Trafford’s Trading Club

In two hours, the party will begin.

Zhang Yuanrui is busy greeting some early arrivals.

Ancient Yuefai may be just a famous place in the antique world, but another industry belonging to the Zhang family is where most wealthy people have to give up three points.

“Miss, the Zhong family is here. ”

Shi Shijie softly warned Zhang Furui at this time.

Zhang Yuanrui nodded: “Uncle Shijie, please help me greet the other guests here. I'll pick it up myself at the Zhong house. ”

Shi Shijie suddenly said: "Ma'am, the old lady said if Old Master Chung came, take her somewhere. ”

Zhang Yuanrui nodded and shifted away. Miss Zhang, dressed in a tuxedo today, painted lightly, but was the white lotus flower among the many violet red in the banquet hall.

“Oops, isn't that Chief Shi? Long time no see! ”

Suddenly someone called Shi Shijie's name behind him. He turned around and immediately put on a smiley face. “Mr. Wu, it's been a long time. ”

When Wu Qiubin arrived, he asked the secretary next to him to give him the gift he had sent, and he pulled Shi Shijie to chat. Wu Qiubin glanced at the guest's sign-in form and suddenly said: “President Shi, we've known each other for over a decade. Lady Zhang always likes to be quiet, although this time it's Big Shou... but all of a sudden so many people are invited. Dude, can you tell me what else the old lady means? ”

Shi Shijieyun said softly: “The old lady does have some arrangements. But let me keep it a secret for a while, and Mr. Woo will find out later. ”

“All right then! I'll wait and see what's good.” Wu Qiubin smiled, “You go ahead, I'll find someone. ”

“Walk slowly. ”

……

“Turn off your phones. ”

As is often said in the room where the band rests exclusively. The performance of the orchestra, especially this classical music, requires very careful preparation.

It is naturally also very important to sever the connection with the outside world for a while, let the members calm down and cultivate their emotions during the performance.

As usual, Fang walked to the flat side of the squared square and sat down. “There are people with faces outside. You have a bad impression of this face. ”

Fang Jiping barely hung a smile.

As usual, “Listen, 10 minutes from the stage, 10 minutes from the stage. No matter how brilliant you used to be, on the stage where you played, if you failed once, you'd be doomed. You can be confused or upset, but when you pick up the violin, you're just a violinist, nothing else. ”

Fang Jiping took a deep breath and patted the back of his usual hand: “Dad, don't worry, I know what to do. ”

He lowered his head and loosened the violin's bow, a little bit very carefully.

Once again, leaving because of money… there is nothing to be concerned with.

Fang began to adjust his mood. He turned off his phone, closed his eyes, and stopped thinking about anything.

……

……

“Tiger... Tiger...”

Little Man woke up and saw this big girl lying in bed talking in her sleep.

She hammered her shoulder and stayed in the hospital for one night a day. The doctor said the old lady was in poor health, had accumulated a lot of illness over the years, and had lungs.

Little Mann didn't find anything useful in the cloth bag that even drowned in the woman's death. Even the ID card was expired for a generation and can no longer be used.

She just knew the big girl's name was Yang Ping. But I found some leaflets in the cloth bag —— the leaflet that she got from the little brother who posted the leaflets downstairs.

Is it fate?

Little Mann thought funny, not expecting his fall, and ran into this big lady looking for her son.

Twenty years. Half the country.

Little Man subconsciously grabbed Big Lady's hand. The doctor said it was a new wound, but the phalanges burst. Little Man really can't figure out how to get these wounds out.

“Ma'am, you're gonna find yourself a tiger.” Xiaoman said softly.

Like hearing Little Man's voice, the lady in the hospital bed stopped in the dream. Xiao Mann reached out and pressed her hand against her forehead. She couldn't help but rejoice: “It looks like the fever has subsided! ”

You're in a good mood. Get up!

Little Mann looked at the time consciously and thought of calling his boyfriend - the phone you called was off.

A lot of performers do this before the show, and Little Man sees a lot of them working in the theater... just somewhat depressed.

As he stretched his lazy hips, Little Man began to brush his circle of friends boringly.

Strange public number.

“Hey, did I add this public account?” Curious Little Man looks at the dynamics of this public account.

- The circle of friends is crazy, the scum mistreats the stray old lady.

Little Man turns on the video at his subconscious location… probably by the river.

“Your son, where is he? ”

“Tiger doll, tiger doll, mother to save you! ”

Little Man opened his mouth and she looked at a scene in the video with anger... she didn't know how to shoot this video, but it was so clear! Clearly she can see the middle-aged men and vagrant women in here!

The woman in this room is the one lying in the hospital bed!

But the important thing is that Xiaoman also recognized this middle-aged man in the video, and she was a little panicked and she couldn't believe it, "This... this seems like Ji Ping's dad? ”

This Jiang Jing... she has seen it too. That's where Square Ping used to walk with her.

“This…”

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……

I looked up at this soaring hotel.

Lochu had to wrinkle his eyebrows… he clearly felt the smell of the Black Soul Messenger here, and the Black Soul No. 9 he had already seen.

Lo Qiu knew that this was the venue for Lady Zhang's birthday banquet. She had come quietly a few times before to observe Fang Jiping, but had not felt the scent of the presence of No. 9.

Lochu personally sat in a quiet place in the lobby of the hotel… of course no one would notice who was here.

Soon afterwards, a black smoke erupted around Rocchu, and no one could see it.

“Black Soul 9, meet the master. ”

Listening to the voice of Black Soul 9, Lochu raised his head and suddenly laughed: “I was going to see you the other day, but then something happened that was delayed, but I didn't expect to meet you here. ”

“Nor did my men expect to meet the master here.” Black Soul 9 quietly.

Rochu wondered, "Are you here, following the new Golden Lord? ”

Black Soul 9 silenced for a moment and suddenly said: "Master, is my accumulated performance over the years sufficient to allow me to return lost memories? ”

Lo Qiu did not speak at this time, but just looked forward, looking at the young lady Zhang Jia walking out of the elevator, and walked to the lobby.

At this time, the hotel walked in with several people.

The clock fell dust to hold Old Master Zhong, followed by Cheng Yun, and Old Master Zhong followed for decades.

Lochu suddenly looked at Black Soul 9 and said softly, "You want to go back to your memories before you became the Black Soul Messenger, for what? ”