Trafford’s Trading Club

“Aren't you going to eat? ”

Watching this guy just order a glass of fresh water to drink, Yuri stopped the knife and fork on his hand and looked up and asked.

He has a dense mustache and has been swallowing tigers, so he naturally has an extra greasy texture when it comes to selling badly.

Lochu shook his head and extended his fingers to point at his chin. Yuri snapped, reaching over and grabbing a curly beard and grabbing a slim.

But he didn't dislike it, he just looked at it like it was in his mouth —— and then he went on eating it.

A long time later, Yuri hit a hiccup with satisfaction and didn't mind that the place was a quiet restaurant, "Why help me? You even invited me to dinner? Tight because we've met before and I don't remember a thing? ”

"" The other day, Mr. Yuri said, "he loved this woman. Well... there is no certainty in the world about the woman in the picture, and I wonder why Mr. Yuri said it with the same certainty. ”

Yuri stunned.

He thought about a lot of possibilities —— not just his own mouth in this rave. But he didn't think it was because of such a request.

Yuri rubbed his mouth with a napkin, then drank a pre-meal vodka, then leaned against the table, closing the distance between him and Rochu.

Yuri stretched out her fingers, pointing at her own eyes, and said seriously: "If I say, my eyes, you can see them at a glance, can you believe it? ”

His eyes were wide open and there was a lot of blood next to his brown eyes.

“Why don't you believe it?” Lochu said casually: "If you believe me, isn't Mr. Yuri a master of appreciation? It's worth the pleasure to meet a master of forensics. As for…”

Rochu shook his head: "… even if he was deceived, there would be no loss for me. ”

Yuri opened her mouth slightly and suddenly laughed —— it was the kind of funny, incredible eating and laughing.

“Master, master.” Yuri ridiculously repeats, "Yes, yes, I am a master - but not a master of forensics, but a master of painting, haha! ”

Rocciu took another sip of the watercourse: "Has Mr. Yuri ever done any work? ”

Yuri poured herself, one glass after another, her eyes didn't know when to start getting a little low, she seemed to be unconscious, “the work? Of course, lots and lots... all over the street... all the toilets are used to wipe their asses...”

“Mr. Yuri, have you ever heard of the shallow end?” Lochu said, ordering a glass of warm water from the waiter and finally sending it to Yuri.

But apparently Yuri, more interested in this bottle of vodka, which is about to run out, was indifferent, "Why not drink it when you can? Get out of this restaurant and we won't be friends anyway. You're just curious, curious what kind of person I am, that's why I'm here, inviting me to dinner... probably wanting to know my story, isn't it? ”

"That's the idea," said Rochu. "Well, the interest has been in that lately. ”

Yuri sneered, gazed at each other, and looked at the beautiful woman next to her, muttering: “Anyway, a rich man like you, his favorite is to sit in a warm place and listen to cold stories, feel the chill of Rin Winter in front of the fireplace, so sigh, satisfy the occasional compassion...”

There was no intention of explaining anything, Lochu said suddenly, "Mr. Yuri, do you need a break? You should be able to stay upstairs. ”

Yuri was like a drunken man at the moment, his palms holding his head, looking at the waiter not far from him, suddenly waved.

The waiter stopped and walked over with a smile. "Sir, what can I do for you? ”

Yuri suddenly said, "Can you dance? Take off your clothes and dance here. ”

The waiter stunned, but was polite: “Sir, I think you might be drunk... what can I do for you? ”

Yuri shook her head and laughed. As soon as her head was swinging, she looked at Rochu. He made a few thumbs at Mr. Rochu and suddenly said: "How many banknotes do you have? ”

Rocciu was so curious as to what this homeless man was going to do, he gave the maid some indication.

The maid, who said nothing, gently removed a new stack of large denomination rubles from her bag and placed it in front of Yuri.

Yuri blew a whistle, picked it up like a brick bill and scraped her fingers past it. He just stood up at the table and stared at the waiter, "Take off your clothes and dance here, all this money will be yours. ”

Looking at the stack of banknotes stuck in his hand, the waiter's expression suddenly became stiff.

……

“Hahahahahahaha!!! Hahahahahahaha!!! Hahahaha... cough... hahaha... ok, go away! ”

Yuri laughed, grabbed the bottle with one hand, twisted the glass with one hand, and looked down at this adaptation of cleaning clothes on the floor quickly.

Really in the dining room, naked, just a pair of socks left, a pair of underwear and a bowtie waiter rushed to grab the clothes and ran away.

Yuri just sat down again: "See? It's a good thing to have money. It's like when you just told me to stay in this hotel, the waiter clearly looked down on me... but did you see what he just did? With money, mine or yours, he can take off his clothes and dance. ”

And then he hiccups, “That pile of money just now, for ordinary people, may not make a year, but you don't blink your eyebrows and you don't respond either, and I stuffed the waiter —— just because you want to see what's going to happen next. Something that allows people to put down their dignity, to you it's just a prop to watch the play. ”

Boss Lo sipped a third sip of fresh water, “Mr. Yuri, is there something you want to say? ”

“If you like to see funny things so much, why don't you give me a lot of money? ”

“As Mr. Yuri said, money really means nothing to me.” Rochu nodded: “So it's appropriate to use it as a tool... it's just that when I gave you money because of curiosity, you showed me something interesting. But this is just a small thing..."

Looking at Yuri, Rochu said softly, "But Mr. Yuri thinks I'm giving you a huge fortune, and what can you show me? ”

Yuri laughed. “Yeah, what do you see? ”

He seemed to meditate, shaking his head again, "Mmm-hmm! Hmm? Oh... let me think... By the way, you should be able to see me enjoying my comfortable life, no longer tired of life, watching me go into and out of premium places, seeing the beautiful women around me as clouds, watching me live like a normal person dreaming..."

Another burp hit Yuri almost fell asleep: “Is this enough...”

“But I'm not interested in these.” Lochu shook his head.

“Oh... yeah...” Yuri leaned her head back, her legs stretched out naturally and sat like this in an extremely indecent position.

“But you can buy a lot of wealth from me. ”

“Buy?”

“Exactly. Some people can take risks for money, work at high risk, even get sick, overspend their health and lives… Some people can give up their dignity for money, others can turn their backs for money. Doesn't Mr. Yuri think that these people are selling their own important things at the same time that they have acquired a lot of wealth? Or overdraft your own life. ”

Yuri pointed at Rochu and smiled silly: “You mean, can I sell you these? That's really good... OK...”

Pff--!

But before he finished, Yuri fell to bed at the table.

To him, all the words just now, as if they were just ridiculous words after drinking, might be forgotten when he wakes up.

Whoo--!