Trafford’s Trading Club

Lochu habitually observes his first Guest.

With a little dusty servant colour, the eyes, while trying to keep the basic politeness of not oblique, can still feel uneasy, wearing a black suit but without a tie and a button on the collar.

In addition, the suit had a slightly wrinkled appearance, with a visibly visible scum on its face and some blood filling in its eyes, apparently due to a lack of resting relationships.

Overall, what this Guest feels like to Rochu is that he has not slept well or slept softly all night and is in a state of considerable distress.

Also, the accent is local.

Well... that's probably all we can know for now, and Lochu nodded his head in the dark. And then... then there's no more.

Let's take a look at the environment.

Guests come in and have the club credentials on hand, clearly indicating how much he knows about the 'Trafford Buyers Club’.

Then, as the new boss, Rochu stayed silent after a silent hunch... he didn't know what to do next.

Should… greet the Guest? But how should I say hello? Learn from the boss before, like, handsome appearances? The question is, when someone comes in, he's already sitting... or introducing something here, saying something that no one else has ever heard to improve his compulsion? But he's got nothing but a little cognizant of the Red Moon.

So, talking about the Red Moon with people who are more than a lap older than themselves is actually a two-eyed conversation?

That's fucking embarrassing.

I have no idea what to do next... but he is still waiting, looking at Rochu in a disquieting way, making him more and more unwieldy.

“Do you… have anything you want? ”

After a half-day of brewing, Rochu eventually broke the silence first.

“You are…” the middle-aged man was puzzled.

“This is the owner of the club. Please have a seat, Guest.” Unight suddenly said.

Although it's just a doll, it's impeccable in that way, and even knows how to troubleshoot your master. At this moment, Rochu even thought that the most useless thing left behind by his former boss was the boring manual, and the most useful distinction was the capable maid of the night.

Too bad it's just a doll, it's just a doll, it's a doll.

Midnight leads the anxious middle-aged man to sit in the visiting area... it's just a round table near the window position.

After the Guest sat down, Unight walked up to Lochu and said softly: "The owner simply listens to the Guest's needs and then assesses if it is worth the purchase. If you feel that the transaction fee provided by the other party is insufficient, it doesn't matter if you refuse. ”

Kind of a reminder, kind of a maid figure.

Lochu nodded and he would be as nervous as a normal person, but not overly exposed. Probably because of his character, Rocciu quietly walked down to the middle-aged man and sat down.

“Are you… really the owner of this club?” The middle-aged measured Rocciu up and down.

“Weird?” Rochu asked back.

The middle-aged man shook his head in a hurry, as if he was afraid that it would cause discomfort, explaining: "No, no, no... it's just not what I thought. “

Rocciu's curiosity has always been strong, and he asks, "What exactly are you imagining? ”

"I've heard stories about this club from my ancestors," said the middle-aged man. Even my grandfather didn't know when the club existed. ”

Said the middle-aged man had measured Lochu: “According to my grandfather, he bought three things here in his life. The look of the boss hasn't changed every time I see him... but he doesn't seem to be a newborn. ”

“Let's talk about what this gentleman needs.” Lochu said softly.

He wants to leave some mysterious feelings for the other party... In fact, he doesn't feel that this will help the next transaction, just because he feels that the previous boss also gave him such a mysterious feeling, it seems like he should learn school.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man rushed to put the black card on the table with his hands tight.

He should have valued this card because he has been holding it with his hands since he entered the store, "Here, this! Me, I want my factory back! ”

So middle-aged people started telling their stories.

The middle-aged man, Kim Zifu, who ran a large machine tool production plant for generations, is still famous in the city - of course, for Lo Qiu, who doesn't care much about the business world, he did hear the name for the first time.

Recently, there was a crisis in Kim Zifu's factory, which, unknowingly, no longer belonged to him, but became the property of his son-in-law.

It turns out that in recent years, his son-in-law had occasionally asked him to sign some documents because of trust, without paying too much attention. By the time it reacted, the factory had changed hands and, more importantly, even his property had become his son-in-law's.

His daughter died in a car accident a few years earlier, but her son-in-law never married again, worked diligently at the factory every day, and became a father with a child as a mother.

That is why Kim Kim Fuk has become more and more trusting in his son-in-law, and that is why he has lost all of himself without realizing it.

“Ziqian... No, that bastard actually intends to dismantle the factory and build a large luxury mansion with the land of the factory in cooperation with the developer! Workers can only get a small severance pay! How many families! Some of them spent half their lives in my factory… I would never allow this to happen! ”

……

Look at the cards on the table, completely black, one with a gold mark on one side. If I remember correctly, this mark looks like a seven-point contour of the altar on the negative three levels here.

But... you want to use this card as trading money?

Rochu still finds it embarrassing to have no idea about a card...

“Sir's request we already know. ”

Night came out with a delicate cup and a teapot, put down the tray and reached out and picked up the card, smiling: “There is only one seal left, it will disappear after completing the deal. According to the rules, you will receive a 10% discount on the transaction fee… Are you sure you want to trade? If so, please tell us the transaction fee you think would be appropriate. And, of course, it's up to our boss to decide if the money is right. ”

Good night!

“I... I know the rules.” Golden Bliss takes a deep breath in the airway; "my grandfather told me the rules before he died. ”

Speaking of which, Golden Fortune silenced, Rocchu clearly saw that he was determined to come to the place, but not to complete the transaction.

“With me… half my life is left.” Ultimately, Rochu was surprised to hear from Kim Kim Fuk.

I've read the so-called owner's manual roughly, but Rochu still doesn't have a half-point concept of how the club works. Everything is very novel… and it feels strange to start touching the altar.

Lifespan?

He forced himself to be an audience and wanted to see how Yu Night handled the middle-aged, to see this absurd and realistic scene.

“I see.” Night nods: “Life is one of the most precious trades for humans. Please wait a moment and close your eyes, Guest. ”

At this time, Yunight suddenly stretched out a finger and gently placed it over Kim Kim Fuk's forehead.

Soon after, Unight retracted his arm and put it back on… in fact, he always had black gloves on.

“Sir, based on your physical condition, a preliminary estimate of your remaining life expectancy is thirty-seven years. Half the life expectancy is 18 years and six months. ”

“Eighteen years...” Jin Zifu seriously flashed a look of fear, but bit his teeth: “Eighteen years is eighteen years, I can't let all my employees follow me suffer, they still have a young and old, if I don't have this factory... I have decided to exchange my 18 years and six months for my factory! ”

“I'm sorry, sir. If the transaction is complete, the boss will also be required to determine whether the transaction fee you are paying is appropriate. ”

“This... this...”

Looking at Kim Zifu began to look at herself anxiously again, and Rochu god TM's began to feel embarrassed again...

How do you rate it?

“Maybe our boss needs a little more time to think about it.” Night smile: “This Guest, you can go back first. If you have any information, the card in your hand will give you instructions… Welcome to the 'Trafford Buyers Club’. ”

Yu Night is amazing...

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PS: Looking for a favorite.