Trafford’s Trading Club

When the cloud estimated that the time was about to return, it was found that the clock had fallen and Cheng was sitting in the living room.

Neither of them spoke. The clock closes its eyes to support the god.

Cheng was also gently moving the guitar on his hand, but didn't make a sound, like he was touching it.

Sung Yun didn't see any discomfort in the faces of these two people, but he couldn't see any pleasant expression. This made it difficult for him to judge whether he was having a good time or what was going on between the two of them.

But after all, he was the one who followed the clock for the longest time, and quickly found a way to deal with it.

Simply put, knock on the door with good news.

“Mr. Chung, there's just been news from TV that other contestants last night were releasing their lives at night. Well, I guess they're all pushing our house, too, and I hear the wind waves on the Internet suddenly suppressed a lot. ”

The clock just opened its eyes, “Cheng Yun, help him clean up where you live, he will stay here for a while. ”

Cheng Yun was stunned, and then his heart was surprised, but not a single glance appeared in his divine color, just nodded his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

No, how could Second Major invite him to stay here... Second Major never liked living in a place where people live?

And like Cheng, I haven't seen him a few times.

But when Cheng Yun looked at it again, he also stood up, “Cheng, let me take a ride, I'll go outside for a moment. ”

Cheng also glanced at the clock and mentioned the guitar. Nothing was said.

Cheng Yun, who was completely confused, hastily said yes... but did not intend to flank him today and put something out of Cheng's mouth.

He hates people who snoop into him in private, and when he finds out that no matter how close he gets to breaking it, he gets bored immediately - that's how those followers in front of him fall with the clock.

So everything can only be seen and concealed through its own shadows.

“Aha... I never thought Mr. Chung would invite you under his villa!” Driving the car, Cheng Yun laughed and said: “Well, it seems that Mr. Chung really likes you, you'll have to work hard after that. ”

“Cheng, can you stop in front?” Cheng also suddenly pointed to a position on the side of the road.

Cheng Yun shook up and didn't go to the back of the village. "That's it? But around here..."

Cheng also shook his head: “Just put me down here... I'll ask you about the other luggage. ”

“Oh... it's okay.” Cheng Yun stopped the car.

Then he drove, and didn't even stop at half a point - until he saw that Sung Yun had gone away, Cheng also took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes like this, and he closed his eyes like this, walking in absolutely no direction... and he was calling something in his heart - according to the clock falling dust.

Guests like him, if they think about it...

Tingling… he heard the bell as if it had been heard - and at the same time a sense of coolness began to appear as if he had walked into an ancient house in the deep mountains.

Cheng also opened his eyes and looked up in front of him - he saw this magical shop.

Cheng also frowned and pushed the door in.

……

He heard stories about the shop from the bell dust mouth - the bell dust didn't know much, but it was a lot more than the journey.

At least for Cheng, he has never officially come to this place despite making a deal.

“Mr. Cheng, what can I do for you? ”

Cheng also found that this voice of the moment, and the voice of the mysterious merchant in his memory, overlapped again, so that the vague memories of the day in his mind seemed to have been activated, once again becoming incredibly clear.

Last time, in a dark room, he couldn't see the merchant clearly, and this time, he still couldn't get a glimpse, coming from a mask that looked like a mockery.

Funny, but not funny clowns.

Cheng Yan's eyes were on the boss... this time, he didn't meet the woman who was there last time.

“You lied to me! ”

Cheng also quickly walked to the boss, his eyes flashed with anger.

Lochu pointed to the front of himself —— the front of the table where he was sitting, where his fingers were pointing, and the chair opened, and he said, "Do it first, Mr. Cheng. ”

Cheng also stood and once again announced the reason for his arrival: “You lied to me. ”

“I don't know what Mr. Cheng is referring to as a fraud. What does he mean exactly?” Rochu asked Xu Xu.

Cheng also threw out the guitar behind him, almost like a blame: “What did you say last time? You said if I had it, I could... but now? Don't you know what they say about me on the Internet? Liar! It's a lie about money piling up!! ”

“Mm-hmm.” Lochu nodded, not answering the question. "Does Mr. Cheng think it would be illusory to listen to your audience's reactions on the spot? ”

Cheng also smiled coldly: “What's the use of the scene? How can I stand on my heels if it's just the scene! You are simply selling inferior products! ”

Lochu looked into the eyes of the same process and said softly: "This guitar can make anyone who has heard it like its tone, but it has a range, about a hundred meters radius. Of course, as long as you've heard of it, your subconscious will have the impression of liking it. This impression lasts for a long time… and how long depends on how long the audience has not heard it. ”

Cheng was furious, too: "Isn't this a bad product?! ”

"Theoretically, you can move with it… you can move to any corner of the world so that all ordinary people in the world know you. ”

Cheng also laughed furiously: “Do I have to spend my whole life playing guitar in every corner of the world? Ridiculous!! ”

Boss Luo bluntly said: "Mr. Cheng... before you bought it, did you feel like 'you'll fall madly in love if you hear it' was also a ridiculous thing? Besides, you wanted to succeed and hope to become famous... aren't you already on your way to becoming famous? Guest, you've become the subject of the city, haven't you? As the influence expands, the voice of opposition slowly disappears, and time proves its worth. ”

Cheng hasn't spoken in a long time!

But not talking doesn't mean he can calm down. He was still dissatisfied and even angry: "But you... didn't tell me from the beginning! ”

“Guest, you didn't ask me. ”

Boss Lo shook his head and said, "Do you want me to remind you? That night... you were so ecstatic when you held it, you looked at me with it... Remember? You just looked at me at the time and didn't even say anything, afraid I'd take it back... and turn around and run away like that. ”

Cheng also took two steps backwards and got cold... that night, he did look like this!

In front of this mysterious businessman, he seemed to have been torn apart in all his disguises, and all the ugly faces in his heart were lifted naked... even he felt disgusted himself!

Himself, disgust yourself!

It was almost a feeling of fear falling to the bottom of the well!

Cheng is also pale, three is frightened, three is ashamed, three is distressed, and one is angry. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to calm down, “This guitar... is there any limit to it? ”

“Beyond the range…” Lochu said softly: "If one day the song in your heart changes, it will no longer have the same magic. ”

“The song in my heart has changed...” Cheng suddenly looked up, “What do you mean? ”

“Guests, this is something you should think about yourself. ”

Luo Qiu suddenly stood up and waved: “If there is nothing else about the Guest, then that concludes today's consultation… Besides, if that Mr. Zhong really wants to ask something, he can come personally. ”

Cheng also looked terrified.

Moments.

He went back to the place where he got off Sung Yun.