Trafford’s Trading Club

Cheng Yiran returned to Zhong Luochen's home not long after and told him what he had done at the club.

Cheng Yiran did not fully say that in addition to the range of defects in the guitar, there was another defect that he himself could not figure out.

It is said that when the music in the heart changes, the magic will disappear... What kind of music is it?

The music in my heart.

…

"Did he really say that?"

Regarding the last words of the mysterious businessman Cheng Yiran mentioned, Zhong Luochen was obviously deep in thought.

At this moment, Cheng Yiran suddenly realized that Mr. Zhong, who had huge wealth in front of him, was unexpectedly scary when he was silent.

He felt as if he had seen a fake person.

"I think what he said is right." Cheng Yiran said calmly at this time: "Since you are also a guest, why do you want me to inquire... It doesn't make sense, right? You could have gone yourself."

Zhong Luochen said calmly: "Are you dissatisfied that I treat you as a spearhead?"

Cheng Yiran's aura had already weakened a lot, but when Zhong Luochen looked at it calmly, his aura was weakening again. Thinking about how he had nothing to rely on in front of this man except this guitar, he became even more weak.

But he still snorted coldly at this time... It was also his own fault. He was upset from the beginning, and his actions seemed to be completely disordered. Compared with the children trained by such a wealthy family, he was obviously still inferior. too far.

"If necessary, I will naturally go."

Zhong Luochen suddenly smiled and said, "The most important thing now is your question... Now that we know the scope of this guitar, at least we won't be so passive."

Cheng Yiran was stunned and said, "What are your plans?"

Zhong Luochen squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Of course I want to find a way to maximize the scope... You have a good rest and prepare for the next show. The next one is six days later, and we still have a lot of time to prepare."

Soon after, Cheng Yun came back carrying Cheng Yiran's luggage. The dignified director of Feiyun Entertainment has his hands filled with big and small bags, which is quite funny.

But Cheng Yun, who had just come back, was immediately ordered to go out again by Cheng Yiran... It's not easy to be a gold medalist, right?

"Hey, are you the director... Yes, I am Cheng Yun. Regarding the next program, our company wants to provide additional sponsorship. Request? Of course there is a request... Don't worry, we will not interfere with the results. .Yes, don't worry, we just plan to help you make this show bigger. Just listen to me, we plan to hold the next show at the 'Shengshi Lotus Stadium'... What? It can accommodate nearly 70,000 people The human stage, for a TV show, is shocking enough, right? And not only the next episode, but every episode in the future, we will provide the same sponsorship! Until the end of your show this season!"

Director of the TV station: Of course Mr. Mr. Director of the TV station, nicknamed by the outside world as Sydney TV, is, hoo! !

The director of the Sydney TV station agreed without saying a word and called in the director of the program team to talk.

But unexpectedly, the director of the program frowned and raised objections.

"Director! If the program is done like this, it's not good to be honest. In such a huge scene, any shortcomings of the singers themselves will easily be covered by the sound and the too wide space. If it is not a small-scale extension, Otherwise, the meaning of the program itself will be lost.”

"All I want is ratings! All you want is work! That's enough!"

The director sighed, but secretly sighed one sentence in his heart: the system.

So, get to work.

…

…

Bumps, bumps.

"Hmm...are the newcomers beating up the established boss?"

On the small town bus that looked a little older, a young woman with white hair and strange clothes who chewed sugar candies all day long attracted the attention of passengers on the bus.

"It's a series where all the newcomers are monsters again...it's really boring."

Nero's fingers swiped casually on her phone. Was it too slow? She was so bored that she even had to browse this kind of non-nutritious online news to pass the time.

I don't know how long it took, but the sleepy Nero heard the old driver's voice and yawned and got out of the car.

It still attracted the attention of almost all the passengers, but Nero, who didn't care at all, just shrugged and quietly took the puff candy out of his mouth.

Before getting out of the car, Nero glued it to the armrest of the car, and then showed a malicious smile.

It's really fun to play a prank...

Nero clasped his hands together, stretched hard, and then looked at the archway at the entrance of the town in front of him.

Such as water town.

"Is this where Cook is hiding?"

Nero yawned again, as if he hadn't woken up. He touched his stomach and muttered feebly: "Ah, I'm full. Let's eat something first..."

…

For example, the sayings in water towns started to spread from the riverside.

As for why it’s by the river? Of course, it's because most of the people who come here are people who do laundry during the day... And most of the people who come here to do laundry are women who enjoy gossiping and decorating the ordinary life of Rushui Town.

So we call it Auntie who does nothing but gossip.

Aunt No. 1, who did nothing but gossip, said: "Oh, let me tell you, when I passed by Saner's shop yesterday, I saw a man!"

Aunt No. 2, who does nothing but gossip, said disdainfully: "Tsk, tsk, it's all news in the old calendar! I saw it a few days ago!"

Aunt No. 3, who does nothing but gossip, said disdainfully: "You are all out of date! I saw San'er and this man cuddling in the backyard that day!"

No. 4: “I heard that I’ve been living here for a while!”

No. 5: "I heard that Zhang Kun, the scoundrel from before, had a fight with this man! Zhang Kun was hospitalized after he couldn't beat him, but he didn't have the shame to tell anyone, so he said he accidentally fell into a trap while walking at night. !”

No. 6: “I heard he’s still a foreigner!”

No. 7: "Isn't there some kind of live broadcast that's popular recently? We've heard that these three guys are actually quite immodest! They tricked foreigners into coming here just by flirting with a mobile phone! Tsk tsk, tsk tsk!"

No. 8: "It's because I can't bear the loneliness. After all, I haven't had a man for a few years. How can I bear it? Oh, I don't know if the foreigner's words are really that big... Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

There are also numbers nine and ten, eleven, two, three, four, five, six and seven**.

These sounds are like flies, which will run away and come back after swatting them away. They are always in your ears, buzzing, buzzing. In the past three days, you haven’t gone to the river to wash clothes much.

It's just that people from the town who come to her tofu shop to buy tofu always look forward to the place where people live behind her shop with much more enthusiasm than usual.

Hate this place.

San'er has hated this place since her husband left.

Very...disgusting! 8