Benalu's Son-in-law Turns Out to be a Genius Hacker

51. Old friends suck

Stefan was shopping at a supermarket in Jakarta by himself at noon today. While picking a few pieces of clothing in a store, she meets a man who is not so foreign to her.

“Ryan?” ask Stefan without hesitation.

The man was stunned for a few seconds and said, “You are my high school friend who is quite proud. You're very famous for having been a crazy man for three years and hitchhiking at home in-laws. I can't possibly forget you, Stefan!”

At first, Stefan wanted to smile because he could be reunited with a figure he so admired for several years when he was a teenager.

Ryan, although there are no striking achievements, but he has an admirable personal guarding trait. For example, mending can not math than get a mockery of his friend. He really does keep his pride. If blinking three times in one second could decrease his dignity, he would not do it for a lifetime.

In High School, Ryan never got the highest score or won in a race. He was never the head of the OSIS or even the head of the class. However, due to his strong character and always keeping his words and mannerisms, one would not dare to look at him for long, out of disdain. Ryan has charisma.

Even so, Stefan still scored a smile on his lips, just a bland smile. He said kindly, “From the beginning I thought you would definitely succeed, Ryan.” Stefan watched Ryan from top to bottom.

The outfit attached to Ryan's body is at least 100 million in price. The watch and necklace seemed to be the most valuable. Not to mention the smartphone in the hands of the latest output. Ryan is attracting attention.

Ryan smiled bitterly and said, “A few months ago I met an old High School friend as well. I'm sorry, because we're preoccupied with gossiping about you. No other laughingstock than to watch over a mad man for three years.” Ryan laughed for a moment.

Actually, Stefan wasn't weird about Ryan saying this. In the past, in this male class, he liked to throw insulting jokes even though sometimes the jokes were not funny but other people were hurt to hear them. His good reputation covered his dry laugh.

Ryan continued, “What do you want to buy in this store? Can you really tell the difference between expensive and cheap? Very rarely has anyone ever lost his memory three years and he can go alone to the mall. Impossible.”

Stefan was still calm, then he put his hand in his pants pocket. “Can you take me to a decent shop for me?”

Ryan rubs his chin and says, “You better buy used clothes, Stefan. A widower who had previously been a prankster at the home of in-laws was highly inappropriate to buy a shirt for five million. Mending you saved that kind of money for your meal rations for two months in Jakarta. This city hard.”

Hearing the words, Stefan wanted to laugh. Stefan then watched the atmosphere inside the store and said, “Yes, this place is too expensive for someone like me.”

Ryan patted Stefan's shoulder. “Come with me down. We copy. There are so many things I want to talk to people like you about. Maybe you'll be welcome to work there.”

They arrived at a famous coffee place starting with S and ending with S as well. Ryan told Stefan to sit down. He ordered.

Shortly after, Ryan sat down to face Stefan. He sipped his coffee, then said, “The price of one cup of this coffee can make you eat three times a day in Jakarta, Stefan. Rarely do you go to this place.”

Ryan knows a lot about Stefan from some friends because there are two people who work at Sanjaya Sawit. However, the information he knew only reached the divorce of Stefan and Lionny. Afterwards they assume that Stefan's life is over.

Stefan's getting restless. “Some people know that dark past. I hope you don't discuss it.”

Ryan hastily cut. “Do we have to discuss the future? You have no future, Stefan! Yes, we admitted that when you were in high school and also studied abroad, but that was then, now with that mediocre brain, can you succeed?”

Stefan took a breath. “Hopefully,” reply Stefan is still friendly. He gave a smile back. “Say, you'll offer me a job?”

Ryan fixed his seat and raised his leg, then said, “I've done the third interview on Nano-ID. Applying as a supervisor. His job is to supervise and coordinate each team leader.”

Stefan nodded as he threw his gaze towards another visitor. “Nano. Supervisors. Pretty high of your department. I'm new with the Nano-ID name. What company is engaged in?”

Ryan patted the jidat. He had predicted that Stefan couldn't possibly know the name of the company. The perception of three crazy years and hitchhiking at the in-laws' house has knocked out anything good and good from Stefan. In Ryan's eyes, this Stefan was truly like a pitiful man who knew nothing.

Ryan stared low, then said quite clearly, “Company managed by the Indonesian government. It's just that Nano-ID is not a BUMN like Telkom and other state companies. But, the government has a stake in Nano-ID. Engaged in IT field. Projects such as web development, applications, software, anything related to IT, and also computer devices.”

Stefan nodded again as if he had just understood. “I'm interested in working there. Can you take care of it for your old friend?”

“Jeez, Stefan. You may be accepted as an OB, according to your experience at Sanjaya Sawit at that time. Or I'll try to recommend you as a security guard. Your body is very tall. You fit.”

So far, I know what Ryan's character looks like. He hasn't changed in the past. In fact, what it shows is just flexing. Even HP only buy using paylater. If you know this guy's dilapidated, he's got four bills on the pinjol app. And when he comes home, he will show off the innova of a million people to Stefan, even though the installment is still three years away.

“Thank you for giving me a drink. Someday I will treat you too,” said Stefan fitting in the mall parking lot.

“Where is your car?” ask Ryan while glancing.

“I just drove you here. I've ordered Grab to go home.”

Ryan snorted. “Gosh! Yeah, let me take you. All right, I want to see what your contract is.”

Stefan shakes. “Grabnya has arrived near the parking entrance.”

“OK. Don't forget the reunion on Sunday night. If I don't have a good shirt, I'll guarantee it. There we will talk again about your OB work in Nano-ID.”