Trafford’s Trading Club

It was too dark, and Cheng Yiran couldn't see clearly what the two people in the box looked like...whether he knew them or not.

But the weird feeling that drove him here finally drove him to walk in and sit down.

Across the huge glass table in the private room, he pointed at the person sitting on the sofa... He only knew that the person was male.

But he couldn't see clearly what he looked like or what age he was.

"You are..." Cheng Yiran frowned.

"A businessman, a businessman who can sell you anything." Luo Qiu looked at Cheng Yiran. The darkness in the box was also an obstacle for Cheng, but for the owner of the club, there was no difference between light and darkness.

"Businessman?" Cheng Yiran lowered his head, seeming to be deep in thought.

"Look." Luo Qiu suddenly said softly.

This successfully attracted Cheng Yiran's attention, and he immediately raised his head. Cheng Yiran's face suddenly turned a little horrified when he raised his head.

Because he could see something clearly. Although it was dim here, it was not so clear that he could not clearly see what was happening in front of him on the table he was leaning on.

The mysterious man in front of him just reached out and touched the glass table, and some broken things appeared directly in front of Cheng Yiran.

He recognized these broken things as the electric guitar he smashed with his own hands after he and Hong Guan had an argument.

Cheng Yiran subconsciously reached out and picked up one of the fragments... There was also a word engraved on it, and there was one word written on it: sea.

"Is this your thing?"

"This is my thing." Cheng Yiran nodded, but frowned: "Is there any mechanism here? Are there hands and feet on the table or... forget it, I don't have time to watch you do this. Weird magic show. Besides, I don’t even know you.”

"This..." Luo Qiu suddenly snapped his fingers, "Is this considered magic?"

The fragment in Cheng Yiran's hand suddenly flew out, and all the fragments and parts on the table were suspended one by one at this moment.

They began to slowly reassemble themselves in front of Cheng Yiran, and even the broken strings were reconnected.

A complete electric guitar finally landed in Cheng Yiran's hands!

It’s so amazing, I can’t think of any magic that can do this! Cheng Yiran rubbed his eyes vigorously, and even subconsciously reached out to pluck the strings.

"This feeling... this is my guitar!" Cheng Yiran suddenly raised his head and said in disbelief: "How did you do that!"

"What do you want?" Luo Qiu asked without answering, "And are you willing to pay something for it?"

"I..." Cheng Yiran opened his mouth and held the 'resurrected' guitar with both hands, "I... I..."

"It seems that the guest has not been decided yet." Luo Qiu smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter, our door is open for you at any time as long as you are willing."

With that said, Luo Qiu stood up, as if he wanted to leave.

Cheng Yiran shouted subconsciously, "Wait... wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

"Is there anything else?"

"This... this guitar..." Cheng Yiran hesitated: "This guitar..."

"Just think of it as a souvenir." Luo Qiu said calmly: "This is a small gift for you. Don't smash such a precious thing next time."

Cheng Yiran tightened his grip on the guitar in his hand. When he saw the mysterious businessman and the other figure about to leave the box, Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted: "I...I can buy it." To what?"

Opportunities are fleeting, and Cheng Yiran has an extremely deep understanding of this. For a most ordinary musician like him, who has little talent, no glamorous appearance, or even no financial foundation, even if it is just an opportunity, he must seize it.

But he had never encountered an opportunity before... an opportunity like this that subverted his perception at this moment.

This may be an opportunity.

Even if the other party is a devil.

"I, I..." Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth and said seriously: "I want to buy it!"

…

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"sorry Sorry!"

Hong Guan kept apologizing...nodding and bowing to the manager of this nightclub. His passion and backbone have long been smoothed out on the music road full of thorns.

For the sake of his life and family, even if the other party was scolding him so much, he told himself that he had to be patient...at the very least, he couldn't lose the money he paid for tonight's performance.

The manager of the nightclub snorted coldly at this time: "What the hell! I'm a good performer. If your partner says to throw things and leave, just throw things and leave! You have a lot of character! If you have such a character, then don't come to my place to sing." Ah! Who the hell begged me to give you a chance to stay here in the first place? You guys almost ruined the event tonight!"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

Hong Guan said quickly: "Calm down! I will talk to him carefully when I get back... He was in a bad mood tonight, and he drank some more wine, and his mood got worse. I think he couldn't bear it all of a sudden. Stay. Besides, manager, you see, even though he behaved like this, didn't he get well afterwards? I am alone, and the guests in the audience are also quite happy."

The manager waved his hand in annoyance, "Okay, okay, don't say it! Isn't it just salary? Don't worry, I am honest in everything I do! I won't cut you half a penny less for your share, but your big one Singer friend, I'm sorry! I don't have a penny! Tell him to get out of here, I don't want to see him in the future! Bah, what are you pretending to be in front of labor and management!"

"Manager, can we discuss it again? If you don't give it at all, that would be too..."

"Besides!" The manager glared hard. The aura of having been in nightclubs for more than ten years was enough to scare Hong Guan, "Besides, not even you!"

Hong Guan immediately lowered his head sadly, this is the reality.

After the manager finished cursing, he turned and walked away. Before going out, he knocked an electric bass leaning against the door to the ground and sneered: "Musician? Bah!"

Hong Guan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but did not step forward.

After the manager left, he silently picked up his electric bass... Now that he had decided to give up, what did it matter whether he picked it up or not?

He said this to himself.

Hong Guan sighed and subconsciously took out his phone... On the first page of the address book on his phone, the first number stored was still Cheng Yiran.

Hong Guan tried to click on the screen several times, but in the end he didn't click on it.

In the end, he just chose to send a text message, briefly talking about what he was dealing with, and finally wrote: You should calm down, I will go back first, my wife is still in the hospital. If anything happens, come to me. Then, I didn’t cooperate well with you for the last time, which is a pity.

But before sending it, Hong Guan was silent for a while, then deleted the last sentence one by one and changed it to:

Good to get together and good to go.

…

Hong Guan silently packed up his things and walked out of the nightclub, letting out a heavy breath. He suddenly smiled, and he didn't know what he was laughing about.

Instead of choosing Didi Taxi, in order to save some money, Hong Guan planned to rush over and take the last bus.

"Hey! I'm off work, right! I'll come to the hospital right now! It's not hard, it's not hard... Well, okay. I didn't eat... Oops, I forgot to eat. It's okay, I just bought something to eat on the roadside Just one moment." Hong Guan was chatting on the phone with his wife.

Passing by a fish egg stall, I subconsciously stopped.

"Boss, is there anything left to eat?"

Yu Danqiang, who was sitting on a folding stool and reading the newspaper, raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth and said casually: "There's nothing left to eat. It's not even enough for one portion. If you want to eat, just pick up everything." It’s five yuan for your portion.”

"Okay." Hong Guan nodded.

Yu Danqiang stood up, took the tool, and began to skillfully put the remaining fish, tofu, fish eggs, etc. on a bowl. He suddenly glanced at Hong Guan and said casually: "Brother, let's make music. Yes?"

Hong Guan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the tools he carried on his back... which he would probably never use again to make a living. He shook his head and said, "No more."

Yu Danqiang took another look, "Why? Isn't it good to make music?"

Hong Guan smiled and said, "I can't do it anymore."

"Really." Yu Danqiang nodded and sprinkled the sauce on the packed bowl with food, "Okay, thank you for the five yuan."

Hong Guan gave the money, picked up the things, and left.

After a few steps, I suddenly heard the fish ball stall owner say from behind me, "I just sat here and listened to it all night. It sounds pretty good."

Hong Guan suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the owner of the fish egg stall. He suddenly smiled and walked towards the boss.

"What are you doing? Don't you have chopsticks?"

Hong Guan shook his head, but he untied the electric bass and put it on the stall, "Boss, I'll give this to you."

"Send it to me? I won't be polite, and I won't give it back to you. Are you really willing to give it up?" Yu Danqiang glanced at it casually, still holding the cigarette in his mouth.

Hong Guan just patted the boss's shoulder lightly, without saying anything. He just picked up the packing box in his hand, put it in front of him, smelled it, and said softly: "This is very fragrant, it must taste good."

Yudanqiang shrugged, sat down, put his left leg on his right knee, and read the newspaper again.

For the owner of the fish ball stall, this was another strange person whom he met by chance.

Hong Guan had already left. Yu Danqiang yawned and tidied up his stall. But at this moment, from the nightclub in front, a loud sound suddenly came from the loudspeaker, "Damn it, you will die if you stop for a moment!"

But as he listened, Yu Danqiang became a little distracted. The cigarette butt he was holding in his mouth suddenly fell to the ground without paying attention.

He just subconsciously walked forward... approaching this brightly lit nightclub. Not only him, but some people from the nearby nightclub who had finished their fun and walked here also started to look at the door of this nightclub.

It was as if they were attracted by something... attracted by the deafening sound that seemed to be beating their inner world.

At the same time, inside the nightclub, the manager of the nightclub opened his mouth, with an incredible look on his face.

He looked at the customers in the hall who seemed to be going crazy, the hostesses under him, the bartenders... and so on, all of them were swaying like crazy as if they were on drugs!

"Crazy... crazy..." the manager muttered to himself, but his body swayed involuntarily to the beat.

All this is just because, on the stage at this moment, Cheng Yiran is playing and singing a song crazily: "paranoid". (To be continued.)

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