SUCCESSFUL SCAVENGERS

addictions

Ten days had passed since Zen's women had taken the cyberian tree core extraction pill combined with her super quality herbal ingredients, sure enough, all Zen women besides shella and shelli can always ward off free radicals that run through the air.

Even some time ago, Clara had tried to drink cyanide mixed with coffee, he said to follow the trend that is crowded on his paid subscription film platform, and it turns out the results are extraordinary, he said, the cyanide poison couldn't kill Clara.

Zen shook his head when he saw the recklessness of his women who wanted to prove the efficacy of the pills they had been drinking.

And for ten days even the desire to grow crops all Zen women who have taken the pill directly increased high, even though they still get the same results, but the duration of planting became longer, the, a thing that has made them become more confident to be able to beat their husbands in bed.

While the women were busy with various business world affairs, Zen chose to settle back on the slopes of the mountain with shella and shelli.

“..you do it as usual, I have to meet the kades sir as you want to see the conditions around, who knows if there is to be helped!” zen said giving a briefing to both women.

Shella and shelli simply replied with a nod of her head a sign of approval, they were well versed with their respective responsibilities.

Zen with his casual outfit walked down the village road that had helped its widening with all costs borne by him.

“..woi Zen!” from the front, there was a shout that was typical of the vibration of his voice, who else if not Mr. Edo.

“..eh sir Edo, where are you going again?” greet Zen politely.

“...where have you been? Since graduation, I've only seen you again, while all your work in this village is handled by a secretary who doubles as your wife the Shella!” said Mr. Edo nyerocos without pause of breath.

“..hehehe..common sir Edo, Zen lectures in megapolitan city there, can scholarship!” answer Zen low.

“..waah you are indeed Zen smart, smart lesson is also smart looking for bini, lengga responsibility-stage eight bini directly!, lgga kaya’ father! This is see So BB!” said mr. edo.

“..what is BB sir edo?” zen asked with curiosity.

“..bambak Bini. this just look, early in the morning has been told to wander here and there looking for his needs, time just make it difficult to ask for forgiveness!”

“...bwakakakak!” Zen laughed off hearing the curse of the Aki-aki forgetting the land in front of him.

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Not yet edo continued to speak, suddenly his hape reads.

“..yaa bune.. yaa... it's just a little more until...”.

“..iyaaa...”

Zen who saw the expression of joking pak edo on his wife felt pity, but also wanted to laugh.

“.. already there Edo sir, most chat rooms are there you can ration again tonight!”

Zen mocked Mr. Edo who looks manyun muzzle his lips.

Mr. Edo who feels the call of nature has been very important directly start the two-stroke butut motor that immediately boil like a satayman, a minute later Edo sir has left the Zen position.

Zen returned down the village road to the village hall.

“..Zen...!! woi..Zen!!” the shrill voice like a seriosa singer whose talent must be buried deeply sounds loud.

“..let alone this?!” zen murmured to see the road, in front of a shop standing MILF women who had been widowed, he was Desi the owner of the stall that Zen had helped through his company's CSR program.

Formerly this Desi is LC karaoke in the suburbs, after knowing Zen succeeded, he returned home to the village intending to ask for work, but Zen thought otherwise, he prefers to provide soft funding for her to set up a food stall, rather than take her to work, because Shella and Shelli disagree.

Zen crossed the road and approached.

This Desi stall sells a wide variety of daily dishes the most famous is sambal ijonya.

This desi illustration is similar to @xomissbecca (check ige itself yaa), just a version of the village, with makeup ala-ala city people scribble, desi trying to put forward his physique to set the customer.

Not infrequently the fathers of the basket often linger – long diwarnya desi since open to close, only to see the figure of Desi bohai abiis.

“..eeh mbak Desi,..how does the stall mbak? Rame?” Zen immediately poked with a question that seemed to hold accountable for the CSR funds he had received.

“..you are Zen, not yet asked for news, play directly ask for SPJ only!” desi grumbled that morning using a hotpant with an open tanktop that showed a tinge of two pieces of his 38D mountain chunks.

Her hair painted in the colors of Harajuku makes her a stark contrast to the style of village women on the slopes of mountain leatherback.

“..jam as soon as not rame Zen, still this morning, just a little more, just as the clock ngopinya the devices of the village, then berjibun this stall, until need expansion to know engga seeeh!” arrogant desi explained.

“..oow.. good, means that Desi is a success doong!” exciting Zen.

“..I heard your wife there are eight yes Zen! Rame knows you want to seeh, you are being talked by citizens fitting in hanging out in the day!” said Desi who tried to make a scene.

“..namely windfall mbak, must be grateful!” answer Zen briefly.

“.. Why are there any plans to add so?” desi asked with a body gesture that was flirtatious to try her luck.

“..hehehe..” Zen just laughed.

After exchanging a few hundred sentences, Zen finally resigned his retreat, because in addition to the stalls had begun to be crowded, Zen also had needs with the village head, Mr. Suyitno.

Visible face of the failure of Desi who has tried hard to be able to pick up Zen.

“..yaah failed again.The base is a pervert quack, just watch out!”

“. he said the pellet is powerful, where it has played the stab twice again it's shaman for the payment, I must hold the responsibility later!” Desi grumbled with the failure of his efforts to hook Zen with the help of pellet science obtained from the shaman next door.

Zen laughs – ketiwi while going away from his stall Desi.

Five minutes into his steps with occasional right and left, Zen arrived in front of the village hall where a pack of kades and village devices were waiting for him.

“..naah that's the guy!” exclaimed sir Suyitno-Kades who looked angry that he was standing pacing in front of the village hall.

“...morning pack kades!” said Zen politely immediately took the back of the hand of the kades sir and pay homage in the customary style of eastern.

“...morning Zen, you have been waiting for this, sorry for the invitation suddenly because!” said pak kades who direct Zen into a closed meeting room in the village.

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The door of the village hall was opened from the outside.

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All the guests present in the sealed meeting room of the village hall immediately stood up.

“..introduce this is Zen, a successful businessman of junkyard in this village!” said Mr. Kades introduced Zen to meeting participants who had looked frustrated waiting for a long time.

“..mari please sit!” mr. Kades again invited his meeting guests to sit back.

Zen observed one by one the guests who came, some people seemed to have a very concentrated negative aura.

“...they are a group of businessmen from the city next to Zen, want to set up a textile factory on the mountain slope land adjacent to your land, because they have trouble contacting you, because they have trouble contacting you, they ask you to invite you to the meeting!”

“.. Currently they already have permission to use forest land directly adjacent to your land, only, for access roads to open their territory, they must pass through your agricultural land, he said, so their arrival to ask for permission and talk about the costs that will be needed to open your farm was”, said Mr. Kades again explained the case.

“.. I do not allow it, because my farm is also important, some world-class clients are already waiting for the harvest, it is impossible for me to sacrifice my farm for access to their textile factory road, so they should rethink the design of their textile factory pack Kades!” Zen spoke firmly.

“...haiisshh... I expected before,.” said pak kades immediately voiced.

“..so gentlemen...—“

“...one hundred million!”

“.. We are ready to compensate one hundred million for the land we will use to open road access!” said a messenger wearing a tie and a full suit.

Kades and the village device that heard instantly smiled,

“..you're wrong if mnggertak!” they know who Zen is.

“...again I emphasize, my farm is more valuable than your textile factory project, so I think this meeting is over, Mr. Kades! Please note, I will never give/sell my farm land to open into a textile factory! permisi” Zen immediately took the back of the hand of the kades sir and said goodbye.

As Zen stood up from the chair he was sitting on, various gazes accompanied him, especially the gazes of the city envoy who wanted to set up a textile factory.

Mr. Kades who saw the reaction of Zen had indeed expected it, one side of the city people did occupy government land, somehow they lobbied the government to want to provide land area according to their needs which are currently still in lush forest conditions.

On the other hand, Zen is a local who indeed controls 90% of village land, it can be said that the village that is now inhabited is a village owned by Zen.

Many residents have been helped by Zen, although many of their land is purchased by Zen at a satisfactory price.

All that is left is the villagers whose land location is opposite the road with a stretch of Zen-owned land that is very attached to the slopes of Mount Belimbing.

Zen walked casually away from the village hall, occasionally greeting and dialoguing with villagers who complained a lot about the problem of hape that had made their children addicted and become lazy.

Zen plans to round up all the kids who are addicted to hape in the village and will do hypnotherapy.

What Zen said was immediately approved by the villagers, with hypnotherapy, it is hoped that the village children can escape from the name of gadget addiction.

After finishing dialogue, Zen again walked towards the market, where he had complained about the fate of being a hauler at dawn until the hour before leaving school.

“..woi Zen!!” shouted an old man standing in the corner of his rice shop.

“..pak Sukarta!” Zen immediately met him.

“..great you Zen, the boy who used to always flanks rice every dawn, now has become a success! I'm proud of you!” said Mr. Sukarta who patted Zen's shoulder with a satisfied laugh.

“...all thanks to the help of Mr. Sukarta too, if only you did not accept my work on the board, maybe I can not be like now!”

“..kamu too low Zen, indeed that's the way of life, all there is a time, if you used to be below, now you are even further above the father, remain Zen who I used to know, you know, many villagers have been helped by all your programs and assistance Zen!” mr. Sukarta looks teary when talking.

“..what's the matter sir ? looks like you're so depressed!” zen asked full of questions.

“.yaa so Zen, these two years are a tough test for the father, fall wake up this rice business you are working on, you have also applied for a loan here and there but there is no answer, the debt is mounting, until my wife fell ill from distress!” said Mr. Sukarta with a bent expression on his face.

“...owalaah! how much do you need, where are you, your account number!”

“..The real you Zen!” sukarta sumringah sir.

So far, Sukarta had only heard Zen doing business, not even knowing if the land of Zen lined up from the entrance of the village to the very back of the village.

Mr. Sukarta himself is the type of person who does not want to know the affairs of others, enough himself to hear if Zen has been successful with the business of collecting used oil bottles and crowded visited by the scavengers has made him understand the success of Zen.

What he does not know if the price of used lubricant bottles purchased by Zen from scavengers has a value added that is beyond reason, because of lack of information.

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The notification sound if the transfer of funds from Zen to Sukarta sir has entered.

“..ini..sooth Zen! One...oneu Billion!” mr. Sukarta immediately closed her mouth after saying the last sentence.

“..father use it as well as possible, and just think of it as my thanks, because you once received me working in the father's place, do not think to be returned!” zen said very slowly and politely.

“..kk-kid you are very good Zen, this is really a help for the father, after this the father will immediately pay off all the debts of the father, thanks to Zen, thank you!” mr. Sukarta immediately cried with what he had received.

An answer to do’a-do’a all this time.

“...if I may know, what wife of the father is sick? Who knows I can help heal” Zen said.

“..ss-seriously you are Zen!”

“..heummmnn” Zen nodded his head.

“..kalo so, let Zen, follow the father, please you see, if it is from your hands that the father's wife can be cured!” mr. Sukarta was so enthusiastic when Zen nodded his head.

For him enough evidence Zen sent a billion just with his hape, this Zen volunteered to heal his wife, of course, sir Sukarta did not want to lose his precious momentum.

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By riding a motorbike in the 2000s Zen was carried by Mr. Sukarta to his house located on the outskirts of the market and adjacent to the village that Zen occupies.

“..buuk.. put... mr. pagang!!” greet Mr. Sukarta from the doorstep of his house.

This Sukarta sir house is actually very spacious, about 300m2, with the style of old buildings that have never been completely renovated.

“..bapak?!” greet the daughter of Sukarta sir's son.

“..ii-this Zen master isn't it?!” The princess immediately stammered because she saw the idol of her heart when in high school uniform.

“..what's the Princess! Long time no see!” sapa Zen's.

“..bb-good brother Zen!” The princess looks wrong.

“..eh!” The princess who realized that she was in Inem fashion immediately ran to her room to change clothes and dress up abegeh era now.

Mr. Sukarta who saw the girly of his daughter could only smile on his own.

“..Mari Zen, we go into the room, the wife of the father can not stand since two years ago, since the father began to be in debt!”

Zen then followed Sukarta from behind him.

The view of an old-fashioned room complete with ulin wood in furnis neatly filled the private room belonging to Pak Sukarta and his wife.

On top of the bed drowned a woman who was the wife of Mr. Sukarta.

At first glance Zen can find out if Sukarta sir's wife has been exposed to shamanic games, there may be people who do not like the success of Sukarta sir's business.

“..please provide betel leaves that are dark green 5 sheets and water in the basin!” Zen asked Sukarta to immediately prepare his request.