Trafford’s Trading Club

While Bucky was very resistant to the act of credit - because it would make him feel like he was under pressure to work, after all, the power of faith could come from endless sources, so Bucky didn't feel too sad.

Normally, a fanatic believer like Mr. Besson, in three days, will be able to generate the power of a unit of faith, while it will take about eight to ten days for Mr. Besson's second-degree believers to produce the power of a unit of faith.

And a unit that needs to be done on the same believer is impossible for a handful of believers to work with, so even a fanatic believer like Mr. Besson theoretically has a threshold for the power of faith that he can generate in his life.

So you want to gain the power of faith in more units, either by developing more believers or by turning ordinary believers into loyal believers.

On top of fanatical followers like Mr. Besson, I hear there is also a believer who can provide multiple units a day, and these people are called prayers by the gods. And those who pray are generally dwelling in the kingdom of the gods.

Oh... of course Bucky is a very pragmatic man, so the prayer man is too far away for him, and he doesn't know how to create the prayer man.

In fact, now that he has more than eighty followers, the Church as a whole is and will remain in the early stages of the development of mysterious ideas.

Let's start with a little goal, say a thousand followers.

“So... how can I find you if I want to buy something in the future?” Bucky knew that Miss Maid's super powerful support was no longer viable, so she started planning things for the future.

Lucifer even gave him the ability to call Lucifer when he was under contract. Thinking about it, this club can't be any more stingy than Lucifer, can it?

The maid smiled, “This is where my master left me before the holiday. I'll give it to you when it's almost time. It's time. ”

Unight then sent a black card to Bucky's hand. Bucky measured it curiously, but couldn't see what was special, except that there was a special gold mark on it.

Just heard the maid say softly: "This is a 50% discount card, which will guide you to our store when you need it and give you a 10% discount within five deals. ”

Bucky nodded and asked, “Why five times? ”

The maid blinked her eyes: “Because there are ten more 10% discount cards, a hundred 10% discount cards, or five 20% discount cards, ten 20% discount cards… and even the highest level of Eternal 60% discount cards. As for what kind of black card you will eventually get, it depends on your own efforts. The more generous the customer, the longer the customer works with us, the more discounts we get, isn't that the law of the business? ”

Eternal 60% discount card!

Bucky didn't think about it so much, he just made a simple arithmetic question in his mind - he owed the club 200 units of faith, if he had this Eternal 60% discount card on hand, which means it would be enough to give him 120 units!

Bucky couldn't help but breathe a little faster, and then nervously asked, "Has anyone ever gotten an Eternal 60% card? ”

The maid said softly, "Of course I do, and I'm still your senior. ”

“Senior... who?” Bucky stunned.

Yet after a beautiful smile, the maid disappeared from Bucky's face - honestly, as she said, the job of coaching Bucky had been completed and she would no longer give Bucky any unpaid help.

……

After finishing the conversation with the maid, Bucky walked back along the way. From afar, Bucky saw his most loyal and adorable believer, Mr. Besson.

As the first servant to take care of God's messenger living and eating, Mr. Besson has done his job with great devotion.

Spit on the palm of his hand, rub two of them randomly, and then rub them on his hair. Bucky cleaned his face on the mirror of a sedan before putting on his carnival mask.

Bucky walked out the back of the sedan with his hands behind his back and made a low cough, “Besson, my servant, can leave now. ”

“Messenger!” Mr. Besson flew to Bucky with joy: “Just now, one of our lovely followers told me that he was willing to bring his family to you to listen to the gospel of the Messenger. ”

“Oh, really? See you when you get the chance.” Bucky nodded at random.

Now, with the help of the maid, Bucky realizes that his basic plate is secure, and naturally there is no rush at this time - how can he be vulgar as a noble messenger of God?

“Okay, I'll tell him the truth.” Mr. Besson nodded, "Let his beautiful daughter and his wife wait, the messenger is indeed tired. ”

Bucky coughed again and said positively: “I think it would be inappropriate for future believers who want to hear the gospel to wait. Well, you let whoever's free, come see me tomorrow. ”

“Messenger, you are merciful!” Mr. Besson praised, “I must have informed him of his arrival the first time. ”

Bucky nodded and added, “And his daughter and his wife, I won't let go...”

“Hmm?” Mr. Besson stunned.

"I mean, I won't let go of any chance to spread the glory of my Lord. ”

In yet another compliment from Mr. Besson, Bucky was happy to board the sedan and slowly left the hospital's underground parking lot.

At this point, Mr. Besson's phone suddenly rang again, “It must be good news from the faithful again! Apostle, may I take your call? ”

Bucky waved - this guy was good or not, but every time he did something he had to report to himself, which was a little inky... Bucky whispered an arrears and felt a little hungry.

Recently, he felt particularly vulnerable to hunger - he wanted to eat meat every time he was hungry, especially the kind of steak that was tri-cooked.

Bucky never knew, turns out this blended steak could taste so good for half his life... next time, why don't you let the chef try to make it taste better?

“Messenger! Another piece of good news!” Mr. Besson turns his head and looks surprised, "Indeed, under the guidance of my Lord, more and more elites will join us. ”

“Oh, whose wife is it this time... who am I talking about this time?” Bucky asked curiously.

Mr. Besson said at this point: "This time this is not like any of my previous friends. This time, this is the real boss behind my company! ”

From time to time, Bucky talked deeply and shallow about the glow of humanity with Mr. Besson's wife, and Bucky learned a lot about Mr. Besson.

For example, how he became rich more than a decade ago, for example, what kind of business he is currently in, and for example, Mr. Besson's own company today, which is actually a subsidiary of a large group, etc.

Mr. Besson, the president of a small company, his friends are already in the rich circle, so if it's the big boss behind Mr. Besson, I don't know what level of crocodile it is!

Buckyton is interested now, and once Mr. Besson's boss can be subdued, it will have immeasurable benefits for his future development!

“Who the hell is this guy? ”

Mr. Besson hastily said, "It's Mr. St. Francis! ”

St. Francis?

Bucky stunned, the name seems to be… Haven't you heard of it at all?

But since he's the big boss behind Besson, I'm afraid there's a lot of energy in society, right? But Bucky is not a coward - he just took over a big man from the Defense Department!

“Oh, okay, when I'm free, you bring him in and let me see him. ”

“Messenger, I will not disappoint you!” Mr. Besson nodded solemnly.

“By the way, who, whose wife, what, is she a smart woman?” Bucky asks himself what he cares about.

The car slowly left.

……

……

Cold house.

The humidity is a bit heavy at night, especially in this ancient city by the sea. Fortunately, it's summer time and it's obvious that this kind of humid cold wind doesn't make people feel uncomfortable.

Song Cherry is still busy with the Song Dynasty Group.

Technically, the Songs are big but small. Because Song Tianyu was the reason for drifting across the sea, he was the only real Song family, and only a handful of loyal old servants remained.

And most of these seniors have lost less during the years of fighting. Therefore, even if Song Tianyu later settled in South America to take root and reorganize the Song family, the Song family is still a thin situation.

The tradition of the Chinese people, Song Tianyu is a particularly traditional person, many aspects still maintain some old ideas, such as family genes not passing on daughters - although Song Cherry has won a lot of tolerance and change in the convenience of Song with her excellence, there is still a short distance from truly overthrowing Song's inherent concerns.

She worked to that end, even using the room as an office.

After eleven o'clock, the maid sent in a night snack and refreshing drinks.

Song Cherry dropped the file in hand, brought up the cup, but suddenly remembered something, and stopped asking: “How's that guy doing? Did the etiquette teacher say anything? ”

The servant is actually a little younger than Song Cherry - in fact, the person who came out after training from the village, as a descendant of Kanhong, is a graduate two years later than Kanhong, his name is Akiko, and he is Japanese.

“The guy?” Yasuko is an elegant girl with a lively personality. At this time, her eyes blinked and she asked playfully: “Which guy is Sakura? ”

Song Cherry turned his eyes: “Want to die? What do you want to do? ”

Yasuko giggled, not too old, but very unexpected. When she laughed, her chest was shamelessly shaken. She wrapped her fingers around her hair and softly said: “Young Master Qiu had already completed the instruction of the etiquette teacher, now it should be almost time to rest. ”

Song Cherry frowned. “Finished early? No water? ”

"Miss, you don't know how this etiquette teacher is old," said Yakiko. "Even if we want to release water to Master Qiu, it's impossible for Miss Krall to release water. ”

Song Cherry shook his head, "How can you say that? ”

Yasuko looked strange: “Teacher Krall said, this Master Qiu doesn't need to learn any manners or anything. As long as he sits here, he is already an example of etiquette - I don't know exactly what it is, anyway, after Teacher Krall went in, he walked out shortly afterwards, and she scolded you, asking if you had deliberately entertained him. ”

“Is it really that good?” Song Cherry frowned and spoke to himself: “Clare is a courtesy teacher of many ancient aristocratic descendants, it can be said that it is an encyclopedia of etiquette, he also gave such a high rating... didn't he grow up in an ordinary family? ”

Yasuko said with his muzzle: "Hey, Miss, do you feel it's amazing that Master Qiu showed up? ”

Song Cherry looked at Akiko.

Yasuko didn't seem to notice the change in Song Cherry's look, but stared at the ceiling: “You tell me, the young man had a lying assignment. He picked up a person and came back. It was a coincidence that Dad had been searching for his family for decades, right? ”

Song Cherry asked: “What are you trying to say? Are you saying my uncle has a problem with this? ”

Yasuko shook his head: “Of course I wouldn't doubt Dae-jung, but the unsurprisingly appeared Master Qiu is hard to say. It's easy to forge a blood stamina with current technology, isn't it? ”

Song Cherry shook her head, although when Yakiko said that, she also felt a little shaken in her heart.

It is easy for others to associate the presence of ‘Master Qiu' in strange places, possibly even towards the wealth of the Song family - after all, the fact that Father Song is searching for relatives, although there is no voice, it is impossible to say that there has been no leakage for decades.

If it's a sophisticated trick.

Father Song, her grandfather really likes Rochu... this Rochu is just like carefully cultivated to please Master Song.

“Yasuko, do something for me.” Thinking about it, Song Cherry changed his tone. "Never let Uncle Wu know. ”

“Miss you said.” Yasuko patted his chest.

Song Cherry directly appended his ear to Yakiko's ear and whispered: “I want you to go to China for the night now. I will tell you that you are helping me on a business trip. When you get to China, I'll give you instructions for the next step. ”

Yasuko nodded, “I'll leave right away. ”

……

It's also in the cold house, just opposite Song Cherry, and Lochu's room is on the west side —— Kam Hong's room is next to Lochu, and the room is the same.

In ancient terms, the sweet potato is defined as a maid of the house.

But the bonito was gone, and she had already been instructed to take a rest - of course, Rochu had used a little means to make it easy for the girl who was determined to stay up all night to fall asleep.

“Yeah, Bucky, it's already on track.” Lochu smiled.

Not to the air, of course, but to a stereoscopic image on the table.

It's about 30 centimeters tall, and it's a projection of the club's maid in front of the boss —— it looks so perfect anywhere, it's as sophisticated as a living handset, giving people the idea of grabbing the palm of their hand and playing with it.

“Now that Bucky has conquered Ofey, his path will be much better…” The maid is still reporting on her work.

Although the boss took time off, transferring most of the permissions to the maid for the time being, the maid's position on herself was never changed. Such a transfer of permissions, in Yu's eyes, was just to share more trivial things for the master so that he could have a pleasant vacation.

“Just take care of the Bucky thing. I'm curious about another thing.” Lochu shrugged for a moment and suddenly asked: "There must be a lot of ways to show off the miracle. Why did you end up choosing Dr. Ferrancy? I think at the last moment of his life, it must be glorious. ”

Just heard the maid whisper: “Just because it's so brilliant, Unight wants to keep it until your master returns and you see it for yourself. Time can brew fragrances, don't you think, master? ”

Lochu looked at the delicate maid's projection in front of him, his fingers twitching, trying to touch this delicate projection on her lips.

A wonderful thought.

Lo Qiu took a deep breath... this suppressed emotion, this was supposed to have been born a few sentences earlier light... it's wonderful.

“Wait till I get back.” He spoke softly.