Chapter 154: JD on the street
A week passed quickly.
Dayo kept training, kept working, with Richard who didn’t let Dayo slack at all. He was like Dayo’s second assistant — the mont he saw Dayo’s schedule free, it was ti to train.
Dayo’s popularity didn’t slow down; instead, it increased.
Dayo broke the record for gaining the highest number of followers in both one day and one week simultaneously.
By now, across all platforms, he had gathered over sixty million followers — a number that didn’t even feel real yet.
This afternoon, he wasn’t at the pool.
He was sitting in a quiet lounge with soone he hadn’t seen in years — Timo, an old friend from before fa swallowed everything.
Timo was a close friend back then in high school.
Timo was still the sa.
Sa bright smile, sa restless energy.
He did content creation — small street videos, little skits, random giveaways whenever he had money.
Dayo t him when he was returning from California after the competition. He sat by the other side of Dayo, and only when Dayo went to the toilet did Timo rember him.
At first, Dayo thought Timo was a fan, but a quick flashback from his mory reminded him who Timo was.
The reason for this eting was simple.
Dayo wanted to do content like Mr Beast, but he couldn’t do it alone, so he wanted to hire soone.
When he saw Timo, he rembered that Timo sotis fild people at bus stops, sotis surprised holess folks with food or clothes.
His page was small but genuine.
That was why Dayo liked him and wanted to work with him.
They sat opposite each other, drinks on the table between them.
"So," Timo said, leaning forward, "you’re really back."
Dayo smiled. "Looks like it."
"And you want to start... what? So big content thing?"
"Yeah." Dayo nodded. "I’ve been thinking about giving back. Not just with money — with ideas. Projects. Challenges. Stuff that helps people but still entertains. But I don’t want the usual celebrity hype. I want sothing real. And different. Sothing that people enjoy and benefit from."
Timo rubbed his chin. "Sothing real... I like that. And with your page blowing up every day? Bro, we can push anything."
Dayo chuckled. "That’s why I called you. I want you to work with . Create with . I need soone who already understands the streets and what people respond to."
Timo blinked, shocked. "? Work for you?"
"Work with ," Dayo corrected. "You’ve been grinding on your own for years. It’s ti people see it."
A slow smile spread across Timo’s face.
"If we do this... we have to start strong. Sothing simple but catchy."
"Exactly," Dayo said. "So what do you think — would you work for ?"
"Haha, of course I would."
A wide grin was written all over his face and he couldn’t wipe it away.
Dayo smiled. "Alright, that’s good. Now let’s plan the first one."
They both leaned over the table, a notebook between them.
"What about helping students?" Timo suggested. "You know... surprise people with school fees. Maybe those with student loans or transportation issues. Simple but aningful."
"That’s a good idea," Dayo said. "But let’s make it interactive. Sothing that connects people. Maybe a challenge. Maybe a hidden clue. Maybe a random act that spreads itself."
Timo’s eyes lit up.
"Ah! What if we spin a wheel for strangers on the street? Whatever it lands on — they get it. Could be groceries, a phone, paid bills, anything."
Dayo nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah... that works. It’s fun. It’s wholeso. And for the students, we ask questions on what they want the most and help those who need it the most."
Timo grinned. "And with your popularity right now? It will explode."
Dayo leaned back in his chair, satisfied.
This was exactly what he wanted — a new beginning that wasn’t about fa, but about purpose.
"Alright," Dayo said, tapping the notebook. "Let’s make this our first content."
Timo laughed. "Done. When do we start?"
"Tomorrow."
And just like that, the first step of Dayo’s new public journey began — simple, intentional, powerful.
And it would shock the world.
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The next morning ca faster than they expected.
Dayo wore a plain hoodie, cap, and glasses.
Timo carried the filming gear in a small bag.
They t outside a busy mall in Texas — neutral ground, not too loud, not too quiet.
Timo looked around. "Bro... you sure?"
Dayo smiled. "We said tomorrow. This is tomorrow."
They set up the small spinner wheel — colourful, simple, with options written boldly:
Groceries ?? School Fees ?? Rent Support ?? New Phone ?? Paid Bills ?? Cash Gift ?? Mystery Box
And at the bottom corner, a small box labelled:
JAD Treats — Premium Chocolate
Timo laughed at the na when Dayo told him yesterday.
"JAD? What does that even an?"
"It’s short for my na. Jason A. Dayo," Dayo replied. "And it sounds calm. Makes sense for a chocolate brand."
It worked. The package looked clean — black and gold with a simple JAD logo.
Dayo felt a bit cringe because Mr Beast had his own chocolate brand, so he wanted to have his own, which was already on the cards.
After all, with a cooking skill of SS , he was able to co up with a chocolate that rivaled a lot of top brands in the world. Now he was here to market and gift it to the world.
"Let’s start," Dayo said.
Timo hit record.
The first person they approached was a tired-looking college student holding a backpack that had seen better days.
"Hey," Dayo said softly. "Want to spin for a chance to win sothing?"
The girl looked shocked. "Wait... JD?"
"Yes," Dayo laughed. "It’s . Co, try it."
People nearby turned imdiately. Phones ca out. Whispering started.
"No way."
"Is that JD?"
"He’s actually outside?"
"Bro, he looks different... but it’s him."
"It’s the hair for . I recognize him anywhere."
The girl spun the wheel.
It stopped at School Fees.
Her eyes widened.
"No... no way."
Dayo nodded calmly. "How much do you owe?"
She stamred. "$5,000."
He paid it on the spot.
She burst into tears and hugged him. People clapped. Caras flashed.
Timo kept filming everything and also participated.
Dayo saw this and muttered, "It seems we would have to hire a videographer."
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Next was a middle-aged man trying to get food for his kids.
He spun.
Groceries.
Dayo pushed a cart with him, paid for everything, and handed him two packs of JAD Treats for his kids.
People scread.
"JD is BACK!"
"Bro, this is insane!"
"He’s just out here helping people?"
"Is this a movie?"
"He’s actually real... he’s not hiding anymore."
So recognized him from his old Video.
So recognized him from the swimming competition.
So recognized him from TikTok.
Everyone wanted to see him.
But Dayo remained calm, smiling, moving from one person to the next.
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