Chapter 7

Stefan covered his ears tightly tonight. Even though it was late, the shrieks of insults still managed to reach him, but he simply ignored them. He was staying up late, busy tinkering with his phone to design a sophisticated program to boost incoming orders. He named the program SJ-Gacor—"S" for his own name, and "J" for John.

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Even with intelligence and memory far surpassing that of a normal human, it didn't mean Stefan could suddenly do whatever he pleased. If that were the case, he would already be exceptionally wealthy instead of working as a ride-hailing driver and a household servant. Stefan was still an ordinary human with his fair share of flaws and limitations.

His life wasn't like receiving a cheat system or walking through Doraemon’s magic door to instantly strike it rich. No, not at all. Stefan lived a normal life rooted in logical reality—navigating a harsh, bitter existence and fighting step by step to succeed.

After completing his dawn prayers, Stefan immediately tackled all the household chores, leaving nothing out. He deliberately did them at the crack of dawn so he wouldn't be late getting out on the road like the past few days. Impressively, by just past six o'clock, everything was completely finished and cleared.

Seeing Stefan already dressed and ready to earn money, Robert and Luchy—who had just woken up—were caught off guard. What was their pathetic brother-in-law up to now? Robert quickly approached Stefan, who was sitting on the porch tying his shoes.

“Eat some breakfast first, hey!” Robert ordered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I already did. No need to worry. I’ve prepared bread for everyone's breakfast. Please go ahead and eat.”

“You’re fine just wearing those clothes. Don't you ever wear a ride-hailing jacket. Don't go around showing people what you do. It’s embarrassing for us.”

Lionny, who had been busy in the kitchen, approached Stefan and said, “Don't forget your lunch.”

Robert commented sneeringly, “You don't need to pack him lunch, Sis. He’s a grown man.”

Stefan stood up, fully prepared. “I’m heading out. Sorry I can't say goodbye to Mom and Dad because I’ve already received an order to drop off a student, so I can't be late.”

Stefan revved the engine and sped off. Arriving in front of a fairly luxurious house, a middle school student was already waiting outside, accompanied by his mother.

Stefan pulled out his phone, confirming that he had arrived at the location and picked up the passenger. The distance from the pick-up point to the destination was just under two kilometers, with a travel time of no more than ten minutes.

Stefan eventually arrived at the front gate of SMP Negeri 1. The teenage boy hopped off the motorcycle, offering a polite thank you. Stefan targeted at least three student drop-offs this morning, needing at least fifteen thousand rupiahs in cash to refuel his tank.

Second order!

Another student.

Third order!

Yet another student.

After dropping off the passenger, Stefan called John to ask where he was. It turned out John was still at their usual spot, so Stefan headed over immediately. He found John eating fried snacks for breakfast.

“Landed any orders yet?” Stefan asked, sitting down on the concrete bench right beside John.

“Not yet. It’s been half an hour already.”

“I’ve sent you the app file. Install it now. I’ve already completed four orders.”

“Huh, seriously? I’m scared of getting suspended, man. If I get suspended, what account am I going to use to drive?”

“I guarantee it’s safe.”

The thin man with dark olive skin relented and followed Stefan’s instructions. He opened his phone and installed the app file Stefan had sent via chat. Before long, the SJ-Gacor program kicked into gear. Merely three seconds after installation, John’s phone vibrated—a sign of an incoming order.

“Whoa!” John’s eyes widened, his body recoiling in shock. “How is that even possible?”

“The app basically speeds up your phone’s processing, improves signal reception, keeps the phone snappy, and protects it from viruses—all tailored specifically for our ride-hailing app. More importantly, it prevents our accounts from being restricted by the platform’s system algorithms meant to cap or equalize order distribution.”

“As long as my account doesn't get suspended!” John stood up and jumped toward his motorcycle. “Stefan, I’m off! I’ll update you later!”

1:00 PM.

The two of them met up at the same spot once again.

“Crazy! I completed fifteen orders!” John said, slapping his forehead in disbelief.

“Hopefully we can hit thirty by tonight.”

“My arms and back feel like they’re about to fall off right now!”

“And my backside is on fire!”

“Ha-ha-ha!”

John handed Stefan a trendy coffee drink worth over twenty thousand rupiahs. Receiving it, Stefan was touched but felt it was a bit wasteful, thinking the money would have been better saved.

“Relax, Stefan. A customer gave me that drink.”

“Oh, I thought you bought it with your own money. Alright then, let's share it.”

By the end of the day, they had completed over thirty orders each.

In total, Stefan earned a net cash income of 450,000 rupiahs today—a massive sum for a ride-hailing driver nowadays. Stefan parked his motorcycle in the front yard—not in the garage, as his in-laws hadn't granted him permission—and walked weakly toward the front door.

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

Lionny quickly opened the door. “Wa’alaikumussalam. You came home at eleven! You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Stefan forced a smile. “As long as I can provide enough money for you, sweetheart.”

Stefan saw no one in the family room or dining room, as everyone had retired to their respective bedrooms. Before heading into his room, Stefan handed two hundred fifty thousand rupiahs to his wife.

Rather than feeling happy, Lionny felt deep sympathy watching her husband push himself to earn that much money, especially working from morning until late at night.

The next morning, as he was preparing to leave for work, Stefan saw a scavenger passing by the house, eyeing the trash bin closely.

“Hey man, this is my spot,” said the middle-aged man, whose appearance was thoroughly disheveled. He assumed Stefan was a fellow scavenger. “The past few days I’ve found mutton satay, Jakarta soup, martabak, toasted bread, and pizza here. I’m a regular here, so back off!” The scavenger gestured for Stefan to step away from the trash bin.

Stefan was stunned, but he replied kindly, “Please, take this pizza, Sir. If you have a family, share it with them as well.”