Trafford’s Trading Club

Luo Qiu was not surprised that Ziling would know that she had dropped out.

He did not deliberately intend to hide the matter in the past, but did not expect it for a long time, Ren Ziling still did not react.

But he thought about it a long time ago, and it was something he was really going to do in the future.

“You need to drop out of school because you need to transfer. ”

“Transfer? ”

Ren Ziling stunned, frowned - although he learned about it from Zhang Rui's mouth - and was very angry after a long time had elapsed.

But when I came back to the house and took a warm glass of water that the child had poured, I forgot everything, “Tell me, what's going on? If you can't say, you're not going to sleep tonight! ”

Isn't this punishment a little too light?

“Nothing.” Rochu bluntly said, "It's just that I took an exam from another school and passed, so I'm going to transfer to the past. ”

“Well...” Ren Ziling nodded, if that's all.

At the time, Rocchu's college entrance exams proved to be very good, but as if he had won the head lowering technique, he chose a specialty with only two students... At that time, Ren Ziling knew that he had not completely broken his heart.

She didn't say anything, just let it go. Now Rocchu is choosing a new school, and in a way, it's even a good thing.

Old Lo, did you see that?

Your son came out and not only began to re-choose his life, but also fooled a very good little girl.

“Tell me sooner! ”

Ren Ziling's eyes widened.

There was fog in his eyes and trembling in his voice.

Rochu frowned: “Are you… having any problems? ”

“No, no, no! Not at all!”

Ren Ziling rubbed her eyes: “Did you open the window? Why do I seem to have sand in my eyes... hey, what school is that? ”

“University of St. Andrews. ”

Ren Ziling blinked, subconsciously said: “What the hell? Where is it? ”

“Scotland.”

“Oh... Scotland.” Ren Ziling nodded and was surprised: “Wait... you said transfer directly to England?? ”

“Is there a problem?” Rochu said softly: “I've been admitted. It's New Year's Eve. I'll be there in April. ”

Ren Ziling suddenly silenced down, and Lochu accompanied her to silence.

Shortly afterwards, Ren Ziling suddenly took a deep breath and walked quickly back to his room... not waiting for a few minutes, only Ren Ziling walked out with a briefcase.

She poured everything inside onto the table, and then squatted in front of the table and started pounding it out.

Deposits in banks, some paperwork contracts and stuff.

“What are you doing?” Rochu asked puzzlingly.

Ren Ziling didn't lift his head, “Alas, don't bother me for a second, I count how much money I have left in my household... you go to England to study without money? Studying abroad is expensive, okay? Let's see, the car is almost finished. Well, I'm not driving any faster now anyway, so why don't we get another one? Just sell this one now. The house... What month did you say you were walking? Look, you're gone. I can't live in a place this big by myself. I just need two rooms and a hall. Can't we lose the rent if we live alone? By the way, how many years did your tuition cost? ”

She finally looked up at Lochu and asked.

Rochu suddenly asked, "Don't you suspect I'm lying to you? ”

Ren Ziling was stunned: “Why are you lying to me? Are you sick? ”

Lochu just shook his head gently, "Don't worry, the school over there promised to pay my full tuition. So you don't have to sell your car or live somewhere else. If I change this place, I'll be back on vacation and I won't be able to find a place. ”

“Fuck off!!! ”

Ren Ziling suddenly shouted, “Do you know how tired I am today? Do you have any idea how much I've had to endure when I first went to England? I've been counting money to distract myself, you son of a bitch! Say what? Back where you can't find it! Did you mean to upset me? Why didn't you tell me about such a big transfer? If I hadn't asked you, would you have put a note before you left? ”

“I've thought about it.” Lochu nodded seriously.

“... did you really think about it?? ”

Ren Ziling... Ren Da Vice Editor suddenly responded with a diaphragm, but suddenly laughed.

Rocchu is the same Rocchu she knew. It hasn't changed at all.

She knows him as well as she does.

Rocciu found that this woman was often dirty, but actually beautiful, especially when she laughed, very heartwarming.

This evening, they did not continue their discussions on the issue and, as usual, returned to their rooms.

In fact, Rochu no longer needed to supplement himself by dormancy, just that he was still doing what ordinary people did.

He probably instinctively felt that in this room in this house, in this bed, it was actually very nice to fall asleep.

He's slowly realizing that staying in the city, one day he'll be the club owner and exposed to this woman.

Leaving just to better guard...

Waiting for next year, his abilities will probably grow to another level.

Because after several recent deals, Rochu has implicitly felt that his abilities will soon be subject to a qualitative change.

By then, even if it's across thousands of mountains, it'll be all right.

“In the end, even this emotion began to fade away. ”

Before closing his eyes, Rochu was thinking about something.

He knew that it was probably because he had been so impetuous since he accepted the club that he had made his indifference grow so rapidly.

This is probably the mastermind of the altar down there.

Of course, it was merely accelerating the deprivation of his feelings as a human being, but in other respects, it was completely unconstrained.

But the last one, even after countless years, retained a little fondness for certain things… Is it because he's been tediously repeating a lot of transactions?

Keep going, you'll be a puppet...

Lochu continues to ponder, wondering whether his thoughts will truly reflect on the altar of the club's true source of strength.

But at this point, he is absolutely certain that he is thinking rationally: whether or not he is going to do something about it.

“The future, you want to spy? ”

The boss slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

Ren Ziling didn't sleep, just turned on the little lamp, started counting the days, counting the days and days, and found that there were still six months left.

“Six months...”

Ren Ziling bit her fingernails and muttered: “Why don't you let this bastard get married before he goes out? I can't help it at college anyway... oh my!! Last time I ate, I forgot to ask Unight for my phone number... I'm a pig!! ”

Anyway, Ren Ziling just can't sleep.

……

……

“I want to die...”

Still in the elevator, Ren Ziling is like a zombie - sleepless for a night, thinking about becoming the grandmother's assistant editor-in-chief for six months dragging himself, even walking like a dry corpse.

Pears eating chips early in the morning came to Ren Ziling's face, “Sister Ren, was the video you recorded last night somewhere? I didn't find it when I woke up this morning. ”

“Find it...” Ren Ziling randomly photographed her bag in front of Pear's not very big chest, then lay on her desk, impatiently: “I mean, haven't you ever been so aggressive? ”

“Because the boss said we have to deliver the paper at noon. We sell our magazines on Tuesdays, and we have to print them tonight.” Pear talks about something she knew long ago because she was working in the morning: “Also, the boss said that the same thing about letting you write the itinerary, ask for a guest opinion, don't be so pointy and mean. ”

“Did Flying Cloud entertain the boss with black money?” Ren Ziling has begun to be bitter and sour.

“I don't know that. ”

Pear shrugged: “However, according to Xiao Wang, his big entertainment dog band began to rumor that there were mysterious forces to create momentum for Cheng, and after today, all the big headlines and online editions will be flooded with golden mountains. ”

Ren Ziling patted herself on the face and made herself feel better. "Okay! Work, work, work, work! Make more money! But by the way, I was really touched last night. By the way... Did the internet explode? After all, the final result of last night was that Cheng Yanyang, a newcomer, pressed all the old singers, and won the first place in the first round... almost all the votes! ”

Pear's face was strange: “The bomb blew up, but the direction of the bomb seems a little different... Ren, let's see for ourselves. ”

Pear opened his laptop and entered a discussion version of the online community about this music program.

“If there's no PY deal behind it, I'll eat it live! ”

“Is it not the mysterious power behind this? On how to hang up a so-called rookie who just can't! By the way, tomorrow's birthday. ”

“Reasonably, I'm the only one who thinks the same thing is really common... but that song is okay, right? But it's just okay. I'm afraid it's not the Navy. ”

“In addition to Cheng, did other groups get a lot of mental retardation last night? All of them are acting out of order, letter? ”

……

Ren Ziling looked down one by one, a whole five or six pages, all spraying the final result of last night, "Oh, my God... did I come this way to do something about pulling hate cannons? These pages are slaughtered all over. ”

Pear said softly: "These five or six pages are the result of a struggle of authority. You didn't see last night, the whole discussion was raging. ”

Ren Ziling frowned: “No... I was there last night? I obviously feel good, I've got a few tears... Pear, you said you were there last night! ”

“I was eating... not paying attention. ”

When Ren Ziling squinted his eyes, Pear immediately changed his mouth: “But Ren, although there are abnormally many people who curse immediately, there are also people who wash Cheng... I think they were all the audiences at the scene last night. It was just not very convincing, and it was brushed off immediately. ”

Ren Ziling frowned and said: “I'll take a look at last night's replay. ”

……

……

“Successfully, the web version has too many IDs, and the site admin says they can't delete it at all and brush the screen too quickly. ”

Secretary to Cheng Yun report.

In the clouds, it just feels hard to focus.

Last night's results were announced on the spot, so after learning that Cheng was also pushing the crowd, he was very happy to call several models after dusting the clock and enjoy it in the hotel room.

But I just woke up from the hotel and came back to the office, and I wanted to focus on what happened after the game —— something that I didn't expect to happen.

Are these people who curse the streets online because their favorite singer is beaten by an unidentified person?

In fact, it doesn't seem unreasonable - after all, other than Cheng, which player in the entire tournament already has a solid foundation in the orchestra, the wind and rain all the way here?

“Come on, don't keep me informed. Let's get more work done on the website. Big deal. We'll make up for some ‘overtime' on their side!” Cheng Yun waved, “let Li Zifeng come up to see me... by the way, call it a trip too! ”

Li Zifeng and Cheng soon arrived at Chengyun's office.

Li Zifeng had some uneasy look on his face, but Cheng also remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cheng Yun is a Zhong family gold medal horse who has gained a lot of eyebrow coloring skills, and now clears his voice: “I think you know why I called you both up, right? ”

Li Zifeng hastily said: "Cheng Cheng, about the online discussion..."

Sung Yun waved, “Don't say that. I'm calling you, and I'm telling you, ignore what you say on the Internet. Keyboardman? Every day. But these people are undisciplined, looking for the guy who has a presence based on his own taste, and he can't get over the big wind in front of capital. ”

Cheng Yun shook his head and looked at Cheng too: “Don't worry, these things will be taken care of by the company, you just have to keep up the standard and continue the game! This is the first issue, if you can crush it all the way, then those people will naturally have nothing to say! They've never heard of your scene before, so they hide in the dark and play the talent of the poor sour show. ”

Li Zifeng frowned... if it was just a small wave. But this is simply a paved offense, facing so many sprays, even letting Li Zifeng begin to doubt his life.

All the way down?

Cheng also frowned... all he felt was that he didn't even know what the music was - it was probably the face of a businessman.

He also remembered another businessman… the one who sold him this amazing guitar.

Why are there so many curses...

Do you mean guitar...

At this moment, Cheng Yun suddenly answered a phone call nervously, only to see him face to face and say yes, nothing more.

He turned off the phone and looked at Cheng, and he said, “Yes, Mr. Chung wants to see you again. Go and get ready. ”

PS2: Happy New Year!

PS1: White Stone's New Year's wish is to receive a reward of 23333.

PS3: Why is PS1 behind PS2? And of course, it's because worship is the most important thing —— that's all.