The Rich Over Famous System
CHAPTER 10
"Truely, I can learn through the system alone," Alfazro said.
[Use points for instant motor learning]
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"okay! Let's try," said Alfazro riding a big motor bigger than his body.
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Slowly the bike went and he could drive it.
"Well, I feel like the coolest person riding this big bike" said Alfazro proudly.
Some people looked at him and were amazed to see the motorbike he was driving was the same as the price of the car.
"Eh, I was familiar with the person who was riding the big motorbike" said one of the residents who saw Alfazro passing by.
"That's similar to my neighbor, just how possible he was, because he was a poor man, suddenly had a big bike so it felt impossible."
"Who knows he's got a fortune" said his friend.
Arriving at his cottage, Alfazro went inside and he immediately changed clothes.
After changing clothes, Alfazro drove his motorcycle to the market where he worked first, to make sure his friends were not disturbed anymore.
Arriving there, Alfazro got off his bike. Alfazro was shocked because his friends were battered this time around.
"Friends!" alfazro shouted towards his friends.
"Friends, what's wrong with you?" tanya Alfazro saw a bruise on Gilang's face.
"This is because of them, they have controlled this market by bringing many troops. They beat us to death like this" replied Gilang.
"Damn! Just look! I will repay them for hurting you" Alfazro said.
"No! Don't Alfazro, you're the only one fighting them, you'll get hurt later!" ban Gilang.
"But they've gone too far, I can't let them do that" Alfazro said.
"Let's leave it alone, than we die later," said Gilang pulled Alfazro's hand.
"The problem is you will lose your job" said Alfazro worried.
"It's okay, it's okay Alfazro, we can find another job. Yes, let's go, "take Gilang.
Not only Gilang, Deni and some other friends there are bruised faces, their lips are broken, the hands of their feet are injured due to being hit and stepped on them.
"They're really outrageous! I will definitely return the favor" said Alfazro, tightly gripping his hand.
"Eh, Alfazro by the way who's the bike you're wearing?" tanya Gilang saw a motorbike not far parked from the market.
"Oh, that's yes, that's my bike," Alfazro replied shyly.
"Your motor? You seriously donk, the price of your motorcycle is the same as the price of a luxury car, you don't mess around donk," said Gilang trying to jokingly eliminate his grief.
"Eh that's yes, he-he-he, I lied, that's a minjam motor," Alfazro replied feeling unwell by telling the truth.
"But they believe you brought an expensive motorcycle so, that person must be very good" said Gilang.
"Eh yes." nods Alfazro.
'I've been honest from the beginning yes, you don't believe don't blame me yes friends, ' inner Alfazro.
"Yes, we go home, tomorrow we try to find a new job," said Gilang resigned.