Trafford’s Trading Club

"W-let me play on Sunday?"

Hong Guan met this gentleman once... last time in Cheng Yiran's ward. ??But even so, I was still extremely surprised by his sudden arrival.

But what was even more surprising was what he just said.

Zhong Luochen smiled and said, "Is Mr. Hong unwilling?"

"I...but I..." Hong Guan shook his head, "No, why did it become me? Can I do it?"

"Although we don't know what your strength is, Mr. Hong, this is a no-brainer proposal. Our company respects his proposal." Zhong Luochen said.

He clearly saw Hong Guan's somewhat excited gaze... He knew the meaning of this gaze. If Hong Guan was grateful, Zhong Luochen would naturally be willing to do this favor for Cheng Yiran.

This is also an investment, right?

"But...but why didn't he tell me about it in person this time?" Hong Guan was still puzzled.

Zhong Luochen suddenly smiled slightly and said, "If Mr. Hong wants to know, why not experience it on stage during the game tomorrow night? Maybe you will understand."

"But...but this time is too urgent." Hong Guan still hesitated: "To be honest, I can't wait for this kind of opportunity. But I know my own business, let me reach that level at this level. Stage, I'm afraid it will ruin your company's reputation..."

"You don't need to think about this matter." Zhong Luochen shook his head and said: "Our company can't say how much it will lose because of such a TV show... Of course, it is normal for you to be uncomfortable with being asked to participate so suddenly. . Mr. Hong can also refuse, I won’t force him.”

"I...that's not what I meant." Hong Guan shook his head and said, "It's just that the time is so short and I don't even have any preparations."

"About this aspect..." Cheng Yiran smiled.

Cheng Yun, who was behind him, stepped forward and said loudly: "As long as Mr. Hong agrees to come on stage, no matter what you need, we can cooperate with you...completely!"

"Let me... think about it." Hong Guan swallowed his saliva.

He still felt a little weird.

Moreover, going to a stage of that level...really, is it okay?

…

…

Outside the Shengshi Lotus Gymnasium.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Ren Ziling was holding her stomach and laughing... laughing at Ma Houde's appearance at the moment.

What does it look like? Sir Ma, who has a belly built over many years of business, is now only wearing a white old man's vest, with a lot of stains on his face, like a worker at a construction site.

"Can you stop laughing!!!" Faced with Ren Ziling's ruthless ridicule, Sir Ma naturally roared.

"How did you end up like this?"

Ma Houde...looked at the sky. Could it be that because I couldn't disobey the orders from above and couldn't investigate in the gymnasium with great fanfare, and in order not to affect the progress of this project with huge power behind it and the hearts of the workers here, I disguised myself as The brick mover...have you been moving bricks here for several days? ?

Seeing that Ma Houde didn't speak, Ren Ziling hammered her hands and said: "Oh, I know! Is it because you can't disobey the orders from above and can't investigate the reason in the gymnasium with great fanfare, and in order not to affect this... The progress of the project with the huge power behind it and the support of the workers here are why they disguised themselves as brick movers and have been moving bricks here for several days?"

"..." After Ma Houde trampled the alpacas in his heart for a while, he frowned and said, "How do you know there is great energy behind this?"

Ren Ziling raised her nose and said: "Tsk! You can even think about it with your knees! I heard you said there was a murder here, but there was no report, no police officers were nearby, and the construction started again. Who would believe that there is no conspiracy behind this? "

"Alas..." Ma Houde shook his head helplessly. This woman's sense of touch was still very accurate. "So, you came to me. Do you have any news?"

Ren Ziling calmed down, shook her head and said: "Not at all. I just heard that a few homeless people seemed to have disappeared suddenly recently. I don't know if it has anything to do with the last case where the homeless man was dismembered."

"How many homeless people have disappeared?" Ma Houde calmed down, "How come you even hooked up with homeless people?"

"Fuck you, uncle, does anyone talk like this?" Ren Ziling poked Sir Ma's shoulder as hard as an aunt, "The homeless are the ones who know the most things in a city, okay?"

Ma Houde rubbed his brows, shook his head and said: "It can't be done, it can't be done. We can't stay in this place... Not only can't we find any clues, but the foreman here is also a devil. He works sixteen hours a day, it's simply... It’s being squeezed! I have to go back, I want to go back!!”

"Do you want me to send you off?" Ren Ziling asked kindly.

"How much……"

"Am I the kind of person who charges you just for giving you a ride? Am I this kind of person?" Ren Ziling frowned and said as if she was extremely sad: "Old Ma... you actually look at me like this? "

"So how much does it cost? If it's too expensive, I'll take the bus..."

"How about one hundred?" Ren Ziling licked the corner of her mouth and said, then turned her eyes, looked behind Ma Houde, and asked curiously: "Then what was sent?"

Ma Houde also turned around and took a look, then casually said: "Fireworks, a thing that rich people use to burn money. It seems to be for tomorrow night's show."

"Fireworks?" Ren Ziling was startled and muttered: "So many? What if it explodes? Have you notified the fire department? I heard there will be a lot of people tomorrow, sixty or seventy thousand people?"

"Crow's Mouth!" Ma Houde hit Ren Ziling's head hard, "Why don't you drive!"

Ren Ziling then stuck out her tongue, pulled down her eyelids with her fingers, and made a face.

The veteran driver drove the car, and Sir Ma was quite relieved. He was already tired and fell asleep just after getting in the car. Ren Ziling violated traffic rules and picked up the phone to make a call. She said in a disgusting voice: "Son, wait a minute! Don't hang up! Don't hang up!!"

"What's the matter?" Luo Qiu's voice sounded calmly.

"Are you free tomorrow night?" Ren Ziling asked casually.

"So, what's the matter?" Luo Qiu asked the same question.

"Isn't there a show at the sports hall tomorrow night? I have a few extra tickets on hand, why don't you bring You Ye to watch it together?" Ren Ziling squinted her eyes and said, "I saw a lot of fireworks here. Come here! It would be a pity not to watch!"

"Are you just watching the show?" Luo Qiu asked in a dubious voice.

Ren Ziling chuckled and said abruptly: "Son, do you want to propose to You Ye tomorrow? Proposal under firework, very romantic, okay! Let me tell you, Lizi and I went shopping a few days ago For a moment... hello??"

Beep beep beep!

"Holy shit!! Hang up on me again!!" Ren Ziling was so angry that she yelled at the phone: "You really want to die! Look how I deal with you tonight!! Don't even think about sleeping!!!" I’m not angry, you don’t know the majesty of me as the mistress of the family!! Wow... Wow!!!”

The female driver forgot about the steering wheel at this time. When she realized it, she suddenly twisted wildly and the car drifted around the corner.

It was so dangerous...I almost hit it!

Deputy Editor Ren then patted his chest with lingering fear, and glanced at Ma Houde subconsciously... He saw that Sir Ma's head was stuck on the car window, motionless, and he rolled his eyes...

"Lao Ma!! Lao Ma!! Don't scare me!! Lao Ma!!"

…

"Master, what's wrong with Miss Ren?"

Luo Qiu, who had just hung up the phone, suddenly glanced at Youye... Proposal?

Luo Qiu finally shook his head and said, "It's nothing, just a few words."

The maid smiled slightly, and Luo Qiu stood up and said, "I'm going out for a while to see what new growth Iron Whistle has made today. 'Prometheus'... this creature grows really fast."

"Master, walk slowly." 8