Trafford’s Trading Club

But the young agent who had just walked into Sheriff Victor's office met the sheriff packing his things on the counter, as if he was planning to go out.

“Yergo? Just in time, come out with me.” Victor said directly, "Go meet someone. ”

“At this time?” Yergo stood still and asked directly, "Meet someone. ”

“You'll know when you get there… just remember not to make a fuss later. ”

……

But that being said, can you really be surprised… Yergo can't help but think slightly —— after guessing the identity of the guy in front of you.

Without everlasting black and without everlasting white, the violent organs are the ones who truly stand in the gray - the last thing his instructors taught him when Yergo graduated from school.

And now Sheriff Victor is personally verifying the veracity of this sentence.

Bloopov… this guy who stays out of politics but has a certain influence in politics and starts out in a business that is not always bright - a man who is likely to be an oligarchy, but very low-key, man in the next decade.

Listening to his conversation with Sheriff Victor, they seemed to know each other the same way, and they were still in that relationship. It is a mystery to think whether Sheriff Victor has had too much relationship with this Bloopov over the years, when he heard the conversation between the two.

“Auction? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Bloopov nodded in a very good shape, almost fifty years old: “As far as I know, a number of collectors have received this invitation… well, you deserve to say that the collectors' exact value is that group of people. ”

Victor twisted his eyebrows very directly, his eyes just stared at the guy in front of him, and his voice sank a little: “Are you going to join us? ”

Bloopov shook his head: “Although I prefer collecting, for this painting… I think as long as I'm a famous painting collector, none can resist it. It's just a pity, if this is an auction that can be put on stage, I'll go there too. Not now. ”

Victor nodded. He knew perfectly well that this guy had plans and ambitions for the future - and under those ambitions, this guy with the same rigorous self-discipline, it was simply too easy to give up some personal interest.

“Invitations are identifiers.” Bloopov is blunt: "So I can only tell you this, not give you the invitation… As for whether you can go in or not, it's up to you. ”

“I understand.” Victor nodded.

Although this guy has the idea of trying to be thoroughly honest, he's obviously not willing to let himself be offended by someone who's also invited.

“Go out the back door and be careful.” Bloopov laughed, “I've got a few officials for dinner, and they should be here soon. ”

When Victor left with Yergo quite simply, Bloopov's secretary walked up to him and said, "Sir… are you sure you want to tell Sheriff Victor this? ”

“What's the problem?” Bloopov bluntly said, "Isn't fighting evil something good citizens should do? Will the whole of Moscow know tomorrow that Victor is coming to my house... with just four people present? ”

“No… no. ”

He knew it was the boss's word by accident.

“FC is the best in the world for stealing technology...” Bloopov glanced at the moment: “But what is this guy capable of, sending such invitations to so many people? ”

He laughed and walked to the door, ready to greet the incoming official, and said to himself, “I hope Victor will surprise me. ”

……

……

Life like an emperor… Yuri, who has not enjoyed this life, finds that even if he exhausts his imagination, he can only eventually think of adjectives like this.

Perhaps his lack of knowledge of such a luxurious life was too much, and all he could do was imagine himself ridiculous, but a life full of drunken fans.

“Is there something different about Mr. Yuri today? ”

The estate has many workers, and under the steward Edgar's administration, most of them are young and beautiful servants - young and beautiful, of course, with the same fantasy of Cinderella, imagining that one day the heirs of the Dickabees will see it.

Even if it's just a day of wind.

Asked, another maid wiping the glass windows in the living room looked around and lowered her voice: “I just walked past Mr. Yuri's room, I heard the sound of a bed, and I glanced. Nina and Vivian took off their clothes..."

“Mr. Yuri would never look at us, would he? ”

“God knows...” the window maid thought for a while, "I've never seen Mr. Yuri like this before anyway... um, indulge. Maybe he was inspired by something. You know, he had people pour wine all over the tub and take a bath of wine. ”

Suddenly there was a slight cough.

At first glance, it was Mr. Edgar, who quickly stopped talking and each worked well.

After a glance, Edgar turned away with no expression - shortly afterwards he came to the owner's room and knocked on the door.

When the door to the room opened, Edgar saw only one Yuri in shorts.

He had a glass and a drunken red on his face. Edgar flanked his side and found two of the maids he was familiar with on the queen bed, covered with quilts and probed out.

Yuri leaned at the door like a drunk, "Edgar, what can I do for you? Would you like to join me for a drink? ”

“Sir, can we go to the study? Something to give you a purpose. ”

Yuri didn't care: "Oh... Edgar, life is tired enough, why not have fun in time? Something's up, wait for the evening... oh, tomorrow. ”

“Sir, there's an invitation for you.” Edgar came a little closer and whispered in Yuri's ear: "It was an auction for The Unknown Girl. ”

Yuri's face changed slightly and seemed to stay for a while. He subconsciously stretched the glass to his mouth and took a sip before looking at the glass… one in Edgar's hand.

“You wait here for me.” Yuri looked back at her room and said to two beautiful women.

Yuri walked straight out of the room.

Edgar shook his head, quickly walked into the room, picked up some clothes on the floor, and looked at the two maids in the bed: “Go back to work and leave the room immediately. ”

He followed quickly with his clothes and left.

……

……

The night of the auction.

But on the outside, it's just a dance… masquerade - for hotel staff, whatever the real theme of the dance is, it matters, as long as they do everything they can.

Because there are so many luxury cars coming to the hotel parking lot -- this big international city is naturally home to so many unknown wealthy people.

But being alone is just a sports car in the parking lot, and it seems like we can form a supercar reunion, right?

This is not yet a rare RV —— reasoning, which is incredible for hotel staff, because the hotel itself barely reached the four-star level.

“That should be... Muffles. There are not many people who can come to this kind of occasion and are still crippled. Looking at the figure, it's probably him. ”

It was simply a black blindfold, a suit that didn't fit very well, and Vika was chattering around Vera.

Today's outfit is a camisole black skirt with a twisting black rose embellishment on the body, and Vera Poe, with a black swan fur half mask, impatiently lifted the skirt slightly, accelerating her pace.

At this point, a golden luxury RV slowly drove in.

When the car stopped, only a man in a white suit opened the door and walked out, without a date, only with an old man - of course, with a simple fabric.

The man looked up at the hotel and pulled his suit flap and walked straight past Vera and Vika.

“This guy is wearing a family badge... like he's seen one somewhere?” Vicka's got a point.

“It's the Dickapi family.” Vera slowly tunnels: “An ancient nobleman who runs out. ”

“It was only later that I recovered from arms smuggling...”

“Go inside.” Vera interrupted Vika's conversation, "I wanted to take a look at the setting. ”

……

On the hotel floor, Anna looked at the location of the parking lot and smiled - it wasn't Yefim's business, it was just a delightful little owner's hotel that didn't know anything, and then took a big order.

Draw a big red lipstick in front of the dresser, Anna slightly grinding her lips and gently lifting the golden Colombina mask next to her.

Out of the room.

……

“Sir, ma'am, here we are. ”

The driver looked in the rearview mirror and said - it was just the driver of the drive-by and he wasn't too interested in exploring the Guest's business.

But after driving into this parking lot and seeing a lot of luxury cars here, the driver also had to have some thoughts... these two guys, they're probably the kind of guys who punch the fat guy in the face?

The rental cost of this car is calculated in hours.

“Thank you.”

But he heard the man in the back seat, in the strange clown mask, politely say something -- only that he opened the door and walked out, then turned around and reached out to his girlfriend.

Take the man out of the back seat.

The woman in the sky blue evening dress, after getting out of the car, held her hand on the man's bent arm, seemed not to attract anyone's attention, and walked into the hotel.

……

Inside the ballroom, Sheriff Victor and Agent Yergo are holding the tray and watching one guest after another walk in… The young agent has actually been standing for half a day.

He felt a little sore in the legs.