later usually agree to them, since the old man already selected only those who seemed good, and for the most part, legit.
Then we actually went to do this thing. I had to record some lines of alien language, which I had no idea what they meant, so I insisted on getting somebody who could translate that, and Bashan got one of the Atri to do so. It was some slogans, for the products I was promoting.
Then I had to go naked and let some devices scan me so then they could use it for advertisement purposes. They would shoot commercials, create posters, and do other stuff, which got combined with the previously recorded lines.
I got to be the face of some drink, which the blue old man really liked, a clothing brand, fitness chain, and even manufacturer of small flying vessels.
