Trafford’s Trading Club

Listening to the sound, Bloopov suddenly stunned.

This voice is completely different from that of the club owner he remembers… it seems to be a lot younger.

“Mr. Bloopov, this is our new master. ”

Only the maid is answering Bloopov's questions softly at the moment.

Bloopov had to move his lips... the club surprised him, as if it had never stopped since the moment he first met him.

At this time.

Lochu took a bottle of chamomile powder off the shelf, looked at the label on it, and didn't turn around, "Mr. Bloopov said, having passed this address many times before in our shop… is there something wrong? ”

Bloopov took a subconscious look at the maid, who, like 20 years ago, had not appeared at all aged, and suddenly said, "Nothing, I just occasionally think of it, talking to the former owner. ”

“Counseling?” Rochu added.

“Almost. ”

Bloopov nodded and wondered if it was ironic or genuine: “Your shop is the only place that makes me feel the best deal when it comes to consulting. ”

“I'm not the same person as my predecessor's boss.” Lochu put the bottle back where it belonged and took down another bottle, "but the job didn't make any difference. Mr. Bloopov, it is perfectly acceptable not to hesitate. ”

Bloopov was silent for a while before suddenly saying: “I wonder, if you need to do something, it's completely against your original intentions, but it's an essential step before you reach your goal… If you did, would you choose to take a detour, or would you have to take this step? ”

"Why do you need to assume it's me? Mr. Bloopov, do you think it would be worthwhile to assume that on me? ”

Bloopov stunned.

He suddenly felt that he had asked a rather stupid question - he had made a deal with the club and received a huge sum of money, so he was always in awe of the club's mysterious methods.

The club that owns the mysterious power, its owner wants to do one thing… probably nothing to worry about.

“No.” Bloopov shook his head and suddenly mocked himself: “No value… I did ask a rather stupid question. ”

“You… do you think I can change this country? ”

Suddenly, Lochu heard about Bloopov's problem again.

But as if he hadn't heard, Lo Qiu dropped the bottle on his hand and then took down the third bottle and started looking at what was on his label.

Nor did Bloopov care at this time, but with a hint of doubt, as if he were just talking to himself: “When I got that money, I made all kinds of investments, and after all these years, I did have much more, much more wealth. But... twenty years have passed. ”

Bloopov laughed bitterly: "It took me half my life to accumulate capital alone, but for me, it wasn't enough… I had to keep climbing up. It's a place where we still don't see the end point. ”

“Sometimes I even wonder if I can succeed… whether I can do what I want to do.” Still the voice of Bloopov, he called out: “I don't know if I can keep walking. ”

He finally stopped talking and didn't get a response from the club's new owner for a long time.

After picking out the third bottle of spice, the new owner finally found something that fit his heart and put it in a shopping basket that the maid mentioned.

Then… and walked over to another showcase.

Bloopov was stunned, and he felt a kind of disregard. It made him suddenly feel restless. However, this feeling gradually began to subside over time.

Even this calm was somewhat unexpected to him.

“Feeling better?” Lochu unwrapped a bottle of ginger powder and sniffed his head and suddenly asked.

Bloopov moved his lips, and he thought for a moment and nodded at his subconscious location.

Lochu said softly: “I've read a book before and forgotten who wrote it. As mentioned above, if you, as a consultant, do not want to give too much advice that fits your point of view, then listening is sufficient for the consultant. ”

Put the ginger powder on your hand and put it in the basket where Yunight was holding it, and suddenly he said, “Since Mr. Bloopov chose to pay for his life's love, it's enough to see that you really need that money… you need it to do something you want to do. So I thought I should know whether to take this step or not. After all, you made up your mind from the beginning. So, is there anything else that needs to be bothered about this step? ”

“No.” Bloopov shook his head gently, releasing Buddha at once: “It is not necessary, nor necessary… I think I do, just want a listener. Thank you for listening to me. ”

“Nothing," Rocchu bluntly said. “After all, this is an after-sales service. ”

“I'll come back when I get the chance.” Bloopov took a deep breath and his expression suddenly became quite serious, nodding towards Lochu's back.

After that, Bloopov walked in front of Yu Night and smiled: “Miss Yu Night, you are still as beautiful as you were. To pay my respects... Well, I have a small villa on the lakeside of Lake Radoga in St. Petersburg and if you don't mind, you are always welcome to go anywhere for your vacation. It's yours now. So... goodbye. ”

Bloopov seemed a little more relaxed and walked away from the shop.

“Bloopov was a former soldier who took part in the original war in Chechnya… as if his original homeland had been destroyed in this war and his family had died. ”

Unight suddenly said.

“Individual will cannot shake the will of a nation… Nor is a soul sufficient to change the path of a nation directly.” Lochu shrugged, "it seemed difficult to continue trading with this Mr. Bloopov again. However..."

Lochu glanced at the maid.

Suddenly I remember this maid once saying, "Well, occasionally I meet some warm guests, some small gifts."

So, is that why you became a rich woman... or perhaps a super rich woman?

A lakeside villa… little gift.

“Master?” Miss Maid can't guess Boss Lo's mind right now.

Lochu laughed and patted the basket she was carrying: “I'll take these, you pick whatever you want. ”

He then struck a ringing finger.

As soon as the thumbs rang, the surroundings returned to normal, and the outside was still a car dragon.

At checkout, Rochu suddenly said, "Shall we go to St. Petersburg next? The lakeside villa should be nice for a vacation. There's still a little time to go back. Don't waste it. ”

“Okay, I'll arrange a trip in a minute. ”

……

……

“Boss, you're back. ”

The secretary was relieved to see Bloopov coming back from the street. He was really worried about what kind of trouble the boss would have. After all, the boss was the soul of the company.

This company has an unimaginable future.

Bloopov just nodded and got in the car. And when he sat down, he said, “Back at the office, we're going to be busy for a long time. By the way, show me the list of the staff you mentioned last time. ”

“In addition, the programme for the modification of shipping has begun. The appointment didn't come officially down, but I need to be all set in advance... well, ask Mr. Mayor out tonight to see if he has time for a meal. ”

The secretary nodded in a hurry... it always felt like after just walking alone, his boss suddenly filled with energy.

This is gonna be a complete schedule, a day for two days, isn't it?

“Got it, boss! ”

……

Airport.

Yergo, carrying a luggage bag and a large backpack, ran quite wolfingly among the crowd, finally successfully completed the boarding formalities and, under the guidance of the crew, found his seat.

Finally, sit down.

Yergo relieved himself slightly, but also with a little tension and excitement. He knew he was about to embark on another, more intense and exciting life.

But he had to worry about something —— that weird ‘sick’ thing.

Ever since I was a teenager, when I discovered the kind of mutation that happens when I'm too angry, Yergo tried not to expose himself.

God knows what happens when someone sees you... a werewolf who causes social unrest? Sometimes he wonders if there are any of his own kind in the world, and he wants to really meet them, and what he should do.

A major reason for becoming a police officer is to see information that many ordinary people do not have access to through a strong police system.

But obviously, even after he became an agent, he had not found anything useful in the years - hopefully he would be able to get himself exposed to something more secret in that international organization on the French side.

For example... the strange scene that happened at the manor?

“But I don't know where Detective Ye went.” Yergo speaks for himself.

“I think that Detective Ye is right next to you. ”

Suddenly there was a voice next to the seat, speaking a less fluent and even very unwieldy Russian official language.

“Right next to me?" ”Yergo nodded," right next to me... Ye, Ye! Why are you here? ”

Yea Yip put down the newspaper next to him and reached out, his 30-year-old uncle revealed a charming smile, "Hello, I'm Ye Yip, I can tell you in advance that next time, I will be your partner. ”

“Partner, partner??? ”

Mr. Victor... Your friend's eyes are horrible!!

……

“Vera! Vera, are you ready? Get in the car and go to the airport! ”

Outside the door of the room, there was a voice from Vika.

“Right away. ”

Wearing a handsome suit, she was looking into the mirror and trying to comb her hair into Leonardo's (younger version) Vera responded casually.

What she had not noticed was that the black card, which she had used to fly out like a flying card, hit the wall and fell at the edge of the wall, suddenly floated and suddenly flew into her suitcase.

She finally combed her hair and packed her suitcase and dragged her out.

PS: The third will be around… point, looking at the sky =. =