BLUE METAVERSE

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Faiz did not care how diligent Doni offered to be his assistant. After coming home from the cafe Lily, the boy was still trying to stick close to Faiz and never stop talking about tense moments at every Baby F match. He even memorized a few moments of Baby F matches with whom, how many scores, how long, what strategy and what are the most comments from fans on his game. His brain memory is equivalent to the memory of a professional football commentator. I don't know what made him so interested in being an assistant. If the hobby of playing universe war, why not try hard to win continuously, move up levels and can pass the selection of professional players from certain clubs.

Maybe the goal wants to remain in the universe war world even though it cannot be a pro player. Faiz could not say what intentions were stored in his mind. Isn't that way more dignified than begging just to be the assistant of a new pro player who even intends to leave the online game world.

“You keep training so you can be a pro, Don. Sometimes we can practice together."

“I've been trying for a long time, but I can't. I'm more interested in being your assistant.”

“Although not paid.”

“Although not paid.” reset Doni firmly and definitively.

“You're crazy, Don. What the hell do you expect to be my assistant.”

“Proudly aja.”

“Mau pansos?”

“That's bonus.” Doni grinned showing his neat teeth arrangement.

Doni has a tall body. He said he mastered karate. At school he included children who respected friends. His friends are many, including female friends who he says he rubs him. He is also not awkward in getting along in various circles. I like white cigarettes and a little alcohol.

The criteria of Doni verified by Rio, Blue, Kikan and Hani have actually met the qualifications of a professional assistant. But Faiz still hasn't budged. Why is there an assistant, he was determined to stop being a slave to game lovers. He would only play occasionally as he pleased. Nobody decides when, who and how. There should be no intervention one bit. He wants to be free.

The next day, Doni woke up early because Amar required a male guest who happened to be all Muslim to pray congregation in the mosque. Doni did not complain in the least even though Faiz knew Doni slept late at night because he was busy chatting with Rio, Hani and Kikan while warming up by drinking a little wine he brought on the back porch of the house. Let it be a matter of proselytizing Amar warned them of the law and the dangers of cigarettes and liquor. Faiz did not care about the little debate that was going on between them. Whatever. That night he just wanted to be a listener, observer and stargazer of the night. A cup of bandrek and boiled corn is more than enough to accompany him to open information on the development of the money market, stocks and krypto from his salary before moving to brush his teeth and sleep.

At breakfast, Doni still try to find face by helping to set aside boiled taro and pure milk Faiz ration. Again Faiz did not care. If there is no Doni, Ceu Lilis will prepare a special breakfast for him. All the workers at Amar's house must have known who Faiz was. They always respect and treat him well.

Not only that, besides tempting Fathia Doni swiftly help Blue arrange their luggage in the car. He even offered to drive by showing his SIM. Really am. That makes Faiz so envious, because he had wanted to try his ability to drive on the road hilly areas that are quite extreme contours. It feels like it needs to challenge the adrenaline with something different than usual. Tired of the adrenaline rush in the world of e-sports. Need an outlet in the real world.

“We leave in nine. Don't use a driver, bro. Preparation bring a makeshift tent in case we get lost not finding lodging.”

“Agreed, Don. I and Rio can also replace nyetir.” Kikan added enthusiastically. His adventurer soul tempestuous.

“I can also drive.” said Faiz spontaneously did not want to lose.

“But you haven't been allowed to drive, sister. Remember, you don't have a SIM.” yet Amar warned with his sharp eyes. The boy is fit to be a police officer, always reminding him of any rules including the rules made by his parents

“I just said I could drive, Mar. Not to drive. I want to be the boss today." Faiz said as he took a comfortable position sitting lazily next to Doni who was already in the steering wheel.

Amar smiling. He immediately did the exact same thing in a different car driven by Mr. Nandi. Azka faithfully tailed behind her followed by Blue and Rio on her right and left.

"We follow Nandi, Don. Don't bother using maps. The signal here is unstable. I'm kayaking on the planet Corsima."

"Where is the planet Corsima?"

"It's not time you knew, Don."

Salutes. Doni tapped his forehead with his left finger. His right hand is still fully concentrated to control the direction of the wheel. For Doni, his boss-to-be is great. He is young but his mind is visionary. His future would be bright if accepted to be the assistant of someone like him. Planet Corsima was called a possible investment in the future of the universe. Only certain people know what, where and how the planet is.

Curious. Taking Baby F's heart is not easy. Doni has been proven to captivate people with his words and body language. Special people are different from most people. Doni is not desperate. He must be increasingly intensive to find out for sure how the character of the prospective boss without relying on words of recognition from his mouth. It took a long time. It takes observing what he does every day to understand the daily habits that are usually related to a person's character. What is something interesting to him?

"Thank you, Boss. I have been kind enough to pay us expensive natural tourism packages in Citarik. The boss said he was going to Citarik last night, it felt like durian had collapsed."

Faiz only responded with a faint smile. It seems that he does not need compliments.

"That's surprise. I have long wanted to Citarik, but stuck no friends and funds. People like me it's hard to make a tube."

"Why?" There began to be a response again even if only one question word.

Doni smiled happily. For others that one word may be worthless. For Doni, one word is an opportunity to show yourself in front of his boss candidate.

"I don't know how the prophet is. There are only friends who are tempting to ignore my mediocre money." Doni speaks reality. The money his parents gave him was never more, there was always a lack. His mother often scolded him because he asked for extra money before his time. Though in hindsight his parents gave an allowance that is not small.

Faiz smiled faintly.

"Teach how to raise money dong, Boss. Your Blue word in addition to e-sport is also good at mainin investment instruments."

Faiz glanced at it with his sharp eyes. He was very careful to read the situation. In his heart he cursed his aunt who opened the card about his skills that are unknown to many people. The skills he said he had acquired from his father's genetic heritage. Instincts appear just like science that is passed down from the sky without a course process or formal learning. He only dared to rely on instinct. The analysis will appear in the next stage following a semi-structured habit pattern of some sort of algorithm.

"Investment is based on instinct, Don. It is difficult to explain in words how. If you are interested in investing, try it. In the middle of the road you will learn there are separate chart patterns that are formed from price fluctuations. If we expect at the next stage will continue to rise significantly, buy a lot. If the potential goes down, it is sold. If it drops suddenly because of market sentiment when the portfolio is good we keep it for a certain period of time until he rises again."

"Simple that?" In his heart, Doni complained. Gibb. Just hearing him his head was already throbbing. Especially practicing it.

Faiz's description is not in his logic at all. Investment has certain patterns that can be predicted based on historical history combined with social, economic, and political news or rumors that are taking place in a country. Analysis of stock portfolio must be dizzy. It is not just about numbers and price movement patterns.

Better not ask any further. A wrong step of his head can grow to three. Let Faiz think about how to portfolio stocks, forex and krypto. Only his brain is capable of analyzing without feeling burdened. Doni is supportive of everything his boss does.

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