Trafford’s Trading Club

Li Zifeng brought a cup of hot water to Cheng Yiran, who had been silent for some time.

Li Zifeng saw that he had almost digested it, and he took the time to lament out loud: "I said, people sometimes change."

Cheng Yiran frowned and squinted his eyes slightly.

Li Zifeng sighed again and said: "He refused the job at the TV station. It seemed that he was not satisfied. I feel that he still wants to have a chance to develop well and feels that he is no worse than you... What I am saying is , he probably also wants to make his debut.”

"How could he debut!" Cheng Yiran suddenly became angry... He didn't know where this anger came from, and he continued without even thinking: "He is worse than me! It's impossible!"

But Cheng Yiran quickly calmed down and felt that what he said was a bit too much. At the same time, he looked at Li Zifeng and said uneasily: "I...I didn't mean to hide it from the company on purpose."

Li Zifeng said with a kind face: "It doesn't matter. I wouldn't say this kind of thing casually. After all, it's not a glorious thing. However, you don't have to worry too much. Many stars have some problems before they debut. I've seen too many miscellaneous things. Don't worry, I know how to deal with them, and I can handle them well... Who are we? We only exist to deal with these things for you!"

"Is there really no problem?" Cheng Yiran asked worriedly.

Li Zifeng said sternly: "If you don't believe me, you have to believe in the strength of our company, right? The company's crisis public relations is not just a decoration, right? Moreover, we want to flatter you and want you to be popular, so why can't we make you popular? , are there any benefits to us?”

Cheng Yiran was silent... For entertainment companies, the most important thing is that their artists are popular.

Li Zifeng said solemnly at this time: "But that's the case. Now that I have said something, I am not afraid of being ugly. If you leave this matter to me, you have to trust me and leave it to me to handle it. And you can no longer have any contact with Hong Guan."

"You are reluctant to change a guitar." He patted Cheng Yiran's arm and said softly: "I know you are a person who misses old feelings. So, I'm afraid you will be soft-hearted. But you have to understand that some people just value it. You are soft-hearted, so you have something to rely on and push forward. If you are willing to talk to him, it will only make him think that you are still thinking about you and will only be reluctant to give up... Look, he even revealed the past things between you two. , is there anything that can't be done? If people are shameless, there is no need to worry about anything, right? "

"You...what are you going to do?" Cheng Yiran hesitated.

Li Zifeng said: "Don't worry, we won't do anything illegal. But those in this business always have some other effective methods. But I promise, there will never be anything extreme. After all, we don't do anything illegal." Are you willing to cause trouble? I feel like this Mr. Hong is just a little mentally unbalanced. As long as he is given adequate compensation, he will not really make trouble. After all, he will get nothing if he really makes trouble. ,right?"

Seeing that Cheng Yiran was still hesitant, Li Zifeng said softly: "Yiran, the time for your show has been set. If this incident distracts you and your performance is not good, it will be a fatal blow to you. .You should think clearly about your future and your dreams. Men, put your career first. Besides, as you said, Hong Guan is a man who loves his wife, and he doesn’t want anything to happen to him and make his wife worry, right? ?”

"I understand." Cheng Yiran took a deep breath and nodded, "Then, I'll leave it all to you."

Li Zifeng gave a nice smile, "Don't worry, I am the most experienced in dealing with this kind of thing. Have a good rest and I won't disturb you. By the way, I have arranged some relaxing projects for you. Give it a good shake as well.”

Cheng Yiran was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the so-called relaxing project Li Zifeng was talking about.

However, after Li Zifeng left, the lounge room suddenly opened again, and an extremely tall and beautiful woman, exuding allure, walked in gently.

After closing the door, he slowly came to Cheng Yiran with a smile, then sat on his legs and held his face.

The fatal tenderness suddenly opened up all the male cells in Cheng Yiran's body, causing him to breathe quickly...

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The boss's fingers tapped lightly on the counter of the club, and then a light screen next to it, about twenty-two inches long, was projected into the air and slowly disappeared.

The final image of the light screen is that of men and women about to fall into the whirlpool of their most primitive impulses.

On this day, the owner of the club said that he wanted to drink something, so the maid made a special cocktail with a new flavor.

Watching You Ye shake the shaker is a pleasing thing, and watching the wine with a little light blue slowly pour into the fixed cup, and then the maid uses tweezers to pick up the ice cubes and put them in, each time One movement, completely natural.

With the sound of ice cubes clinking gently in the cup, Youye slowly pushed the completed work in front of Luo Qiu, "Master, it's ready."

"Yeah." Luo Qiu smiled slightly, but did not pick it up to taste it immediately, but suddenly said: "I was just thinking, is Li Zifeng actually the messenger of our club?"

Seeing that Youye just smiled, Luo Qiu said with a strange expression: "It's quite interesting, this method."

You Ye said calmly: "Provocation is the most commonly used method by humans. Because provocation is the easiest to profit from it... Since Li Zifeng wants Cheng Yiran to completely trust him, of course he needs to sacrifice something else."

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "I suddenly thought that if Fang was a few years ago, when he was a high school student who didn't understand anything, he would have severely criticized the filthiness of the adult world."

"Master, don't you like this Li Zifeng?" Youye said softly.

Luo Qiu finally tasted the maid's work, let the taste linger in his mouth, and let his eyes stop on You Ye, "No, I think his face is more real..."

Boss Luo said softly: "It represents part of the truth."

With that said, Luo Qiu spread some of the new work on his cup and brought it to You Ye, "Drink with me, and I'll let you know what it tastes like."

The boss's fingers lightly touched the maid's lips, bringing her a brief... taste that could reach directly into the soul of her artificial body.

"It's sweet."

Youye's dark blue pupils were sparkling, and they were eyes that could speak. (To be continued.) 8