Trafford’s Trading Club

“Wait a minute." Master Chen immediately quenched his own slight panic - as a man who wandered among the many wealthy traders and certain circles of officials, the ‘high man' style was needed.

If you can't even scare people, where else can we talk about business?

This dude should not be a native - there are famous local figures, Chen Er has investigated them over the years.

But according to the saying, the dragon can't crush the groundsnake… With his local background and resources, Chen Er asks himself what is going on or is someone willing to protect himself - the key distant water can't save the fire.

“Master Chan, aren't you afraid?” A black suit that squeezed its fists at this point, crackling joints with a ruthless smile on its face, can give a sense of oppression.

Chen Er stood negatively and bluntly said: “I'm just a photographer, not a boxer with black boxing. Your Excellency wants to test my skills. Do you want to test my boxing skills? Your Excellency, if you want to find someone with kung fu, please don't waste your time here. ”

At this time, the three bodyguards were all facing the clock dust, and it seemed indifferent to see whether the clock dust didn't mean a word, or closed their eyes and rubbed their foreheads slowly.

“Do it.” The bodyguards snorted.

Chen Er now had a chirp in his heart, clamoring that the guys wanted to come hard... he snorted coldly, “In that case, go outside the yard, I don't want to live in a mess. ”

Chen Er ignored everyone's eyes and walked straight into the garden outside - not too big, but definitely not many. At first glance, there were also fifty or sixty square masks.

And in the middle of this garden, there is a wooden pile of varying lengths, the tallest being almost a meter high and the shortest being a foot.

Chen Er stepped on the wooden wand in a healthy manner, like a spiritual monkey, but between winks he climbed onto the tallest wooden stake, "Gentlemen, please. ”

“Plum pile? I've practiced too!” A bodyguard grinned and rushed straight into the wooden stake and flew towards Chen Er.

Chen Er's face was faint at this time, and everyone outside knew that he was Huang Hanxian's apprentice, but few knew that many years ago, he followed Huang Hanxian, just one of his bodyguards - before becoming Huang Hanxian's land, Chen Er was the real handover of the plum pile boxing method.

Many traditional boxing techniques have been lost, and most of them have lost their essence, leaving only the fur behind, which is good for strengthening the body, and most of them are more theoretical than practical if they can be used in action.

Chen Erxian did not learn from Huang Hanxian, but five lines of gossip and other theories learned a lot. Inspired by the second line, he also deduced the ancient essence of traditional plum pile boxing, and ordinary boxers can really party casually.

However, even if the martial arts are high, they are afraid of bullets, and there are many examples of people who have been shot and killed for decades. Although Chen Er has some talent in boxing, he is a paper drunk fan and has not always been immersed in traditional skills.

But even so, dealing with the three strong bodyguards in front of you is more than impressive.

At this time, all three bodyguards have stepped on the plum pile. Together with Chen Er, you come and go on the plum pile. At first glance, the fist rack does not look like a normal person's consultation.

The clock slowly opened its eyes, and it had been more than a minute since several people had cut it. The three brothers and sisters of the third generation of the Zhong family, who had been arranged by the old man to practice in the army in earlier years, and some skilled fighters in the army, may not be able to master their own fighting skills, but their eyesight is also practiced.

The three bodyguards were also selected from among the troops and, although unfamiliar with the topography of the plum pile, their own balance and ability to compete in battle were not poor. Although this Chen Er took advantage of the terrain, he didn't really have the ability to hold down the siege of the three of us.

“Stop it.” Two minutes later, the three bodyguards fell completely out of the wind, and the clock dust slowly opened its mouth, seeing as there was insufficient support.

They came out of the army, had an almost instinctive ability to execute the order, quickly retreated from the plum pile and flew back to the clock dust.

At this time, Chen Er also walked down from the plum pile. He came in for half a year, after swallowing the legacy of Huang Hanxian, almost abandoned his martial arts. Although he also practiced on weekdays, he was only sweating. A great battle came down, and he was not spared a cold sweat.

“Mr. Cheng, is that satisfactory?” At this time, Chen Er smiled softly. He was known as Master Chen, who had known how to pretend to be forced to do so for most of the year.

Zhong Falling Dust also did not intend to explain his misunderstanding to Chen Er himself. At this time, he just looked at it as a cloud. "Chen Yun, find a time to take him back to the company, set up a few formats and see how it works. ”

As he said, the clock dust did not continue to ignore, and he left with his bodyguard.

He judged whether a person had the ability to do things naturally has a set of criteria. If this Chen Er showed weakness in the face of several bodyguards, the appearance of a cowardly fear will not naturally become a climate. A man with real talent is naturally a man of the same temperament... But whether Chen Er has the feng shui phase skills, with this hand of plum flower station pile kung fu, being a higher-level batter is also qualified.

It's just this type of golf master, the clock falls dust if you want, minute by minute can find a company is... As he said, he came personally, waited for an hour, has proved his sincerity, next is Chen Er's performance, can he be treated as his sincerity.

“Are you Mr. Cheng?” Chen Er frowned.

There was only one cloud left in the house. Cheng Yun only laughed at this moment. Suddenly there are different opinions about this Master Chen... sample, when it comes to pretending to be forced, Cheng Yun is also a generation of masters!

Cheng Yun smiled softly, sat down, his palms swept the folds of his pants on his thighs, and smiled softly: "Master Chen, have you ever heard of Jingcheng Xiangshan Zhong family? ”

……

Soon after the clock went out, he got in the car and the driver in front asked him where he was going.

The clock fell for a while before slowing down: “Go to Miss Mo's studio for a moment. ”

The driver nodded and secretly said that during these days, Master Er would go to Miss Mo's studio three to five times apart. It seems that she was really interested in this Miss Mo.

I heard that the marriage between Young Master Er and Miss Zhang seems to have stalled... but Young Master Er doesn't seem to be in a hurry. These days, apart from his official duties, he basically didn't have much business with Zhang family.

As for this Miss Mo, her identity is a bit mysterious... by the Zhong family means, she could not find out the origin of this Miss Mo, only that she appeared in the city half a year ago. As for where she was, what she did, what her parents did, it was all blank.

But that Miss Mo, she is a beauty.

A black dress, mysterious and elegant.

……

……

The so-called studio is a pottery studio opened in a recently inaugurated creative park - many of the buildings in the creative park are still idle for new reasons.

But the pottery studio was pretty hot - the college mostly came for the mysterious and beautiful boss's wife.

Amazing, basically a lot of students, first impression of the boss's mother.

But most people come just for the beauty of the boss, but few really appreciate the boss's ceramics skills.

The boys who pursued Miss Mo were many, but there really weren't many that could make Miss Mo look like —— but even so, the boys who had the air day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day, and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day and day

Today, Miss Mo still doesn't show up in the classroom —— she's only recently invited an honest ceramic aunt, aged forty or younger.

There is also a room upstairs reserved for Miss Mo, which she creates on a weekday basis… I've heard that only one student can go up there for so long.

……

Song title: "Qin Sang Qu"

Of course, it's not a live play, it's just a sound played through audio equipment... there's plenty of sunshine out here, and you can see the river from the window.

When the clock fell into the private studio upstairs, it was attracted to the music... not because of the elegance of the decor, or because the scenery was pleasant, but because the hands were shaping the clay shape.

Discovering this place is just an occasional opportunity.

Zhong Fangdu thought that he should no longer be attracted to women in his life... even the Lady of the Zhang family, since not knowing when, his interest has been greatly diminished to the point where he was even invisible... now he is about to erase this remarkable woman from his heart.

It was just that day on the edge of the river, a black dress that was digging up the beach, but he still couldn't forget it.

The students downstairs thought she was amazing, but the clock fell and thought it was rare, desirable and distant in the world.

Miss Mo's ceramics are very high, especially in the fabrication of dolls, preaching as if she had given these dolls a true soul herself.

“Swallow grass like Bis, Qin Sang low green branches. And when the day of the return of the king was when the concubine cut off her bowels. Spring wind doesn't know each other, what is it... getting into the loins.” Barking softly… the sound stopped the hands that were shaping the clay.

Beautiful eyes, delightful eyes.

The clock slowly entered, smiling: “Miss Mo, are you homesick? ”

“Mr. Chung.” Miss Mo nodded in front of me, "Please sit down… today, are you still going to continue with your last homework? ”

“No rush.” The clock sat down and there was a seat that belonged to him not long ago, "Miss Mo, how did you like the mud you brought in last time? ”

Miss Mo smiled slightly, "It's good kaolin, thank you Mr. Chung. ”

The clock dropped: “Just use the flowers to toast the Buddha. Besides, kaolin is not very rare and is not a valuable item. ”

Miss Mo didn't say much, "Mr. Chung, let's go. ”

“Okay.” The clock nodded, began to unbutton the sleeve, pinched it, and then grabbed a piece of dirt from the closet next to it, began to seep in, and summed up.

He glanced at the mud on Miss Mo's plate and suddenly asked, "Miss Mo, does this seem like the last time? Aren't you satisfied, why come back? ”

“Just dissatisfied.” Miss Mo looked at the dirt of a simple figure.

I can't see men and women.

“Oh, and Miss Mo's hard work?” The clock fell into great curiosity… He had seen it with his own eyes, Miss Mo's high memory, and in a short time he created a work that was considered a heritage.

Miss Mo lowered her face at this time and her hair covered her half face, “I forgot his name and I can't remember what he looked like... I guess I can only think of him when I see him again. ”

The clock dust can clearly feel that the woman's mind is never here.

She was on the bridge forever, and she was under the bridge, on a boat, slowly passing through, glancing at it, gradually going away.

“Mr. Chung, you go on, I'm a little busy.” Miss Mo wiped her hands clean now: “I'll come back later to see your work today. ”

The clock did not leave any dust, just watched the other person leave slowly.

There was no one else in the classroom but him, and he slowly and soiled, and his mind began to fade in.

Just a good puppet, but still unable to pull the embryo into shape - a form he was satisfied with.

He sighed and looked out the window with a slight complexity, "Always... getting love? ”

……

Miss Mo left the studio from another tunnel and drove herself to a cabin not far from Creative Park.

She walked in with two big bags of stuff from the car and opened the door.

The house is another heavenly place - it's like a playground with slides built along the beams, fake mountains and pools.

The floor was covered with a green blanket.

In the house, a group of children, the oldest but still a few years old, the youngest is still climbing, at this time fighting... among the children, a slightly older girl with red tongue eyes, at this time chasing a fat guy, “Pig Tong! You are disobedient again, go take a bath!! Otherwise when Blackwater returns, I will tell her!!! ”

The fat guy suddenly grabbed a ghost face and climbed up against the wall.

When she saw this scene, Miss Mo had a smile on her face. She put down what was in her hand and said softly: "Okay, come and eat. ”

“Wow, Sister Blackwater is back!” The little girl jumped right next to Miss Mo and hugged her, "Sister Blackwater, you smell like that human again! He came to see you again today? ”

Miss Mo... Blackwater laughed, put the little girl in her arms down, and patted her in the head.

At this time, a group of children... the demons gathered beside the black water, only to see the black water sit down slowly, the black dress spread apart, as if it were a big black flower.

“This human being is so annoying! Sister Blackwater, will you eat him?” Such statements are naturally made only by the biggest pigs.

The older little girl was a big sister, and she knocked on the head of a pig. "You idiot! A lot of people come to blackwater sister trouble, all rely on humans, those guys become the rules! If we eat him, we won't have a good time! Pig, you! ”

“I'm a pig! ”

“Eat, eat, just eat! ”

“I don't like that human being anyway!” Porky boy, tap, tap his mouth, hum: “When I grow up, I'll eat him first! ”

Blackwater did not speak, just watched the children play, satisfied... here, is all she has.