He tried not to fail today. Of course what happened yesterday, will soon be fixed today.
Today will be a day of achievement for him, so he tried to convince himself. Look at how it looks!
His legs were wrapped in black slippers with a pointed tip, while his black pants had a tip that did not touch the toes.
White shirt, brown vest, butterfly tie, plus swaying steps, moreover, there is a brown fedora and sunglasses, so it's complete.
He also began to walk with a swollen chest, after coming out of his house on his old bicycle and carrying a bag containing sheets of paper that he had to share with all the people in the village who had been his target.
"Hey, Mbwana!"
All of a sudden, someone shouted his name as he passed an alley between the settlements.
Unfortunately, he was certainly not ready for that. He had to brake very suddenly.
The victim, of course, was his shoes because the old bike had no brakes at all.
"@#$&#diot!" no one knows where the curse was hurled by him.
"Long time no see you, Mbwana," said the man, as he had followed Mbwana.
Mbwana stared at the man for a long time, but there was not a single familiar face that was passing through his head, until the man frowned.
"You really don't remember me?"
The man in front of him looked quite attractive. He wore T-shirt and jeans, as well as casual shoes. Her skin was in stark contrast to the color of her clean white clothes.
"Hey, isn't this person afraid if his clothes are splashed by puddles of water," thought Mbwana, because the slum was indeed filled with ponds due to the heavy rain for several days.
"I'm Jlamako, do you remember?"
Mbwana still doesn't remember, but yes, never mind, there's nothing wrong with serving an old friend. Even one you don't even remember, he thought.
Mbwana smiled as he asked for news formally but the old friend seemed very happy to meet Mbwana. He hugged Mbwana tightly.
"Thank goodness, where do you want to go, Mbwana?" asked the man.
However, before he could answer, he immediately pulled Mbwana's hand to the side of the road.
"Sssh, I want to talk seriously," he said.
He glanced to the right and to the left, then gave a signal for Mbwana to be silent with his index finger.
It looks like Mbwana's old friend is on a mission.
"My friend—," the man still glanced to the right and to the left.
"—um, do you already have a permanent job, friend?"
An arousing question.
"—um—" however, Mbwana seemed hesitant to answer.
"I don't think so, am I right?-" the man interrupted, "then you'll be happy with my offer," he continued.
"Look, my friend—" the man began to tell.
The man enthusiastically said that he had previously been a village unemployed man who had been fired from his job. However, now his future will soon be secured since he joined the O-Sales-Allmighty network.
He then showed a piece of paper to Mbwana.
"By joining—" continued the enthusiastic old friend, "—a person makes it possible to enter into a network that has the potential to reap tremendous benefits. The only condition is by attracting others to join."
"I mean, you just need to find someone else, and with the referral code I gave you, I will share the percentage of profit with you on the sale of these items," the man immediately pointed to the various pictures of electronic goods in the sheet to Mbwana. .
The man immediately pulled out several identical sheets of paper from his bag and immediately gave them to Mbwana. However, Mbwana immediately pushed it away until the sheets were scattered in the air
"Hey, what are you—"
"Are you done?" Mbwana opened his fedor, but still stood on his bicycle.
"What—?"
His friend is still confused.
Mbwana immediately squatted down to pick up the sheet of paper he had just pushed aside. He gathered the sheets of paper into a small bundle, however, before giving them back to his friend, he also took out a sheet of paper that was exactly the same as his friend's gift.
"Here, take it back!" Mbwana handed a bundle of papers that amounted to much more to the man.
Upon receiving the bundle of paper, his friend's face looked flat without emotion. However, he then smiled.
"Apparently you're already in the network, too? Ho-ho."
Mbwana was upset, the man who claimed to be an old friend was wasting his time. If only he hadn't stopped, maybe he'd already got one target person to invite to join O-Sales-Allmighty.