Trafford’s Trading Club

But even though it was the third time they met, Cheng Yiran still couldn't see more from the other party... more information he wanted to know.

Not even a small movement, or a habit that can reveal his character.

He did try to use observation to spy on the mysterious businessman before he came in for the third time. But when the boss sat in front of him, Cheng Yiran had to overturn his childish thoughts.

He is not like Zhong Luochen, who was born into a rich and noble family. His observation skills are almost unparalleled... If he could recognize people, he would not let Li Zifeng play with them and applaud them.

This made Cheng Yiran swallow back almost everything he wanted to say... and after the other party's opening remarks like "What's the matter?", he even had to express his thoughts urgently.

As if skipping the step of thinking, Cheng Yiran was surprised at his own honesty as he said, "Why... can Hong Guan also use this guitar?"

Cheng Yiran felt that what he wanted to ask was actually: Why can't he play this guitar anymore?

But why...is this a problem?

Luo Qiu thought for a while and said: "Well... I thought Mr. Cheng would be more interested in his own problem. The complexity of people's hearts once again made me sigh. So, let me ask you in turn, why does Mr. Cheng think Hong Guan can't use it? Where is this guitar?”

"This is what I bought!" Cheng Yiran said subconsciously.

Luo Qiu said calmly: "If a customer buys something in the store...for example, a mobile phone? Or other tools, will others not be able to use them after they return?"

"This is different!" Cheng Yiran immediately retorted.

"Is there anything different?" Luo Qiu still asked.

Cheng Yiran clenched his fist and said: "This is something I bought with my... my soul! Even if it is like you said, others can use it because of the ability of the product itself, but now I, the original owner But it can’t be used! Does this make sense?”

"About this question, I think I told you very clearly in our last meeting, Mr. Cheng." Luo Qiu shook his head and said: "This time, I don't plan to answer this question again. All I can say is, Guitar Your own ability has not disappeared, you can awaken this ability again."

Cheng Yiran frowned...waking up again?

If it can still be awakened...then it's not the worst situation yet.

So he quickly asked: "How can I wake it up?"

Luo Qiu said calmly: "Well, this is beyond the scope of suggestions. If Mr. Cheng wants to know, I'm afraid he can only do it through trading... Of course, apart from your soul, there is nothing that Mr. Cheng can use for trading. , I’m afraid there aren’t many left… Do you want to buy it?”

The mystery here seemed to be magnified countless times in Cheng Yiran's heart at this moment, so much so that his heartbeat was so fast at this moment that he couldn't help but break out in cold sweat all over his back.

He did not lose his mind, and he knew even more that he could not impulsively face the store and the store owner who possessed mysterious power. He knew that he was insignificant and that violence would not only fail to solve the problem for him, but would instead lead the problem in a worse direction.

Still a little too stupid.

Still a little too young.

If I could have thought about it more clearly the first time, if I could have thought about it more carefully... If I had been able to come up with something more suitable for my needs instead of being so frustrated after hearing the guitar's capabilities, I wouldn't have ended up where I am now. A dilemma.

"I...I'll think about it again."

Cheng Yiran finally retreated under the calmness of his boss... because he didn't know whether the road ahead shrouded in this calmness would fall... into the abyss of eternal destruction if he took just one step forward.

Luo Qiu waved his hand at this time, and Cheng Yiran disappeared from the club.

The maid who had just made tea and came with the tea asked curiously: "Oh, has the guest left already? So fast."

"It's faster this time." Luo Qiu took off his mask and smiled slightly: "But since you have made tea, don't waste it."

Boss Luo picked up a lemon slice from a small plate and put it into his mouth. It might be a bit too sour. Luo Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He then asked You Ye to sit down, "What would Zhui Feng choose? Forgive? Or..."

The boss waved his hand in front of him, and some pictures began to appear in front of the maid lady's eyes.

Youye straightened his body and faced the picture on the light screen. In the past, she felt that it was meaningless to pay attention to the guests' affairs like this... and time was meaningless to her.

Later, when she accompanied the new boss, everything seemed to be a little different.

It's late afternoon.

In the past, whenever the guests left, even in the afternoon, the place would remain as dark as ever. The old shopkeeper would go back to his room and stay there, while she would close her eyes and sit here.

The lights will only turn on when guests come in.

But now, the lights are on, and she won't be alone.

In the afternoon like now, I really wish that it could go on and on and on and on...and continue.

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…

They called this place Yunqin Building, which was built a long time ago. At that time, there was still a cluster of low houses in front of the building, with a good view.

But it doesn't work anymore, many taller buildings have appeared.

Let’s tear down all those buildings that are in front of us, those buildings that are taller than ourselves.

Zhuifeng suddenly came up with this idea... He stood on the fence of the rooftop of Yunqin Building, where he could step into the air with one step.

He opened his hands and let the strong wind passing between the buildings support his arms... He always liked this look because it gave him a feeling of flying.

But this is a very silly way of feeling, and many times he is even embarrassed to talk about it to others.

But there are also non-others... but that has become a thing of the past.

At this time, the simple iron door on the roof was opened, and the rusty bearings made a squeaking sound. Zhui Feng silently counted a few footsteps.

He knew that those who came up were not his "friends"...perhaps they were guys who regarded him as enemies.

He turned around. Standing on the fence, he was naturally taller, so he looked down... The people below were all old acquaintances.

"Master Long, I think you can't help but come to me." Zhui Feng said, looking away... There was a ghost baby beside Long Xiruo, and there were two other men in black suits. monster.

The shopkeeper said that the ringing bell can only affect those weaker than him... Zhui Feng has already verified it.

The rattle has no effect on ghost babies, so there is no need to consider Long Xiruo, a true dragon in China... But he can still face these big figures of the demon clan calmly, so he naturally has something to rely on.

There is an unexpected feeling of excitement, being able to look down at the real dragon of China with such confidence.

They all said that they were possessed by demons... but there was nothing wrong with them.

Zhui Feng's eyes flashed red and he sneered: "When did the seniors of the Monster Clan become so cautious when dealing with a little monster like me? Could it be that they are afraid of me?"

Long Xiruo stared closely at Zhui Feng's lips, suddenly waved his hand and said: "Ghost Infant, please step back first."

Faced with the instructions from Long Xiruo, Guiying naturally did not dare to disobey... Just kidding, although he was told by Gui Qianyi to do the guarding thing, the person he was guarding was indeed the Divine Dragon, so if there was really any danger , I don’t know who is guarding whom.

Guiying didn't think that there was any danger to Long Xiruo, so he retreated with his men without saying a word and closed the iron door.

"What do you want to do?" Zhui Feng frowned.

Long Xiruo took a deep breath and bowed deeply towards Zhui Feng under Zhui Feng's incredible gaze.

"What are you going to do?" Zhui Feng's brows furrowed deeper.

"What do I do?" Long Xiruo then raised his head and said softly: "I'm just apologizing for my previous distrust of you. If I hadn't had a trace of doubt, I wouldn't have let you end up like this. field."

This is the totem of China. Who in China can bear the worship of this true dragon?

A kind of frightening feeling made Zhui Feng's face become more solemn.

This is not a problem on the power level, but on the spiritual level... This worship is impacting a deep-rooted concept among the demon clan.

Her words divided the human and demon clans. Her words were the golden rule among the demon clan, and yet she was apologizing at this moment?

Zhui Feng moved his lips slightly, and he found that Long Xiruo's attitude was completely beyond his expectation.

"Don't do this with me!!"

The demonic heart in Zhui Feng's heart suddenly increased...roaring!