Trafford’s Trading Club

At Sheremetevo International Airport, the roar of the aircraft as they flew to Upper Mercedes-Benz remained deafening even when they had left the airport building.

“Well, I'm off the plane, picking up my luggage.” Lochu spoke to the other end of the phone without hesitation.

But the other end of the phone was chattering: “Wait, what's the weather like over there? Do you really have enough clothes? Do you want me to mail you some more? Where's my underwear? Do you have enough underwear... Hello! Don't hang up on me! ”

Doo--!!

“Miss Ren really cares about her master," said the maid who simply stood next to Mr. Lo. ”

Lochu glanced at Yue Night and said thoughtfully: “I always wondered if something had happened when you and that woman were in Lu Jia Village. ”

The owner of the club was too loyal to the maid, and she smiled slightly: "Nothing really, just that Miss Ren taught me something interesting privately. ”

Rochu asked curiously, "Oh? This woman can't spit ivory in her mouth. What can she teach you? ”

Yu Night glanced at Rochu and smiled: “Woman up and down, * * * *, hmm... let me think...”

Intuition doesn't make anything good happen to Boss Lo.

He gently hammered his forehead as if nothing had happened, "Where is the taxi scheduled? ”

“Right up ahead. ”

Looking at Unight leading the way ahead, Rochu smiled slightly, looking at this back shadow... just now, seems like a joke, right?

Seems to be the first time he's seen a joke like that since he became a club owner.

Lochu looked at Moscow's sky and thought… perhaps because he had returned to this familiar place.

Wait, why would Yunight describe those messy things as...

Interesting stuff?

It's been a long time since Mr. Los Angeles had a shy face at Sheremetevo International Airport outside Moscow.

……

“Are you two new here? ”

The taxi driver is a talkative person... basically the old taxi driver is this setup right? Lochu nodded - he knew the old driver could see his movements through the rearview mirror.

“Business or travel?” The old driver went on to ask.

The night should be handled from the canal: “The nature of the tour… Besides, can the driver not go this way? I think it would be quicker if we went around the Petrov Theatre. ”

The old driver didn't look embarrassed, but laughed, twisted the wheel, headed in the other direction, and knew how to hit the heat lane: “Speaking of the Petrov Theatre, you two have to take the time to see our authentic ballet! There's my card in the back bag, and if you two want tickets to the theater, I can get you a nice spot. ”

“No, thank you. Can't we stop in front of the theater?” Rochu suddenly said, "I want to hang out. ”

“No problem!”

Soon afterwards, the old driver greeted him and did not see how unhappy he was without soliciting more business. He drove back to the airport and was very optimistic about his life.

“Master, would you like to see inside?” Unight asked softly.

Lochu looked around and shook his head: “Nothing, I was just looking for a marker to take a picture of and block someone's nagging mouth. Plus, there's this feeling of stopping right here. ”

The maid sided, a little confused... but her confusion was quickly answered.

Lochu's eyes scattered freely over the small square in front of the Petrov Grand Theatre, and shortly thereafter he walked directly towards a bench surrounding the square.

The bench provides for the passers-by to rest - there is such equipment all around and a small fountain surrounded, which is a nice place to relax when there are not many, but also a shade.

Lochu suddenly stopped, right in front of this bench.

Here sits a woman with long chestnut hair and a white dress. The woman just sat quietly on this bench and didn't seem to notice anyone approaching her.

“May I sit here? ”

The woman looked up unconsciously and looked at a young man who appeared in front of her in the eastern hole, and the girl next to him.

“You…”

“We're just travelers.” Lochu sat down and whispered, "Attracted exclusively by those who needed it. ”

The woman was silent for a moment and shook her head and suddenly said: "But I am not a human being. I probably shouldn't exist in this world, just...”

She stared at the front of the fountain, an unusually tall man staring silently at the fountain… he seemed to have been standing here for a long time.

“Can't you let him go? ”

The woman nodded and shook her head again. She looked at Lochu and asked softly, "Can you really help me? ”

Luo Qiu reached out his palm, the woman stunned, hesitated for a moment, and slowly extended her palm. The woman's fingertips gently touched Rochu's palm.

Like electric shock, a woman suddenly retracted her palm with a slight surprise, "So... is there any business like this in the world? ”

She shook her head again, “But if it could exist like mine...”

At this point, the tall man next to the fountain suddenly seemed to throw something at the fountain —— something that was in the sun, with a silver glow.

Seeing a man throw this thing away, the woman's face suddenly emerged as a desperate god —— seemingly excited.

She even stood up.

However, the extraordinarily tall man took a deep breath and turned away. The woman lowered her head, held her chest, sat down and her face was sad.

“That's your stuff, isn't it?” Rochu asked softly.

The woman nodded, “It was a gift he gave me when we got married. He bought me a necklace because I was a Christian when I was a kid. ”

She had a glimmer of memory on her face: "He told me a long time ago to bring me to this opera house. In fact, many times, we all walked past here, always for a variety of reasons did not fulfill this agreement, and then I couldn't come. ”

Her voice became unusually soft and her eyebrows dropped, "Just this idiot, comes here once a year at this time. ”

“But he may not be coming back next year, right?” Lochu nodded.

The woman shook her head: “I don't blame him, because I know he did it for me. It's just...”

She raised her head resolutely and stared at the ‘traveler', "Will you help him? He was carrying too much stuff, too much work, living in his cage, and never getting out. Besides, our kids, they don't have a good relationship. ”

Lochu silenced for a moment: “Think about it, you have nothing to pay for but yourself… you may be able to live like this forever. ”

The woman stood up and stretched out her palm and smiled, "Can you make them happy? ”

……

……

Picking up his sleeve, Rochu himself salvaged the necklace from the fountain, lifting it in the sun and watching the necklace filled with water droplets shine more, if not more, brilliantly.

“The cross? ”

Rocchu wiped the necklace with a square pad, turning to look at Unight: “I didn't know we had business just getting off the plane. ”

Instead of disappointing, the maid was quite happy to say: "Master, your luck is so good, this soul is of such high quality that it far exceeds what you have previously harvested. ”

“Because of faith?” Rocciu had some thoughts.

Unight took the necklace from Lochu and measured it carefully before saying softly: “Maybe when the deal is done, you'll know. ”

At this point, a man in his thirties and forties with his arms in his briefcase suddenly walked over.

East side of the well man.

On a hot day, let this man Liu Hai have been wet with sweat. The man said, "Gentlemen, where are you from? ”

It's a regular word with a full mouth.

Whatever the plan is for a man, Boss Lo has his own plan.

Rochu laughed at this moment and said, "Sir, we'd like to take a picture. Can I ask you a favor? ”

“Of course! Such a small thing! ”

This man... Uncle smiled enthusiastically, took his phone and walked away a few steps, waved his hand and shouted: “Well, closer... well, eggplant! ”