Trafford’s Trading Club

I don't know when Luo Qiu had finished the bowl of shaved noodles he brought from the street noodle shop.

Lao Feng has probably been immersed in the taste of memories.

Whether it's the taste of this bowl of noodles or the taste of the story in his mouth.

The city's lanterns have long been like dominoes. From one or two lights at the beginning, they have evolved into the lights of the whole city, colorful.

Old Feng had almost finished talking about everything he had with the woman who brought the child to make clothes. He drank every last drop of soup in the bowl.

Then there was silence.

Finally, he said: "Later, the day when I was arrested, it happened to be the day when the wife's clothes were finished. What's interesting is that I only met the police officer twice. The first time, he accompanied his wife They came up. The second time was the day they received the goods, which was also the day they arrested me."

Luo Qiu had gradually withdrawn from the stories told by Old Feng... The bits and pieces the old man told were enough for him to replay these bits and pieces in the living room of this old house.

"Do you think that the police officer might have been suspicious of you when he first saw you?"

Old Feng smiled and shook his head: "Who knows? Maybe you are right, maybe he has discovered it a long time ago, just to let me finish this dress. Or maybe, he discovered it accidentally, so he investigated and collected evidence , I only act when I have the results, and it just happens to be the day when I can complete it... But no matter what the purpose of this is, for me, it is good after all."

Luo Qiu nodded thoughtfully.

But Lao Feng's intention was not finished: "Because, after all, I am a sinner. These extra time are already a gift to me..."

It was not like the time when I devoted my wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly to completing the phoenix gown skirt on hand, but it was an ordinary custom-made one, so the construction period would naturally be longer.

Naturally, during the longer construction period, the days of the father and daughter staying in this old house will be longer.

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Old Feng took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then put them on again, "Speaking of which, I didn't post this photo. That day, I asked, before I leave, could you please let me finish my work?" .The officer agreed, and then the photo was taken."

Old Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a complicated expression: "I think the police officer should have secretly returned here and pasted it on himself after it was developed. He has never mentioned this matter to me, either. A weird person."

"Always... not?" Luo Qiu said softly.

"This police officer used to come to the prison occasionally to see me." Old Feng said casually: "Not long after I was arrested. He would come three or two times a year. Later, he would come once a year... Well, I haven’t been here in recent years.”

Old Feng smiled and looked at the club owner, "I probably forgot. If it's not a close relative, who can remember someone for a lifetime? This kind of thing, like yours... well, how should I say, special You should know more about existence than I do. I'm thinking that time shouldn't have much meaning to you. You may have seen thousands of times more than I have encountered."

"He has not forgotten you." Luo Qiu said abruptly.

Old Feng was stunned for a moment, as if he wanted to know the answer.

"It's getting late, old man, I won't disturb you anymore." Luo Qiu stood up at this time, "I like the stories you told me very much, and I will come back to listen to you tell other customers' stories when I have time... Of course, I will also bring you some food, I think the elderly will often forget this kind of thing."

As he spoke, Lao Feng saw with his own eyes a large living person gradually faded out from in front of him, and then disappeared.

Old Feng looked at the packing box that he had eaten completely, thinking that the owner of this shop could come in without knocking... Anyway, he could leave like this, and he could come in like this.

"A weird guy too."

Old Feng shook his head, patted his face, and cheered up. It was getting late outside, but his work had just begun.

He picked up the needle and thread again and embroidered stitch by stitch.

In the past ten years, he has never been so calm.

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After leaving Lao Feng's home, Luo Qiu did not go far. Instead, he visited the noodle shop on this old street again and had two bowls of shaved noodles before leaving in the true sense.

Instead of returning to the club, he returned to his home.

Not long after he came back, Ren Ziling came back as usual, like a defeated dog.

"Hey, do you want to eat noodles tonight?"

Boss Luo poured out some vinegar and ignored the woman.

The two of them ate without speaking.

It's just this kind of noodles. I wonder if his father and his mother had a taste of it when they passed by each other in those years?

If you tried it, what would it taste like?

Come to think of it, it should be the taste of this moment.

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The club recently has Lao Feng, who is in the process of a transaction and is waiting for the transaction to be completed. At the same time, there is also a financial backer who is being taken over by the Black Soul Messenger Black Soul No. 18.

The boss didn't say which side he was partial to.

"I didn't know that the master would come in person, subordinate, subordinate..." Black Soul No. 18 didn't think of how to say something for a moment.

Because she has never encountered such a situation.

The previous boss rarely walked out of the club. At least, she had never personally encountered the previous boss showing up at her work site.

"I heard from You Ye that you seem to have encountered some obstacles, right?" Luo Qiu waved his hand, "Don't be formal, just chat casually."

Even though he said this, how could the Dark Soul Messenger dare to be rude to the owner of the club... Throughout the countless years, those guys who dared to be rude to the owner are probably no longer found in their graves now?

There is only one black soul envoy who dares to raise some doubts in front of the boss, and occasionally even quarrel with him. But even so, that person still couldn't resist the boss...

"Yes, I encountered some minor troubles, and I could have solved them myself." Black Soul No. 18 nodded and said, "But I thought about it later. As a Black Soul envoy, I shouldn't hide anything." The master is the right one, so I went back to report it to Miss Youye. Unexpectedly, the master was really alerted. "

Black Soul No. 18 seemed to be eager to express something: "Master, please rest assured! The other party is probably a half-baked magician who learned some magic from somewhere. One of my subordinates can naturally handle it."

The magician in Dark Souls No. 18 is naturally not the kind of performer who simply conjures flowers from a hat, but the kind of visual artist who actually comes with special effects.

Luo Qiu asked curiously: "How do you know that the other party is a dabbler?"

Black Soul No. 18 said: "Because there is no etiquette that a magician should have in him. A magician with orthodox inheritance is like a noble, and his temperament can be seen at a glance. And he …”

Black Soul No. 18 shook his head and said: "...There are no traces of any orthodox education at all. So my subordinates speculated that he might have gotten the magician's inheritance from nowhere and figured it out on his own. Moreover, usually , and only these wild men can cause chaos in ordinary society without regard to secular laws. Magicians who have received orthodox education disdain to do such things. Of course, this is not excluded. Among orthodox people, there will be some mentally distorted guys... But after all, they are a very small number, and even if they do evil, these orthodox guys will not lose their grace. So from the above, my subordinates can roughly know this Man is a wild man."

"You have more experience in this area than I do, so I believe your guess for now." Luo Qiu nodded.

Black Soul No. 18 felt as if he was in shock right now... The boss knew everything.

But she didn't know that this boss was curious about things, but he was also a guy who would rather explore step by step if not necessary than to know directly and lose the fun... well, a restless guy.

Originally, Luo Qiu had been a good boy who managed his family well since he was a child.

Why would you go to the altar to trap something that you can know just by asking your subordinates?

"Tell me about this Miss Zhao Ru."

Black Soul No. 18 nodded, "Master, this financial owner has a very serious anti-social personality..."

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Listening to the black soul messenger's words, Boss Luo did not stop his eyes.

In the alley where Zhao Ru lived, Boss Luo watched her sitting silently alone in a 'house' made of cardboard boxes.

The alley itself was dark, and the inside of the box room was naturally dark, and it was even darker as she sat hugging her knees and burying her eyes in her arms and knees. (To be continued.)

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