BEHIND EMOTICONS LOVE 1515 (END OF LOVE STORIES)
EPS 05 GOLDEN MOUNTAIN

EPS 05 GOLDEN MOUNTAIN

In the office space of President Director of PT Megapolitan Intercorp, Pramono was following a teleconference between his big boss Subrata and the CEO and Executive of a new partner company directly from San Francisco, United States. Hm, Subrata is indeed an accomplished orator, so charismatic and authoritative. Each of his words was like a magnit that attracted millions of dollars to flow into his companies. Megapolitan City Includes.

Suddenly the phone vibrated. Pramono saw him for a moment.

Drrr…

Marcon Allpanigard, CEO of Mexican Medcom Vision, a large telecommunications media company that controls North America and South America. Even though his face looks geeky and innocent, but Marcon is known as an accomplished businessman who is very slippery and sneaky. He could use any means to take control of the big companies. And of course Subrata’s Holding Company is a big cake that attracts his heart.

‘Damn! Basic dull boy, what do you want this boy to call at rush hour?” angryness.

Pramono raised it under the table. He did not dare to take a call when his big boss Subrata, was talking.

“Hello, Mr. Pramono. How’s life?”

“Hi, Marcon. Everything is okay. Wait a minute please. I will call you later.”

Pramono turned off his phone, then his attention again listened to the tausiyah of the big boss who looked so excited to speak on the podium. Once finished speaking, the CEOs of the teleconference participants stood up while clapping. They admired the oration of one of the richest men in the world.

After that, one by one the CEOs gave their responses. Everyone feels confident in the prospects of investment projects offered by Subrata, including Megaproject Megapolitan City in Indonesia. Some Sultans and Emperors from royal countries even bought some of the properties offered. They have long established a partnership with Subrata, and have always been profitable.

Drrr..Drrt…

His phone vibrated back. Pramono snorted in annoyance. Macron is not a man who likes to wait. Time is gold not just money. Time is gold, not money. Pramono smiled cynically. He turned off the phone. Apparently the boy did not know who he was dealing with.

Pramono is the boss of the black world. He is the one who has been controlling the illegal business behind the big name Subrata. From the business of buying and selling illegal weapons, security services and mercenaries, even mining businesses in poor countries whose leaders can be affected by dollars. In such countries, it is precisely the businessmen who hold the power.

***

Time shows at 12 p.m. The teleconference was just over. Inside his large and luxurious study, Pramono sat on his throne. He called back Macron's cell phone number. He was sure the smart-ass little boy must be in a fit of rage. There are rarely entrepreneurs who dare to ignore the notoriously cruel and sadistic young CEO. He did not hesitate to finish off the company he did not like to get to the roots.

“Good morning Marcon. How’s life?”

A few moments did not hear an answer. Only the sound of grunts and swearing from Marcon's mouth could be heard. Pramono just smiled while silently waiting.

“Good morning Pramono's. I’m not feeling good very much.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Pramono smile wider. “So. what do you want?”

Marcon took a deep breath, trying to temper his frustration. He's been studying Pramono's profile inside out. And he knows how he has to deal with it. Cannot wear excessive emotions. Because Pramono is not someone who is easy to press let alone threatened. Therefore he had to use his geeky face strategy to trick the opponent.

‘Later will look who the lizard is and who its culture is, hehehe.’ Inner Marcon.

“Halo Marcon's. Why even daydream? Still haven't found the right word to convey your heart's intent?”

“Mister Pramono's. Of course I have to be careful talking to you. You're the man behind all Subrata's successes. I've long idolized you.”

Pramono frowned, astonished by the change in attitude of this brat. But he doesn't care. Experience has taught us to be more careful when we are in calm water. Because if we fall asleep, he will wash you away and can be the cause of your loss of breath.

“Good. Thanks.”

“Begini Mister Pramono, just get to the problem. I'm interested in your Megapolitan project and intend to invest there.”

“I will buy every share belonging to Megapolitan,” Marcon continued.

“Share? That's none of my business. Why didn't you call Subrata sir?” pram Sahut.

Marcon laughed out loud.

“Of course I didn't forget that the company belongs to Subrata. But the real king in Megapolitan is you, mister Pramono.”

Pramono began to detect the direction of Marcon's talks.

“I will buy the whole shares of Megapolitan, but with your help.”

“Say clearly Marcon. no need to convolve.”

Marcon was silent for a while, like he was provoking curiosity in Pramono's heart. Then after a long sigh, he began to explain to Pramono.

“I have advanced satellites, no less sophisticated than Subrata's satellites. Maybe you don't know what your big boss Subrata is really after in Megapolitan. But I know it. Because I know what you don't know.”

Pramono is slowly lured into the game Marcon said. His face was beginning to get upset. What did he not know from Mr Subrata? He was a Subrata confidant in Megapolitan. Even he who often hid something from his big boss. Subrata doesn't know everything he knows.

“Tell me Marcon, what do I not know from what you know?” pramono.

Marcon laughed again.

“Hahaha, you really are a doll that Pramono can easily play with. You and your Megapolitan are just part of the big game Subrata is doing.”

Pramono looked at Macron's face with a flat face. It appears he was not affected by Marcon's provocation.

“I have absolutely no interest in your offer Marcon,” Pramono said straightforwardly.

“Hm, are you also not interested in gold?”

Pramono was still acting ordinary, showing no interest.

“Not just Pramono gold, but a golden expanse. And it's under your feet.”

Pramono's eyes looked sharp. And Macron caught him, he believes Pramono is starting to hear his words. Seen from the light of his eyes that look more alive.

“And I've seen it. Through my advanced satellite that is able to penetrate the outermost layer of the earth's skin, and know its contents. The gold was scattered along the Megapolitan hills. Closed by the dense untouched forest for hundreds of years.”

“Don't insult me Marcon. I know every inch of land in Megapolitan.”

“That's how you feel Pramono. You and Megapolitan are just a camouflage company. You should ask why, why Subrata dare to invest heavily in building super luxurious dwellings but located far in the interior of the island of Java.”

“What's the reason?”

Marcon paused for a moment, then said short.

“Golden Mountain under the hill Kethileng.”

Macron's tone of voice was full of emphasis. Making Pramono's face line turn one hundred and eighty degrees, and his confidence began to waver a little.