Trafford’s Trading Club

“There's no sign of a fight here, and the lock looks like… the leaves may be in real trouble. ”

Ma Sir's environment in the cabin wrinkled his eyebrows. He received a call from Ren Ziling in the middle of the night and rushed over.

“Horse, don't you want to do something about it? ”

MacHood walked up to the window and looked at the street, and suddenly he said, "You said he was watching the other building, right? ”

“Well, it was the bodyguard of the previous shadow entertainment boss Lin Heg, I don't know. ”

Because there are two different systems, Ren Ziling can only choose to keep some content. It's just that the three of us have a very private relationship, and we can't say anything.

Mahoud nodded: “Ye Yan is a very good man, he won't make things easy for himself. But since this is happening here, no one else can find it now, nor does it exclude that it is in danger...”

Saying here, Mahoud suddenly looked a little heavy, "There's something I have to tell you, you better calm down. ”

“Say it!” Ren Ziling is also pretty crisp.

Mahoud took a deep breath: “I got the news today, too, from Lyon, France. Ye Yan, the Institute, was prevented from being dismissed from his post by Interpol last month and is on the wanted list. We found the record of his departure from the country, and we knew that Ye Yan was from here, so let us know the first time and hope that we can pay more attention. ”

“What?” Ren Ziling stunned. "How is this possible? What did Ye Yan do? ”

Mahoud grinned, “If I knew, I wouldn't have a mist. Seriously, when I heard the news, I was just dropping the phone. But they said it was their internal secret. Of course, they have no right to mobilize us, just to seek cooperation. Seriously, before I came here, I was looking for Ye Yan this kid all day. I didn't think he might have disappeared...”

“I'm looking too.” Ren Ziling: “Ye Yan is still in this city, I can always find it. ”

And Mahoud said, "Don't get involved in this, it's not just about the surface, I'm afraid. I am a member of the system, and with the request of Lyon, I am much more convenient to act on, and I am much more forthright in my name. You wait for my message. ”

“I don't care about anybody else, Leaf is not about anybody else!” Ren Ziling angrily said: “He's wanted! ”

Knowing that he was completely unlikely to convince each other, Mahoud took a step back: “Then promise me that we will both look for it, whether you find it first or not, and let me know the first time. Next, I have to make contact with him... This might create an international problem, you really can't be arbitrary. ”

Ren Ziling nodded: “I'm not stupid. I've been thinking about my little life. I know what to do. ”

Mahoud also knew that Ren Ziling was a one-size-fits-all person, so he relieved himself, “Well... by the way, don't let Rochu know about this. Besides his father, Ye Yan feared that he was the one he worshipped most. This kid, I don't want him to be unhappy. ”

“You think I'm stupid! I'm more nervous than you! ”

“Get out of here first.” MacHood hastily said, "If anyone's been here, it's possible to do it again. Don't come up here for a while. I'll let you know if I hear anything. ”

“Mmm!”

……

……

Fang returned home peacefully. It's supposed to be much more evening than usual, but it's still sitting in the living room staring at the newspaper.

Fang Jihei did not intend to talk to her as usual at this time, but bowed his head and intended to walk back to his room.

“A lot later than usual. What did you do?” Suddenly, as usual, he said.

Fang Jiping turned around and saw that Fang was still reading the newspaper at this time as usual. “Nothing, just a person staying outside for a while and thinking about something. ”

Fang did not look up as usual. "Think about something. Better think about it. Now, the most important thing for you is the game, and don't let anything that doesn't matter affect you. ”

“I get it.” Square nodded, “I went back to my room first. ”

“Go on. Get some rest.” The party continued to turn over the newspaper as usual.

After returning to the room, Square Ping was a little upset. He went to his closet and took out a small box that he had placed in the closet.

Open the box, it's a worn drum. Fang Jiping took the little drum out, held it in his hand, and was stunned.

“Mom, Mom, where are you? I'm so scared! Tiger is so scared... woo..."

“Quiet! One more fight and I'll kill you! Son of a bitch, shut up! ”

……

“I'm hungry...”

“Little bitch! Don't want to eat if you don't beg for enough money today! Tomorrow's not enough begging, I'll break your hand! Like this one next to you, after you break your leg, make more money! ”

“Don't …”

……

“From today onwards, you will be our normal son, our biological son, you understand? I give you the best food, the best clothes, the best education, but only one requirement is that you never mention it to anyone else, and you are the fact that I adopted you back. Remember, I can give you everything, and I can take everything back and leave you with nothing! ”

“I know, I know...”

……

Fang Jiping held the wave drum in his hand vigorously, which had long since become blurred, fading memories. The night suddenly became clear, and yesterday's scenes took turns in his mind.

“Why don't you come out... I broke my throat... Is it really more important to gamble than your own child? ”

Fang Jiping muttered to himself, pinched his eyebrows, and sat on the chair like this, flavorful.

……

……

Grandma Yang Ping's ID card has even expired.

But it's not hard for Rochu to open a room in a hotel.

“Thirteen years old, Fang Jiping won third place in the national youth violin competition...”

“Fifteen...”

“Sixteen...”

The old lady listened carefully to Rocchu's voice, and Rocchu listened to his son's every past. She didn't dare to say a word, she didn't dare to talk, because she was afraid to intervene, not only to interrupt each other's words, but also to write down what she could.

Listen, the old lady closed her eyes and fell asleep on the bed.

Covers are things that, in the view of the maid, naturally don't allow their owner to do it himself. So now the maid gently lifts her feet up.

On the side, Lochu was opening the big grey white cloth bag that Yang Ping had been carrying with him.

A pile of wrinkled leaflets, not only rubbed, but also wet by rain, I'm afraid.

The red plastic bag is filled with several buns, one bites and one has a sour taste.

A small can of white rice, a large stainless steel cup, three sets of clothes. Two sets are for adults, one thin, one thick. The third is children's clothes.

A spoon, a small bottle of medicine left over, a pair of broken cloth shoes.

There's also a needle embroidered bag with some loose cash, a few cents, a few dollars, ten dollars a piece.

A plastic comb with missing teeth, a small, blurred but cracked mirror with a big slap.

The phone was a long time ago and there was no way to turn it on.

Some medical bills.

A little notebook, also wet by water, with a lot of phone numbers and addresses written down on it.

These seem to have been the storm for the old lady for 20 years.