Trafford’s Trading Club

The craziness in the nightclub lasted until two o'clock in the morning.

Until Cheng Yiran left on the stage, the atmosphere here seemed to have not calmed down for a while.

What should I say?

Probably, it can only be described as unfinished... It was the most primitive, most brutal, and most capable of mobilizing people's adrenaline hormones at a large-scale concert, which really made the audience burst into excitement!

Cheng Yiran stepped down, but the audience was still like tempered steel, burning from the bottom of their hearts.

"eoreeoreeoreeore!!"

There was no sound from the speakers, but you could still hear the loud and spontaneous shouts of the audience in the rest room backstage... However, there were only a few hundred people, but they shouted out loud like tens of thousands of people. Feel.

Cheng Yiran sat here alone. His hands hung naturally on both sides of the chair, and he raised his head, unconsciously looking at the lights above the room.

And the electric guitar was lying quietly on his legs.

Dreamlike scenes flashed before his eyes, and the enthusiasm of the audience seemed to turn into molecules in the air, inhaled into his body, integrated into his blood, heating the bright red blood, It flowed all over his body.

He had never experienced such a sweat-soaked feeling, and his whole body seemed to be on fire... There had never been such a moment, when he felt that he was so close to touching the expectation in his heart.

All of this...all of this is because of it.

Cheng Yiran lowered his head and carefully picked up the electric guitar on his lap with both hands... All of this was because of this electric guitar.

The mysterious businessman said that it can make a sound that makes people fall in love with it.

After it was reborn, it was endowed with a shocking magic power from the mysterious businessman!

Cheng Yiran suddenly wanted to share this incredible and joy with others, and he quickly took out the phone from his trouser pocket.

But he saw a message message.

"Have a good time together..." Cheng Yiran's feelings about sharing felt like he had been showered with cold water or being showered with cold water. He placed his finger on the first name in the address book, but did not really click on it.

Cluck cluck cluck.

The sound of knocking on the door suddenly came.

Cheng Yiran frowned, subconsciously put the guitar on his body again, and then walked to the door. He didn't open the door immediately, but just asked coldly: Who?

"It's me, Manager Dai!"

Click.

Looking at the nightclub manager, who had always looked down upon him, Cheng Yiran frowned and said, "I will leave after I pack my things. Don't worry, I won't damage your things."

He just signed a one-time singing agreement with Manager Dai... Cheng Yiran knew this man's face.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Why am I here to drive you away?"

Manager Dai pushed open some of the half-opened doors, walked in, and said with a smile: "Xiao Cheng, you see the effect tonight is really good, I am very satisfied. Do you want to join us?" Sign a long-term contract here?"

"Long term?" Cheng Yiran frowned.

Manager Dai said: "That's right. A lot of customers just said it was so good! It's not so good even when taking drugs! I'll listen to it next time!"

With that said, Manager Dai took Cheng Yiran's arm with one hand and brought the distance between the two closer. "I told you many things. If I don't listen to you singing, I won't come next time."

"Really?" Cheng Yiran frowned.

"True! How come it's not true?!" Manager Dai patted his chest and said, "I never tell lies! Can't you hear this? People in the hall outside haven't left yet! Listen to this! Aren’t you still shouting ‘encore, encore’!”

With a large group of people still waiting for him to sing, Cheng Yiran's first reaction was to secretly chuckle. But while I was secretly happy, I couldn't help but be secretly shocked that the magic power of this guitar was so terrifying.

He suddenly became distracted.

"Xiao Cheng, Xiao Cheng? Xiao Cheng?" Manager Dai gently shook Cheng Yiran's arm at this time.

Cheng Yiran came to his senses and said calmly: "Manager Dai, I want to consider the long-term contract you mentioned."

Manager Dai has seen this kind of situation many times. It's just that he has never given this person a good look before. Now, the look he is giving him deliberately seems to mean that he is inflating his worth.

Originally, such a stupid young man was easy to deal with. To be able to open such a nightclub in this area, the boss behind it is of course a very capable person.

He, Manager Dai, has been working here for so many years, so naturally he doesn't need to look at people's faces... But now, he is unwilling to use coercion and inducement. At least, before breaking his skin, he has more reason to use a gentle policy.

Damn...this kid is so amazing! I, a person who doesn’t understand music, actually started to love it!

"It's okay, it's okay, you should think about it."

Manager Dai chuckled, "But it's best not to think about it for too long. As you know, our place is the most popular. How many people want to be on stage here? Although there is still a lack of a long-term contract here. ...but there are many people down there, some of whom are related to each other...but I keep suppressing it. I can't ruin the stage to drive away guests, I have to find the right one, right? However, this is also stressful. It won’t take long!”

"I will give you an answer as soon as possible." Cheng Yiran nodded and pushed Manager Dai out of the door: "I'm a little tired, I'll leave through the back door later."

"Then remember to give me an answer? It's agreed!"

Even with the door closed, Cheng Yiran could still hear Manager Dai's voice.

At this time, he was leaning against the door of the room and had just calmed down slightly. When he left the back door of the nightclub and the city's cold wind blew down his face at nearly three o'clock in the morning, Cheng Yiran still had an unreal feeling.

Maybe this is just a dream... When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be back to its original state.

Cheng Yiran walked to a snack stall but suddenly stopped.

"It's closed here, there's nothing to eat." The owner of the snack stall waved his hand and said, "Go to the convenience store in front, it's open 24 hours a day."

"No..." Cheng Yiran frowned, stepped forward, pointed at the thing placed on the small folding stool at the stall, and said in a deep voice: "Where did you get this thing?"

"This?" The boss opened his mouth, then shrugged and said: "Someone gave it to me. Just now, a young man. What, do you like it? Five hundred, I'll give it to you. I just looked at it, and it's still quite new. , it should be worth something.”

"He gave it to you?" Cheng Yiran took a step forward again, grabbed the other person's collar with both hands, and almost roared: "He gave it to you? Why did he give it to you! How could he give it to you!"

"Damn! Are you kidding me?" The owner of the snack stall suddenly grabbed Cheng Yiran's arm and twisted it hard, easily twisting the man's shoulder away. "Let me tell you, I am not here for nothing! Uncle Ah! When I came out to hang out, you were still wearing your crotch at most!"

"Let, let me go!" Cheng Yiran said instinctively in pain.

Yudan pushed the person away forcefully, frowned and said, "If it had been ten years ago, uncle, I would have taken off your arm!"

Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth and didn't dare to get close. After calming down, he hesitated and said: "He... the person who gave you the thing, did he say anything else?"

"Forget... young man, if you have a big fart, it's like your mother is dead." Yu Danqiang yawned, shook his head, turned around, continued to clean up his stall, and said casually : "This thing belongs to me. If you want it, take five hundred. If you don't, just leave."

Cheng Yiran lowered his head, sighed, and said nothing. He just glanced at the bag placed there silently, sighed again, and turned to leave.

The other side...the other side where Hong Guan left.

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"I'm going...are I really leaving?"

Yu Danqiang turned around in astonishment, stretched out his hand and said: "Do you want three hundred? Just three hundred... two hundred! One hundred and fifty... Damn, one hundred and two, we can't miss it! Damn... this thing It’s so worthless!”

Yu Danqiang shook his head and continued to close the files.

"Do you really only want one hundred and two? Then give it to me."

Suddenly, Yu Danqiang heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw a younger man accompanied by a woman. He didn't know when he arrived.

Oh, there is a beautiful woman accompanying him...probably some rich kid who comes out to have fun?

Such a calm demeanor.

"One hundred and two was the price just now, now it's three hundred... no, five hundred!" Yudan raised his eyebrows forcefully.

"When you say a price, you have made your decision. You cannot raise the price any more." The young man asked with a smile: "Do you think it is this price?"

Yu Danqiang was stunned and thought to himself: Is this guy uncomfortable if he doesn't get slaughtered?

By the way...is this guy planning to show off in front of this beautiful woman next to him? Gee, these rich kids.

"If it's not too expensive, I can take it all together!"

I saw the beautiful woman next to the young man walking over, putting down the money, picking up the things, and finally said slowly: "Put it away."

Yu Danqiang suddenly shuddered... Only then did he see clearly that this woman's eyes were blue!

Um...color lenses? Foreign girl? (To be continued.)

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