Men's Soleh Wealth System
47. First Day's Effort

"I heard my son was beaten to a helpless stupor" said Aziel and Joki, head of the school Foundation.

Aziel looked at each other with Jockeys. They wonder why Dandy's parents even got such a report? They only reported that Dandy was taken to hospital.

"Sorry, Sir. It looks like you got the wrong information" Aziel said trying to cover up the reality. He doesn't want his two men to get into trouble by Dandy's parents.

"But I got the news from two men standing there. They confessed themselves. Now this cop is gonna check how bad my son is! Why are you covering this up? Do you have any connection with them?"

Aziel was stifled because of the information. He did not expect, they themselves who claimed without knowledge.

[What's your purpose in hiding your men's crimes? ]

'Sorry, but they are my loyal members. However, if they choose to confess, I cannot do anything either.'

The Dandy family who did not get an answer immediately entered into the room where their child was being cared for. Meanwhile, the Jockey elbowed Aziel who had chosen silence earlier.

"Groom, Bro. They even brought the police all. If Dandy reports any interference, how are we? Must follow us in arrest?"

Aziel turned the body leaving the location. To him, it was enough of his business with Dandy. He wanted to see firsthand the two people who had been secured by several authorship parties.

However, just as Aziel was approaching, one of the two men gave her a headband code and some eye code implying she was not approaching. Aziel nodded and turned towards the parking lot choosing to return to the chicken shop, Joki followed Aziel's direction.

The young man immediately looked for Kano. It turns out Kano is preparing a kitchen that has been renovated together. His head was immediately upright aware of the Young Master's presence.

"Well, has Young Master come?" However, Aziel only gave a flat response to Kano.

"Young Master thought about what? added Kano.

"Hmmm, take care of Beno and Deded at the police station."

The canoe jolted turning the head left and right. "The feeling they had climbed onto the masang nameplate of our store. Why are you suddenly at the police station?"

"Well, will you help them?" Aziel handed some money into Kano's hands. "If they are granted conditional freedom, this can be used."

Kano scratched his head looking confused. "Young Master got money from where the hell? Why is it never over?"

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The next day, where being the first day for the tarwih prayer, Aziel along with the other members began to open their fried chicken business.

This time, the chef to mix the spices is, one of the members named Gino who they think is very good at cooking. The time is too short, making them unable to find a real cook.

The stubborn Aziel, forced this stall to open today. So it is, fried chicken concoction Gino, a cook compared to other members.

"From today, we will introduce this fried chicken to the community. Remember, all this we share is free to them. No one asks for a fee!" aziel stood leading the herd of tattooed creatures.

"Young Master, have we not tasted our fried chicken yet?" knock one of them.

"Hmmm, I just trust you. You said Gino was good at cooking, I believe him. I hope people like it."

However, the Jockey thrust the fried chicken into Aziel's mouth. Aziel frowned because his chicken could not be bitten.

"Hows it? Still believe in them?" muttered Joki smiled cynically. He became the first person to try the fried chicken. Which turned out to be as hard as a rock.

Aziel tried to bite him again. "Relix!"

The young man felt a pain in his teeth. "Hmmm, looks like this first one we just spent first."

"Ziel, I heard Kirana pinter cook it. What if he's the one we made our chef? Mumpung school holiday," bargained Jockey.

"We don't want to eat that chicken, Young Master! Our teeth will come out!" shouted the members from behind.

"SPend off! Than the mubazier. If you spend it, that's okay. If you give it to someone else, it must be the best. While opening this shop, I will try to find a professional chef for our shop."

The members of the mafia who were demoted to waitress chicken stalls were elbowed each other as if they were not willing to eat extraordinary hard food.

Aziel and the Jockey went to the house of the Ustadz Syahrul family. By saying greetings, they were welcomed by teachers and imams of mosques nearby.

"Sorry, Mr. Ustadz. We purposely came here to ask Mr. Ustadz's permission to take Kirana. We need his help today." Aziel explained to his teacher.

Ustadz Syahrul glanced towards the house. "What do you both want with my son?"

"We need his help to cook at a chicken shop not far from here, Mr. Ustadz," Aziel explained.

Ustadz Shahrul chuckled at Aziel's explanation just now. "Why did you make my son a cook? What do you want to plan?"

"Hmmm, we tried to cook it ourselves, Mr. Ustadz, but it was not even edible. I heard, Kirana is good at cooking. So, I came straight here. Because we have a mission to distribute free chickens to the public, to welcome this Ramadan."

"Subhanallah ..." murmured Ustadz Syahrul. "Waaah, then please take Kirana. But I'm coming along too."

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Kirana had been busy with the fried chicken submerged in the deepfrying pan that was there. He glanced at the left in admiration.

"Now, this shop belongs to you?"

"Yes, please teach us how to cook delicious fried chicken. So that people like the food we offer." said Aziel to do point.

"What aaah, make that fried chicken!"