Trafford’s Trading Club

After taking over the Zhong family, Zhang Yuanrui immediately took Zhang Li Lanfang to the rest room.

The old lady just left the old lady, saying she was old.

Outside the door, the clock fell and looked at Zhang Yuanrui with a smile: “Miss Zhang, the last time I saw you, it was still about returning things at Ancient Moon Ramadan. ”

Zhang Yuanrui nodded. It's been over a month, hasn't it? She looked at the smile on the clock's dusty face. For some reason, it always felt better than the last time we saw each other. It was perfect... more unreal.

It's a strange feeling.

About two months ago, the second master of the Zhong family came from Beijing to visit her grandmother. At that time, Miss Zhang had at least the impression that in today's irritable society, clock dust could probably fall into the category of Master Homen.

And now it's as if it's even better… as if it's just this skinny leather bag left.

“Is Mr. Chung going to wait here, or is he going to be there first?” Zhang Wanrui replied.

"I'll wait here," said the clock. If Miss Zhang is busy, I certainly wouldn't dare to bother you. ”

There are also servants who have served Zhang Li Lanfang for more than a decade. Zhang Wanrui is naturally relieved. Zhang family Ding thin, welcoming the guests, she needs to do it herself.

“If you'll excuse me. ”

Watching Zhang Furui leave, he also waited with him. Lao, who had served several generations at the Zhongjia family, suddenly laughed: “This young lady, Miss Zhang, is too much like Miss Li. ”

Zhong Fangdu naturally knows who Grandpa Luo refers to Miss Li Jia. He once knew the past of the old lady of the Zhang family in Grandpa Luo's mouth, and it was not difficult to tell from Grandpa Luo's mouth how many young talents Jun admired Miss Li's family back then - naturally including his grandfather Luo.

Hiddenly, Zhong Falling Dust even felt that his grandfather, the old man of the Zhong family, was probably one of the admirers of the year.

The clock smiled and suddenly said: "Cheng Yun, go to the meeting room and see who's here. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

……

When Old Master Zhong came in, he just carried a small bag. Zhang Li Lanfang was in the room at this moment, and his face was pale.

Old Master Chung hung a smile and sat down in front of Zhang Lei Lanfang. He took out what was in the bag and it was a delicate food box.

“This is the symbol of the old Jingcheng symbol Tongdefang.” Lady Zhang took a look and was somewhat surprised.

Grandpa Chung smiled slowly: "It's been decades. Together with De Fang, times are long gone. This box is still from before. The original teacher had long gone on a fairy tour, but I found his heir. You taste it, it tastes the same as it did back then. ”

Zhang Li Lanfang removed the food box that Old Master Chung pushed over and said softly: “Looks like you've spent a lot of time thinking about your cousin Chung for my wife. ”

Old Master Chung said softly: "You're old, I'm old too. It's just that in my eyes, you never get old. ”

“Zhong Gaoshun, do you know what you're talking about?” Zhang Li Lanfang responded coldly at this point.

“I know, I don't know too much.” Grandpa Chung sighed: “Today is a good day for both of us. Don't be angry, either, when I don't say so. ”

Without saying a word, they drank tea in silence and didn't chat... Zhang Li Lanfang didn't see some end ni from the old man's divine color.

Her black card turned into a fake card, but she took it for herself that day. She just felt that it was supposed to have something to do with the Zhong family, but she couldn't find evidence for the time being.

Decades later, personnel changes, this short, thin old man in front of us, something different from what it was back then, is also unknown, people are apart from their bellies, nobody.

The room seemed silent, but there was already a voice for dialogue.

Lo Qiu met the old man of the Zhong family... when he renewed his life. As for the old lady, it's also the first time I've seen her today.

This is Zhang Furui's grandmother, and the eyebrows are really very similar. Lochu looked at the Black Soul 9, “Is it because you saw this old lady that you want to recover your old memories? ”

Nor did Black Soul 9 intend to hide it: “I just felt... that I knew her. ”

Lo Qiu's different bosses, Tai Yin became the Black Soul Messenger retained his memory, but the former Black Soul did not... but there was no record of past Black Soul Messengers in the club. With the exception of those who have died completely, the past of the Black Soul Messenger has been documented.

Implicit recognition is not surprising… your relationship is unusual.

Rochu suddenly said, "We'll talk about what you remember later. I've had things all along, especially today. ”

From this point of view, the new owner and the new tenure are not the same in Black Soul 9. The new owner tends to maximize the soul quality of the golden master, while the incoming owner almost ignores the mere pursuit of quantity.

Prior to being an individual who was somewhat touched by his past, his role was as the club's black soul messenger. This duty remained in his mind, as if it were a brand.

“Subordinates understand. ”

Black Soul 9 did not force... because as a Black Soul Messenger he understood very well what no Black Soul Messenger could force from his boss.

……

……

The banquet has begun.

Famous orchestras in the city, and even in nearby provinces, will perform for a long time for the feast.

Along with the loud and charming music, guests whisper to those they find themselves acquainted with.

In addition to Lady Zhang, who has not yet appeared, Wu Qiubin has seen a number of leading celebrities here, and of course there are a number of officials in the city.

When the low-key Zhang family screamed, he really had a lot more influence than his Wu family... Even when he recognized an old man sitting quietly in the corner, he was refreshing his understanding of Zhang family.

“That's the old lady of the Jingcheng Zhong family...” Wu Qiubin was unusually surprised, "Zhang family was able to invite this Buddha too? ”

Wu Qiubin adjusted his breath and took a glass of champagne from the secretary, quietly approaching the past.

“Do you dare ask, are you Master Chung?” Wu Qiubin overwhelmed his posture to the lowest.

Old Luo, Zhong Falling Dust, and Cheng Yun took a look at Wu Qiubin, came to the venue one step earlier to ask the situation Cheng Yun told Zhong Falling Dust about the guest information. The clock dropped and he whispered in his grandfather's ear.

Old Master Chung smiled. “Are you Wu Kai-tong's son? We should have met a few years ago. ”

Wu Qiubin frowned with a smile: “Granny does have a good memory. Even a few years ago, at a banquet in Beijing, I was able to remember. ”

Probably the main character of the party has not really appeared yet, Grandpa Chung got bored and pointed to the side: “Sit down, I've known your father for a short time. Heard he's not feeling well lately? ”

Wu Qiubin sat down carelessly, "It's all a few minor problems and his health is fine. Thank you, old lady. I miss you..."

He looked at the clock falling dust sitting next to Old Master Chung and asked: “I don't know who this is...”

“My grandson, the clock is falling.” Grandpa Chung laughed and introduced.

Zhong Falling Dust nodded to Wu Qiubin, and Wu Qiubin laughed: “It's really the dragon phoenix in people, the old lady is so lucky. ”

Grandpa Chung was quite happy: “The child needs more beating. Well, in the meantime, I'm going to leave him here for a good workout, and I need you to take care of this younger man a little more. ”

This is a great bodhisattva, such a speech, Wu Qiubin naturally dares not say anything, but we can't wait to have this opportunity to cooperate.

“Are you coming alone?” Grandpa Chung suddenly asked: "Don't you bring some newborns to meet you? ”

Wu Qiubin said: “Both my sons are still studying abroad. I can't afford to. Well, my nephew is here. ”

“Oh? Bring it here and let me see. ”

Wu Qiubin reached out and said: "There, on the stage, the one with the violin. The child is a bit talented and has won a lot of domestic awards. In a few moments, he will have to go abroad to participate in a competition. ”

Old Master Chung gauged Square Ping in the band and nodded: “Nice, nice. ”

Wu Qiubin took advantage of the opportunity: “Wait for him to rest in the middle of the field. Why should I let him come over and say hello to you? ”

Old man Zhong has lived for many years and is well aware of Wu Qiubin's careful thoughts at this time. But he himself was a talented newborn lover, a musician who did not involve political and commercial matters and naturally preferred some, so he nodded slowly.

Square Ping, who is playing, also looked casually at the banquet venue. He saw Wu Qiubin smiling in good faith at himself.

Fong Jiping closed his eyes and focused more on his performance.

He felt that he was right as usual… there was nothing to be confused about, fame and fortune, right now in his own hands.

If he hurries, there will be nothing to worry about in the future… even as usual, one day he will be able to escape his control.

Thinking of Wu Qiubin's kind eyes, Fang Ji silently apologized.

With the rhythm of the directing direction as usual, the strings suddenly became quieter. At this time, the owner of the banquet, Lady Zhang of Big Shou today, also slowly walked out after Zhang Wanrui's company.

The guests began to give way to the old lady.

……

Downstairs at the hotel.

Xiao Man is still on the phone and still can't connect... she repeatedly watched the video many times along the way and watched the leaflets she saw from the old lady not knowing how many times.

She bit her teeth and walked into the lobby of this luxury hotel.