Trafford’s Trading Club

Jinggangshan, Ciping.

With the ability of the Black Soul Messenger, it is not particularly difficult to go to a place. Even a newcomer like Taiyinzi knows the technique of walking through walls, not to mention someone like No. 9 who has been a messenger for some years. A veteran now.

The instructions from the boss made Black Soul No. 9 move forward without stopping at all. They entered the place marked on the map given by the club owner early.

But what puzzled Black Soul No. 9 was that even though he had reached the place marked on the map, he failed to get any further prompts.

On the map, the red marks were still flashing... but he didn't know what he should do after arriving here.

According to what the master said, Black Soul No. 9 needs to find something for him. Obviously, this kind of thing is not easy to find. Because when Black Soul No. 9 heard the meaning of Luo Qiu's words, it seemed as if even the owner himself was not sure about what he was looking for.

Are there things that the club owners are not sure about?

Black Soul No. 9 doesn't really believe that this situation has occurred.

However, Black Soul No. 9 has very good patience. Moreover, the new owner will not let the map point out such hints to him for no reason. Perhaps here, he still needs to find some clues himself.

So he came to Ciping and he didn't know why he finally chose to stay here and wait.

It's just because... when he stepped into Jinggang Mountain, the word Ciping naturally appeared in his mind.

Black Soul No. 9 thought that this was a different kind of reminder given to him by his new master.

And here, everything is full of history.

On a street with many museums and memorials, Black Soul No. 9 stood under an old tree and silently looked at an old house in the alley.

Why is he watching?

he does not know.

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San'er's life seems to have changed a little...but nothing seems to have changed.

She still runs her tofu shop, still takes care of her daughter Xiaozhi's daily life, and everything goes as usual at work.

San'er felt that her life was actually like waiting for the cool boiled soy milk, which was light creamy yellow and very calm, with only some rising water vapor.

However, the surface layer of soy milk will solidify quickly. As long as you pick it with a bamboo skewer, you can easily pick up another wrinkled thing: yuba.

Is Mark the yuba condensed in her life?

"Put it here, is it okay?"

San'er, who was thinking about something in front of the stone mill, suddenly heard Mark's voice from behind. She was almost startled and turned around quickly.

I saw Mark simply wearing a somewhat old shirt... It was originally a white shirt, but it was already yellowing in some places. Next to Mark are a lot of molds, which are tools used to press tofu into shape.

The yellowed shirt, the rolled-up trousers, and the slightly cracked leather shoes... For a moment, San'er seemed to see a familiar figure that had already gone away.

Why... would you let him wear these clothes?

"Oh...that's ok."

San'er nodded quickly, "Sorry to trouble you. In fact, you don't have to do this, it's no problem..."

Mark said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I am idle. I put the things here, you can continue to work."

Mark didn't stay too long. San'er discovered that Mark was a relatively silent person most of the time. He wouldn't communicate with himself too much. Sometimes he might say a few words to Xiao Zhi, but that was just because Are you tired of Xiao Zhi’s annoying behavior?

Mark didn't say how long he would stay, and San'er didn't take the initiative to ask him how long he would stay... It seemed that the topic did not exist, or that everyone deliberately avoided the topic.

San'er continued to work.

Zhang Kun came to see Mark that day and then left. The next day, he came and made trouble again. Mark didn't show up at that time, and he didn't even leave the small room where he lived. It was the neighbors who helped San'er.

But that night, I heard that Zhang Kun was drunk or something, fell into a pit, broke his arms and legs... He is still lying on the bed in the town campus hospital, and cannot get out of bed for at least a month or two.

San'er sometimes wonders...did Zhang Kun really encounter an accident? But that night, Mark didn't seem to leave the room.

But she still doesn't know.

She just knew that the addition of a man to her tofu shop had nothing to do with her. It was an accidental arrangement that allowed her to fish him out of the river.

The man claimed to have lost his memory.

Then he said his name was Mark and he was living here temporarily.

The steam was rising, and San'er picked up another thin piece of shaped bean curd skin, and then hung it up to dry. After it cooled down, it became the bean curd stick.

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…

Cheng Yiran has been busy all day today as usual... Of course, there is definitely progress, after all, he enjoys so many resources.

Cheng Yiran could feel that the company seemed to pay more attention to him because Chengyun had obviously spent more time looking at him in the past two days, and he was also so polite that Cheng Yiran was surprised.

But he would still think of what happened when he met Mr. Zhong in KC that night... and what Mr. Zhong said at the end.

The day's classes had just ended, and Cheng Yiran was a little tired. When he returned to the resting place, he found that Li Zifeng seemed to have been here for some time and was reading a magazine.

This person can always arrange what he needs very well.

"Oh, I'm back." Li Zifeng quickly put down the magazine in his hand, smiled and said, "How are you feeling today?"

"It's okay." Cheng Yiran, who had just sat down, looked tired. He hit his head on the sofa and looked at the ceiling, looking a little lost.

Li Zifeng smiled at this time and said: "Come on, let me tell you to have a good rest. The time for the first show has been determined. It is a golden program. You have time to sing a song and interact with the host!"

"That's really good news." Cheng Yiran regained some energy and nodded.

Li Zifeng said: "Work hard, I'm waiting for you to win in the first battle!"

Cheng Yiran was naturally full of confidence.

But Li Zifeng suddenly said: "It's the same, I went to Hong Guan yesterday."

"Really..." Cheng Yiran nodded, "What did he say?"

"He..." Li Zifeng paused, shook his head and said, "He rejected me and didn't ask for a job in the TV station."

"Why?" Cheng Yiran said in astonishment: "Isn't this... isn't it good?"

Li Zifeng said with a wry smile: "Logically speaking, it's good, but he told me some things... Also, tell me honestly, are you hiding something from the company?"

Cheng Yiran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously thought about the guitar... Could it be that something had been spotted? Cheng Yiran couldn't help but recall the previous performance in front of the big boss.

That night, although he conquered all the guests, he did not see any difference in the big boss Mr. Zhong. This boss did not seem to be affected by the guitar, and he finally said something to him Words of unclear meaning.

To this day, Cheng Yiran always feels that there is a special meaning in that sentence, which makes him feel vaguely uneasy.

Cheng Yiran could not hide his uneasiness at this time, and expressed it well in front of Li Zifeng, "I don't know what you want to say."

Li Zifeng took a deep breath and said, "In the same way, Hong Guan told me something... something that happened when you were drifting north."

"Hong Guan..." Cheng Yiran was stunned and subconsciously said: "Could it be..."

It turned out that it wasn't about the guitar... But if it was about the time they drifted north, then...

Li Zifeng nodded and said, "Yes, he told me that you had done some wrong things and spent several months in the detention center..."

"He actually told you! He..." Cheng Yiran suddenly interrupted Li Zifeng: "He actually...actually did this! Why?!"

There was a trace of anger on Cheng Yiran's face.

He never wanted to think of that past event, and they made a promise not to mention it, but this promise... was broken like this!

Hong Guan, Hong Guan... is it really just because I have the opportunity to realize my dream that you become like this, treating all the previous agreements as nonsense?

A feeling of betrayal made Cheng Yiran clenched his fists. (To be continued.)