Trafford’s Trading Club

Morse? Yuri Dickabee doesn't like people calling him Yuri, and he usually asks people to call him Mr. Morse.

Especially after these few days… he felt he had a strange dream.

In the dream, he somehow stayed in the police custody room because he had been wronged... but the truth is that he had been secretly planning this whole time with a guy named Bloopov, Yefim.

In fact, the plan was eventually completed.

“Congratulations, Bloopov, you will soon be the new Duma, and the House of Commons needs talented people like you. ”

It's not a Dickabee estate, it's in a restaurant box in the city.

“Thank you, Mr. Morse.” Bloopov is more blunt than Morse imagined, and on this banquet he can even be described as a silent oligarchy.

Moreover, Bloopov drinks are not stained… this seems very rare for Russian men.

Bruboff looked at Morse at the moment and said softly: "Appointments should be made within the next two months. By then, I will propose shipping modifications to the senators and will seek more concessions for your ‘company’. ”

“Ha-ha-ha! Bloopov, I like your pragmatic character.” Morse is happy to say with a gaze: "But when it's time to relax, you still need to relax. At night I arranged a few nice girls for Mr. Bloopov..."

“If there's nothing else, I'll go back to the office.” Unexpectedly, Bloopov suddenly stood up and looked at Morse: “Just stay in touch. ”

Morse's face remained the same, showing a rather unfortunate expression of sigh. “In that case, I look forward to having dinner with Mr. Bloopov next time. ”

Bloopov just nodded and tidied his clothes… neatly as he had come before leaving with the bodyguard.

This Bloopov reminds me of the Germanic nation. ”Morse had a sip of red wine," not an authentic Russian. ”

“Sir, Bloopov is of very orthodox Russian origin, and this should not go wrong.” The old housekeeper was a timely reminder.

Morse shrugged: “I said feel… I hate this near-rigid guy. ”

All of a sudden, as I recall, Morse whispered, “You go arrange for a few people to work for Bloopov's company. I don't like what Bloopov says, I just thought it was. ”

“Understood.”

……

“Boss, are you really going to keep working with the Decabees?” In the car, a straight secretary suddenly asked.

Bloopov, who kept his eyes closed, opened his eyes slowly at this moment, and he looked out the window and suddenly asked, “What is this place? ”

The secretary had to say, "We're on our way to Tverskaya Street. ”

“Stop, I want to get out of the car and walk.” Bloopov said softly.

The secretary had to ask the driver in front to find a spot on the street to stop. After getting off, Bloopov suddenly said, "You can wait for me here. I want to walk alone. ”

“Boss, this is too dangerous.” The secretary frowned.

Tewelskaya Avenue, full of shops and restaurants, is a place where tourists and locals like to consume, too much mobility, naturally there will be a lot of pickpockets and other signs of people, less than his secretary is not worried about the safety of his boss.

“Have you forgotten what I used to do?” Bloopov patted the secretary on the shoulder and said softly: “Wait here for me. ”

The secretary had no choice. Of course he knows what his boss does before he does business.

A soldier.

……

……

If the club is in the city of Lochu - where it occupies the position of a real store, and at the same time has the same location in different phases as the store, then it should have its own foothold before the club arrives in the city where Lochu is located.

“Spice shop? ”

“Yes, that's the address before the club moved. ”

Boss Lo weighs this small store that sells spices from different parts of the world… well, mainly in Europe.

Anyway, he doesn't really believe in the half-step status of his former boss, so he would deliberately choose this place as his place of business.

So... the maid probably chose it.

Lochu looked at Yunight curiously... the maid just blinked her eyes and asked her side of her head: "Master, is there something wrong? ”

This... this is adorable, right?

Miss Club maid, how rare is it to sell here?

“Nothing.” Just buried the maid's appearance in her heart. She didn't want to say more, but rather laughed quietly. “It's rare to come back and buy some spices...”

But his speech suddenly stopped, with a slight twist, and Lochu turned his gaze.

That's how black cards feel… and black cards reflect the emotions of their holders.

Less intense, but implicit, is a feeling of wanting to meet. As if he also sensed something that Mr. Lo sensed, Yu stopped his steps at night and put his eyes on the question.

“Build a venue for negotiation.” Lochu slowly commanded.

The maid nodded her head, dark blue pupils like the sea, slightly bright... looking into Yunight's eyes, Rochu had to think of his first and only day as a guest at the club.

She's still so charming.

……

Gradually, Bloopov noticed, as if something was wrong, that the pedestrians around him seemed to have been dwindling.

It's a little weird, it's not that he went to a place with few people, but that people disappeared from his front, one after the other, but the street was still this street.

Around, from the ground, some dusty fog began to gush. Bloopov subconsciously pressed his hand against his chest.

Inside the inner pocket of the suit with his chest attached, there was a secret he had never intended to tell anyone in his life... he subconsciously accelerated his footsteps and eventually came to a small shop selling spices.

It's this little shop… every few moments, he walks through it consciously and then stands quietly for a while.

On many occasions, he was largely unproductive. And this time… he saw something different.

Everything in the shop seems to be stationary… like it's going into the slots of time and space.

He didn't see the owner, he didn't see any more guests... except a couple of men and women. The man was turning his back on him at the moment, watching merchandise on a display cabinet.

As for the girl...

“Miss Unight! Long time no see. ”

Bloopov took a deep breath and looked up as if hesitating for a moment, but stepped into the spice shop.

……

“It's been a long time indeed, Mr. Bloopov.” The maid greeted her with a smile.

Bloopov said positively at the moment: "Since that time, I've been here many times, but...”

“The club has been moving out of here for some time.” Midnight still smiles professionally: “However, if the desire to trade as a guest is strong enough, it is perfectly possible to come to our store… Mr. Bloopov, probably just hesitating around here every time? ”

Bloopov laughed bitterly: “Twenty years ago, after I spent my love and got enough money… I was still single. ”

He shook his head: "Over the years, I've had enough wonderful women around me, but I couldn't get my heart to beat. I guess my hesitation isn't without a reason. ”

“This way." Unight nodded, not talking, but turning quietly and looking at his master's back.

Bloopov took a deep breath, and said positively: "Long time no see, owner. ”

“But I think we haven't officially met. Mr. Bloopov... is that right? ”

Although I only saw you a few days ago and you can't see me, Boss Lo still thinks: It's been a long time since I've seen you...