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The Good Upclass Chapter 122: Journalists
Taxi was the key. If there was any way the three men would have reached Well’s hotel room, it was the taxi cab.As they jumped into the car, the only thing that occupied every single spaces in their minds was the blog. The fucking blog. Ho they will right the blog; who will make the blog; hat means would they need to generate the blog; how essential was the blog to their plans; and how to put the blog into great publicity where in everyone would notice it once it was done. Overall, although it might have sounded like an easy plan, it was actually a very difficult one to be executed. Ten minutes in the taxi and finally, one of them decided to open up a topic so the atmosphere inside the taxi cab would ease up and silence would be replaced with words. But before anything else, before Well decided to commnce such conversation, he whispered something in the ears of Binsent Anchorman first.“Is it okay to talk about the Noodle Bar’s alleged issue here in the car even if there is someone el
The Good Upclass Chapter 123: Case, Commence!
“Journalists being biased?” Binsent Anchorman asked. “I think that is a very strong, but surely very wrong accusation, sir. Journalists are not supposed to be biased. We are not allowed to pick which side of the story to choose. We are bound to tell all sides, express all sides, and present all sides if possible. That is why it is highly unethical for a journalist to pick a side and be biased. That is just a big no, no,” Binsent Anchorman explained as soon as he realized they were being judged by the taxicab driver with no profound evidence to support his claim.“That is the thing. They were not supposed to choose which side to be with, but they still did anyway. What do you call those bastards, then? Hypocrite, right? And apart from that, they also channeled their positions as journalists to spark a revolution, which was unnecessary by the way because the society that time did not need any changing. It was just them who was not contented to the way the government governed its people,
The Good Upclass Chapter 24: NGL
“What do you mean keep yourself out of the situation? Were you there during when the mass killing of the journalists happened?” Allen Mar asked. There was something that tried to hold back his voice for a second, but at the same time, his will to know things was stronger than any doubts and hesitations that was why he was able to push his words through. “I was not just there to witness how it happened. I was part of it. I was one of those dispatcher who was paid by the government to kill those journalists. It was not an easy job. Killing was never in my agenda. It was never in my to-do list. However, for the sake of money, and for the sake of helping the community getting rid of the pests trying to change the molding of the society, I took part in killing the journalists,” the taxi cab driver continued to explain. “I was a fucking sociopath that time. I was a selfish money-driven dispatcher that all I thought was cash and credit from the government. But despite being it, though, I can
The Good Upclass Chapter 125: Commitment
“How are you doing so far?” Well asked the two men who were working beside him. They had been silent for quite a little while, doing nothing else other than working on with their cell phones and being the most busy people they could ever be for a day.“I think, if counted together, we have already made just enough,” Allen Mar answered as he looked at Binsent Anchorman and stared on the paper planted on the paper between the two of them. The paper contained user names of every single account they made for the fake review blog they made as part of their surveillance and investigation to the Noodle Bar fastfood restaurant. “Don’t you agree, sir?” he asked the twin who had been left speechless yet and had not talked ever since the conversation had started.Binsent Anchorman nodded as he stroked another name onto the list using the black pen he found on the corner of Well’s table. He counted all of the names. “One, two, three, four, five. . . . . . .” Hiis counting continued, but as he rea
The Good Upclass Chapter 126: Work and Work and Work
“Okay, you guys, snack is ready!” Allen Mar yelled from the kitchen, as he went out of the kitchen door slowly and carefully, bringing with him a platter of his own version of carbonara. As soon as he arrived at the table where two mouths to feed had been waiting for him to put down the food, he slowly lowered his arm and placed the platter down the table. He went back to the kitchen for a quick moment, and then warned the boys not to start yet because he still had to get the pitcher containing an iced tea. When he returned, he had the pitcher with him along with the three drinking glasses.“That smells so nice, to be honest,” Binsent Anchorman said as he suddenly broke free from what he was doing to focus all his senses to the food being laid down in front of them. “I was not expecting that kind of aroma from a carbonara, actually. And what is that strong, earthly smell? Is that rosemary herb?” he asked.“Actually, that is oregano. Though I can’t blame you about mistaking it because
The Good Upclass Chapter 127: The Hotel Owner
Allen Mar distributed the plates among them three, and then signaled them both that they may now start serving themselves pasta. “Please, suit yourselves. And be honest, I want a genuine review about whether my cooking is good or not. I am trying my best to channel the inner cook in me, and your reviews will be highly appreciated regardless of what it is,” he said as he poked both of the guys beside him through the elbows. “I am terrible at giving food reviews,” Well answered as he scooped some of the paste onto his plate. He did not brim it full. As a matter of fact, he only got so little that it would not even reach four to rive strokes of fork. But nontheless, it did not mean he did not want to taste his new friend’s cooking. After getting some of the paste, Well twirled his fork through it and some strands of it got caught between the spaces of the fork. He then shot it into his mouth, swiftly but carefully. “Oh, God. This is actually good. And oh! Look at that oregano extract! It
The Good Upclass Chapter 128: Human Trafficking
“Go on. Say it. What is it? What is the question that came into your mind?” Well said, unbothered. His tone was friendly, but his voice was nothing but a plain monotone that showed no interest at all. He was as if just listening but did not care. “The question is-- my concern-- ‘What if they trace the data of these people and figure out that they do not exist? What if they will realize that these are nothing but just mere made-up names used to unveil something that needs unveiling?’” Binsent Anchorman spoke. He got goosebumps. He was the one who said the question but at the same time he was also the one who got goosebumps. He could not contain it. Just thinking of it alone already made him quiver in fear. May God forbid, but if ever it would happen, they will surely be in trouble. The case would be countered against them, the table would turn around, and the one who will be put in a terrible situation willl be them instead of the restaurant they were trying to take down. “It will ta
The Good Upclass Chapter 129: Phase One, Done
Four o’clock, everything had been settled. It was already time for the dry run of their blog site. Half of the made up accounts were already registered into the site, and some of them had already been used to comment a review with some of the restaurants-- and dominantly the Noodle Bar which was the focal point of this entire investigation.“Do you think we have already inputted enough?” Allen Mar asked as he got himself up of the bed to stretch his arms and his back, and pop every single one of his fingers. They were all feeling numb. “I am already halfway done commenting using my designated accounts. How is the progress in your side, guys?” he followed up.“On my part, I still have fourteen to input. I don’t know, Well said we need to vary the tone and the grammar of every account, that is why I’m being keen to make sure that they do not appear, or worse, sound like they are the same person,” Binsent Anchorman explained. At this point, he was like a young adult-- like Well and Allen
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Chapter 160: Prisoners of the Deep
“Nowadays, it is not only tangible things that are stolen. Culprits and stalkers like them are often sent out in the world to steal impossible things like information and codes. I believe that is the thing that keeps them from running after us. Because if it is only a material thing, they could have stolen it long before already. But it’s different. They are needing a piece of information, and only the best of the best spies and culprits can do it. Only those who are willing to risk their lives and last breath only to get their ears closer to the information that their bosses need,” Binsent Anchorman explained. “Okay, okay. Hold on, why are we here again? Because, technically, since I am now an official member of the alliance, am I not right to know the basics of this group? Like, what are we working for? And who? And why? And basically all the questions you think I need the answer from?” Arjay chimed in, standing by the end of the bleacher together with Allen Mar. Even up until this
Chapter 159: Devil's Den
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one th
Chapter 158: Binsent On The Lead
Binsent Anchorman, together with Well, Arjay, and Allen Mar gathered all together onto the bleachers that were lining up outside of the church. “It has come to my attention that you are being followed. Now that we are here, somewhere that is least expected by the people to see us being gathered, I doubt if stalkers will still come after us,” Binsent Anchorman said as he laid down his suitcase on the ground. He was the first among them four to sit on the bleachers. This time, he was wearing a funny, little hat that did not match his tuxedo outfit at all. However, one thing that Allen Mar and Well could assure was that, in that outfit, he looked like their late friend, his twin brother, Detective Deib Anchorman. Well slouched down next to Binsent Anchorman; his eyes had been wondering around as if they were two little footage cameras scanning for possible threats around them. “I am now starting to question our presence in this city. Us being stalked remains a mystery to me. But one t
Chapter 157: Their Own Shadows
In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” We
Chapter 156: Everthing's Off, Everything's Improper
Just when Well arrived at the ground floor, he noticed some coalition of people not far from where he was standing. Intrigued by the on going noises, he went to see what was happening over there. After a few more meters of walking, he finally figured out what that mess was all about. Simple. It was primarily because over there was a food hall and the reason why he could hear metals banging against each other was because they were spoons and forks, and noisy people who were trying to satisfy themselves with the food that they eat. Apparently, it triggered the growling of Well’s stomach. All of a sudden, he wanted to dive into the line too to get himself something to feed for his angry tummy. Convinced that there was no time for his social anxieties anymore, he absentmindedly fell in line. He tucked his wallet out of his pants’ left pocket and draw out his credit card. Finally, he could eat now. It took him roughly ten to fifteen minutes to finally make it to the counter. There, he ord
Chapter 155: Well's Convincing Lines
With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the evening. Around this time, Well should have had in his bed already– ready to sleep because tomorrow was going to be another day full of unwanted surprises– but here he was now, in the hospital, with someone he only knew less than ten hou
Chapter 154: Discombobulated
His nerves had never been feeling this tight. The flowing of blood all over his body had been insufficient, but the only thing he ever had in his mind was Allen Mar. He kept thinking of him. He kept thinking and thinking and thinking of him. Questions spun around his brain; ‘How was the operation?’ ‘Will he be okay?’ ‘Will he survive?’ ‘What are the odds of him dying?’ ‘Was the doctor not joking when he said that Allen Mar’s injury was serious and could even bring up his death if certain actions had not been taken immediately?’ With both of his hands clasping against each other, Well shot a gaze through the busy hallway. He saw nurses in the rush, assistants going back and forth and to and from different rooms, doctors running with their shoelaces untangled, and other more disturbing and unusual things for Well but were considered normal and part of the routine in any hospitals. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside
Chapter 153: Media Man
Detective Deib Anchorman was the first to make it close to the manhole. When he got there, he drew his ear closer to the ground floor. “I don’t hear anything,” he said after five seconds of focusing all his hearing senses on the ground. “I am supposed to be hearing footsteps and cranking guns and indistinct chatters coming from the soldiers, but I don’t hear anything right now. “Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?” Well asked, his heart had been pounding so fast and so strong it was no different compared to a jack hammer used in smacking a hardened soil. Allen Mar chimed into the conversation and then corrected Well, “It is supposed to be a good thing, I believe. The detective not hearing anything from above only means that the soldiers have not returned from the search yet. That means we will have enough time to make it out here and perhaps even out of the vicinity as well. Although the latter would be so dangerous, and I don’t think our chances of success are that
Chapter 152: Too Impossible To Be True
Different scenarios had been playing in his head to the extent that he was lost already and could not distinguish the reality from the hallucinations. Hope had been the only chance he had. And although his abdomen churned in fear, and the back of his neck had been filled with goosebumps, Well only braved the situation and sat on one of the chairs at the waiting area, believing in his friend, Allen Mar that he would survive the operation no matter what. Prayers came out of his lips unconsciously without him knowing it. Fully convinced that the operation will take longer than expected, Well decided to go for a stroll outside the hospital and find something to eat. He had not eaten anything since lunch time, and he barely even finished his food back in the tavern because of Allen Mar’s intuitive conversation with the bloke man about the three suspicious men in suit initiating a negotiation talk with the secret society’s leader. Time check, it was already ten minutes past seven in the ev
