Trafford’s Trading Club

Around twelve square rooms, not very simple, but not at all comfortable... If you have to say, yes, you can live.

In the center of the room is a huge lattice rack that is used to make a partition. Plaid shelves are filled with almost all kinds of records and CDs.

This is almost all of Cheng's property… he even sees it as wealth.

Years of collections exist here.

It's already time for the sun to go down and the city lights up. A feeling of hunger woke Cheng from his sleep - he came back from a nightclub last night and bought a dozen beers in a convenience store downstairs.

One person drinks, one person keeps moving the sound string of this magical electric guitar on his hand, wondering when he falls asleep in the past.

When Cheng also opened his eyes, his head was heavy, his stomach was even a little upset and his tongue was dry. He didn't get up right away, he just subconsciously reached out and rubbed his forehead and looked through the curtains at the lights outside.

Numerous times, measuring the neon lights outside like this… Cheng also found that he had not seen the sun for eight or nine o'clock in the morning for a long time.

After not knowing when to start mixing miracles in various nightclubs, his days and nights become like those of others.

Once Cheng also put his hands together, he could easily reach a guitar stacked on himself - often like this, the guitar fell asleep on his body.

He moved his fingers a few times, and Cheng suddenly sat up.

He opened his eyes and took this guitar with him... even rubbing his eyes hard, "I... wasn't dreaming. ”

When the fingers and the strings touch, the feeling of being able to conquer everyone almost spreads all over his body!

“Ha... Ha... Ha...”

Wild... infinite wildness began to emerge in his heart, like a burning fire, Cheng laughed individually.

Cheng also subconsciously grabbed the phone, the first name on the phone book, Hung Guan's name... he hesitated.

He remembered the fish egg owner and the bag in front of the snack tray... the bass.

Thirteen missed calls, seven messages.

Cheng also did not finally make this call, but seemed to see a lot of people looking for themselves... two of these are from Hung Guan, six are from Wei Manager and the rest are strange numbers.

Hung Guan left a message asking where he is and what the situation is.

And Manager Dai left a message asking him how he thought about it... Cheng also looked down all the way and revealed a smile on his face.

The last message reads: Hello, Mr. Cheng Yelan, this is the production department of Feiyun Entertainment Co., Ltd. I was at a nightclub last night, I saw your performance, our company is very interested in you, please reply to the phone.

“Flying cloud entertainment?” Cheng was also stunned... he didn't seem to remember much of this flying cloud entertainment.

But he had never come into contact with a similar record company or entertainment company, and he was curious to see what was going on, so he made a quick phone call.

“Hello, who are you? ”

“I'm Cheng, too.” Cheng also took a deep breath, but tried to calm down his voice, "I saw your message... how did you know about my call? ”

“Oh, Mr. Cheng, you finally replied to me.” The people on the phone are happy at the moment: “Mr. Cheng, I've been waiting for your call for a day. Your number is what I asked the club for. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Li Zifeng! ”

“Oh… Mr. Lee, hello.” Cheng also said casually: “What can I do for you? ”

“Well, I wonder if Mr. Cheng would be interested in moving further into the entertainment industry?” Li Zifeng laughed: “Our company is now preparing several projects to tap into potential new recruits. ”

“Feiyun entertainment… I wish I hadn't heard of it.” Cheng was also cold.

Li Zifeng said, "Of course, because the company has just been reorganized, Mr. Cheng has never heard of it. However, you must have heard of the predecessor of our company... Tianyang Entertainment Co., Ltd., Mr. Cheng has heard of it? ”

“Shadow entertainment?” Cheng was also stunned, surprised: “Wasn't it, once after the song... the shadow entertainment of Tujia? ”

“Exactly.” Li Zifeng said: “Before, our company was in a slump because of some things, even the previous boss... But don't worry, Mr. Cheng, that's all in the past. Now after the reorganization of Feiyun Entertainment, behind the huge gold master you can't imagine, the strength of our company the world dares not say, but looking at the whole country, is also absolutely superior level! This is a great opportunity. I don't think you'll give up, Mr. Cheng, will you? ”

Feiyun... entertainment.

Cheng Yanya's heart beat a few times, but he still tried to calm himself down. But he started sweating when he didn't know.

“I thought we could meet.” Cheng also took a deep breath in the airway at the end.

Time to run.

……

……

Club, it's like eternity here.

In front of Su Zijun, an old roll of sheepskin slowly unfolded. She needs to put her palms on top of it to make a deal with the club.

Her eyes are naturally not comparable to ordinary monsters... but even then, she still can't figure out how the sheepskin rolls really appear.

Here, at all times, there is a mysterious force that bypasses all her perceptions flowing - even cutting off all her senses of the outside world.

From the observation of this sheepskin roll, Su Zijun came to the conclusion that he was shocked: this small shop, self-organized… seems to be completely independent of this world.

But it is also inextricably related to this world.

“Guest, the contract will come into effect when the hand stamp is pressed.” Lo Qiu looked calmly at Su Zijun and said.

After a few seconds of reflection, Su Zijun nodded and his fingers slowly approached the sheepskin roll… gradually approaching, the more she could feel the power of restraint and begin to form around her.

Not only her body… this power seems to bind her spirit, even her soul.

And something deeper in her soul.

As his fingers approached the parchment, Su Zijun suddenly raised his head and looked at Lochu in front of him, “What are you...? ”

Rocchu seems to be thinking about this.

“I'm also… looking for answers. ”

Su Zijun finally pressed the receipt over the sheepskin roll... she didn't feel any discomfort on her body, she just felt deep inside her body, as if she had been marked by something.

Marked.

……

“That's it? ”

Soon afterwards, Su Zijun frowned. She looked at her hands subconsciously, squinting her eyes at Rochu. "Why is my wound still there? ”

“Miss Zijun, you are badly wounded.” Lochu said calmly: “The tomb you mentioned, even if all the souls were added, would not heal your wounds immediately. ”

Su Zijun squinted his eyes and his voice was slightly colder: “That means that you're hitting on me... right? ”

“No, no, no.” Rochu shook his head: “It's just going to make you recover slowly. ”

Lochu took a tall cup from the bar of the club and placed it in front of Suzijun - from the bottom of the cup, some strange liquid began to emerge.

Dark red... but there's a lot of golden light in it... like a tiny piece of gold sand.

The thick dark red color mixes the liquid from the sand and begins to appear from the bottom of the cup, then slowly begins to rise - until these liquids occupy about a quarter of the cup before stopping.

Su Zijun's nose moved. “Is this... blood? ”

But she didn't smell blood —— just physical instincts to tell her that it was blood. And there's blood that gives her a hard impulse to suppress.

“Sure.” Lochu smiled and pushed the cup towards Su Zijun, “Drink it, Miss Zijun's injuries should be fully healed within two days... inside and outside the wounds. ”

Su Zijun did not act immediately, but simply said, "Whose blood is this? ”

"Cain..." said Rochu softly. ”