Trafford’s Trading Club

But Zhong Luochen quickly took away his palm, because he felt a slight tremor from Cheng Yiran's body, which was enough.

Still too young for this guy.

"You, you..." Cheng Yiran frowned.

Ever since their first meeting at K\u0026, he had always felt that this big boss had some unknown secrets hidden in him.

Especially since he recalled the details of that night again and again. He found...it seemed that Mr. Zhong had not been affected.

"You...could you also..." Cheng Yiran said something subconsciously.

But before he could say it completely, he woke up, suddenly stopped talking, and looked at Mr. Zhong, who was also very mysterious to him at this time, slightly uneasily.

Zhong Luochen smiled and said, "Shall we have a simple discussion?"

As he said that, Zhong Luochen looked at Cheng Yiran's reaction and continued: "Don't you think the reaction of those who were listening to the scene... is too abnormal, as if they are possessed."

Cheng Yiran's face began to look slightly ugly.

Zhong Luochen said leisurely: "According to Chengyun's report, before you were discovered by Li Zifeng, you were a little-known singer who only performed in those tacky nightclubs."

Cheng Yiran's face became even more ugly.

Zhong Luochen chuckled and said: "Since you have such strength, why has no one discovered it before... I heard that you once drifted to the north, right? Since you drifted to the north, it at least proves that you have ambitions, so there would have been no hidden treasures in the first place. This is a situation where I have no ability. So, why is it?"

Zhong Luochen narrowed his eyes, "How come you were able to conquer all the people who heard you sing overnight... and you were still in a state of being conquered like a demon. But more importantly, those who watched it on the Internet The people on the live broadcast scolded you instead, and only the people at the scene agreed with you?"

Cheng Yiran subconsciously grabbed the bag containing the guitar.

Zhong Luochen said coldly at this time: "Is it because... because the power of this guitar is not enough?"

"That's enough, don't say anything!!"

Cheng Yiran, who was sitting down, suddenly stood up, picked up the guitar that had never left his body, and smashed it down towards Zhong Luochen with a ferocious look on his face!

This move was so fast and fierce that Cheng Yiran couldn't help but flash back to the time when he was imprisoned for intentionally hurting others.

Just as ferocious as before... all these years of cultivating one's mind and character seem to have been undone overnight.

He was like a wild wolf whose territory had been invaded.

No matter what kind of abilities this guitar has, the material itself is extremely hard. If it is hit on the head at once, how can ordinary people endure it? At least the head will be broken and bloody!

When Zhong Luochen calmly tilted his head, he cleverly avoided Cheng Yiran's blow, and then grabbed the other end of the guitar and suddenly pulled hard!

Cheng Yiran's body was unstable and he was suddenly pulled down. Zhong Luochen hit his abdominal cavity with his elbow, causing Cheng Yiran to kneel on the ground in pain, covering his stomach.

Mr. Zhong, who was born in the army, naturally would not let his children and grandchildren look weak... Including the female third lady, the two sons and one daughter of this generation of the Zhong family were thrown into the army since childhood.

There is no martial arts that can break stone monuments, but the fighting skills are at least enough for the third generation of the Zhong family to cope with many unexpected situations.

At this time, Zhong Luochen grabbed the guitar with his backhand and pressed it on Cheng Yiran's neck, so that he couldn't raise his head. He said calmly: "My family is strict and I have been exercising since I was a child. It may have been a bit heavy, but it probably didn't hurt. Muscles and bones, just feel better after a while.”

Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth, but couldn't move anymore.

…

While pressing Cheng Yiran, Zhong Luochen poured another half glass of red wine. After a while, feeling that Cheng Yiran seemed to have given up resistance, Zhong Luochen said softly: "Calm down? Can we have a good talk? "

"I have nothing to talk to you about!"

"You're being tough. But generally speaking, it's safest only to know about this kind of thing. However, considering the current situation..."

Zhong Luochen shook his head; "For you, a smarter approach is...in fact, haven't you discovered the fact that we are all the same kind of people?"

"What kind of people are the same? I don't know!" Cheng Yiran's reaction became fierce again!

"Really?" Zhong Luochen sneered, "Then I'll smash this guitar for you... I think the person who sold you this guitar won't care. After all, that place is just for trading gold. That’s all.”

Cheng Yiran attaches so much importance to this guitar...how could it escape the unaffected eyes of Zhong Luochen?

"You...could you..." Cheng Yiran was immediately horrified.

Zhong Luochen suddenly let go of his hand and said calmly: "That place has been around much longer than you and I combined... So why do you think that you are the only one who has bought something in that place? Alone?"

"you really are……"

Zhong Luochen chuckled and said, "I have already said that you and I are the same kind of people... we are both guests from that place."

…

…

Luo Qiu still liked this old wall covered with ivy and this old house that was sixty or seventy years old.

"Haven't been here for a while."

The boss easily entered this house... into a certain room.

Luo Qiu remembered that before the summer vacation, he and Zhang Qingrui were still here working on the 'homework' given by Qin Fang: "This place has not been touched yet."

Luo Qiu smiled again and sat down in front of the small stool in front of the former workbench.

The maid who had been listening to the master's words now said softly: "I didn't expect that Professor Qin Fang's house would eventually fall into the hands of Zhong Luochen."

Luo Qiu chuckled and said: "Miss Qin Chuyu probably doesn't know either. She just plans to deal with the professor's inheritance as soon as possible. It doesn't make any difference to her who buys it... However, Zhong Luochen will stay here This city is probably not a coincidence.”

Thinking about something deeper, the boss said softly at this moment: "It seems that from the moment the transaction began, the customer's fate has been disturbed, and perhaps he cannot get rid of it until the moment of real death..."

It suddenly became quiet.

Luo Qiu tapped his fingers lightly on the workbench, "It's a pity that I can't hear Miss Cai's singing this time."

Luo Qiu also stood up and said with a slight smile: "I've had a lot of whims recently... but this time it was so many that I heard some interesting things."

Youye nodded gently, "Master, Zhong Luochen must have started to have some strange thoughts."

Luo Qiu laughed at himself and said: "Zhong Luochen... my first few customers. To be honest, they were not very mature at that time. It seems that this is not unforeseen."

Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "Looking back on that transaction, there should be a better way."

Luo Qiu has always been a self-conscious person, so he felt...who hasn't done stupid things when they were young?

If there really isn't, then it's not normal.

"But Master, the assets behind the Zhong family are very huge." You Ye said calmly: "Now that he has this idea, it is possible that he will really gather a lot of 'guests' in the future."

"It's like the Michael Club, right?" Luo Qiu asked calmly.

He shook his head, not intending to wait for You Ye's answer, but while playing with some of the bone products that the professor still kept here and had not been thrown away, he said: "But so what? We are just buying and selling."

Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "Even if you include my personal hobbies, the world will continue to turn as it should. As for the future..."

What does the future hold?

Perhaps it is like these bone products for people in the more distant future to evaluate.

As the current owner of the club, if nothing else happens, he will quietly watch all this in a time that is more distant than the distant future.

"...It doesn't matter anymore."

The boss put the bone products back to their original place and finally said: "I should have bought this place from Qin Chuyu. Sure enough, I was still too young." (To be continued...)