VIRGIN SYSTEM
The Enemy is in the Village
Two people who are members of the TGM fish bone tattoo network are now sitting on a bench in the park of a city. The two people felt a different coolness to the state of the big city which was quite hot. Although where they are now is also quite hot, but the weather is not as hot as a big city.
Two cups of coffee became friends two men took a break after a long journey. They also had information about the address they were looking for from a coffee seller located not far from their second seat. Before continuing his duties, the two men chose to rest first.
Meanwhile, in a big city, foreign men from Italy are also currently traveling. The two men were forced to use the services of a driver and a rental car because they did not really control the city area of the country and also the language. So the two foreign men chose to hire someone who could do some of the things they needed.
After traveling about thirty minutes from the direction of the hotel where the foreign man was staying, now the car they were driving stopped right in front of the office building they were headed to. A small office whose name is listed in the Video of a party, where in the video shows the figure of Moreno and his adopted son.
"Is it possible for Moreno to cooperate with a small office like this?" asked one of the foreign men as his eyes stared at the three-story building before them. Clearly they were astonished because both of them knew who Moreno was. So it is very surprising if the owner of a very large company that cooperates with such a small office.
"More specifically, we're in. I think the office is this small, the leader will not be too busy," another colleague immediately chimed in and of course his friend strongly agreed. The two foreign men went inside, meeting the woman who served as the receptionist or all complaints from outside parties. Not to forget also the two foreign men also included the man they hired to help them overcome the interests of the two foreign men.
"Welcome, sir, welcome," exclaimed the owner of the company with a cheerful face. The man who led the company seemed happy when he heard from the receptionist if there was a foreign man who wanted to meet. The man on the table had a signboard that read Burhanudin, more happy when he heard his guests came from a large company as well. Enthusiastically, the man familiarly called Burhan immediately got up from his seat as the two foreign men, along with the man they hired, entered his study.
For a while they only felt stale so that they could look familiar to each other. Questions and answers about the company happened and lucky, Burhan can use English so their communication is quite smooth.
"I had intended to work with the company. But, maybe my company is not comparable to that world-class company, I was rejected raw by the owner of the company," Burhan deliberately lied. There was a sense of suspicion when two foreign men said about the falcano group.
"Rejected how? Have you filed for cooperation?" ask another familiar stranger called Jim.
"I haven't had the chance to propose cooperation. Just limited to unofficial talk in an accidental meeting. But seeing the reaction shown by the owner of the company, I knew that he had no interest in working with me. What else does he argue that his decision is left to the child who will continue his company in this country. Really don't appreciate me at all."
Hearing Burhan's complaint, the two foreign men immediately pretended to be sympathetic. Though in their hearts there is a sense of pleasure not playing because soon they are sure to get the information they need.
Meanwhile in Rafi's village, two men who had rested in the city park, are now right in the complex where Rafi lived first. Not too far away. Just a ten-minute drive from the city park, the two fishbone tattooed men were already at their destination.
As their eyes circled around the destination as they stepped in search of Rafi's house, they were shocked by someone who appeared to be coming out of an alley one way with the two men. "Well, isn't he Madi?"
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