Trafford’s Trading Club

[One: Simple people]

Actions can only be considered actions if they are put into practice… Mr. Gusf soon arrived in Mr. Dillings' room.

But Mr. Dillings is in some kind of trouble right now.

Two doorkeepers are struggling to try on a tuxedo for Mr. Dillings right now… Mr. Dillings' body will probably make most of the world's tailors feel headaches.

This is already the biggest tuxedo the Grand Hotel can offer right now - two doorboys are pushing hard on Mr. Dillings at the moment… like pulling a river.

“Oh... damn! I feel like I'm about to be strangled! This shit! I hate it! Am I turning into a German sausage? ”

Mr. Dillings cursed and cursed as he was suffering... and when he saw Mr. Gusf come in, he hurried and said: "Gusf, you're here! Come and help me, let me put an end to this disaster as soon as possible! ”

Mr. Gusf was forced to put on his tuxedo only after rushing forward and wasting some energy - of course, a button screaming.

Mr. Gusf even feared that those buttons would explode directly at the next moment.

“Shit! Damn it, I won't wear this again! I swear on my late grandmother's honor!” Mr. Dillings gasped and scolded.

… Normally such oaths are not worthy of trust.

Mr. Gusf merely assumed that he had not heard and then quietly made a gesture to have the two doorkeepers wait outside the room… he pretended to ask inadvertently: "Mr. Dillings, are you going to the banquet? ”

“Of course! Otherwise, what am I doing in this suit!” Mr. Dillings still presumes that the clothes are not very comfortable and that his emotions are clearly not high.

Mr. Goosevelt looked amazing, and then smiled: "May I help you, Mr. Dillings? ”

“Oh, let me think…” Mr. Dillings retorted for a moment and shook his head: “I don't think so. If you need anything else, can I call you? Floor housekeeper. I think it came along? ”

“Yes, Mr. Dillings. ”

Mr. Dillings thought about it for a while, and then patted Gusf on the shoulder —— he didn't lift his palms on the tape, and Mr. Gusf's shoulder had to be slightly lower.

He had to smile and wait for the customer to speak.

“Work hard.” Mr. Dillings said so first, then thought about it for a while, then went on to say, “But rest when you need to, don't get tired of yourself. ”

Mr. Gusf opened his mouth, preferably with a smile and nod, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Dillings… May I ask what else you need? ”

“Oh... I'm still a little hungry, so prepare some food for me.” Dillings touched the sturdy stomach, “let the who... who, oh, the chef make me something to eat, I don't want to go out now! These damn clothes, they're so sad. ”

Mr. Gusf couldn't help but have a crying smile, "I'll arrange it for you, sir… if there's nothing else, please allow me to leave first, because I still have to go to work for Lawyer Zigg. ”

Speaking of the name of Lawyer Zigg, Mr. Gusf seemed casual, but kept a quiet eye on Mr. Dillings' expression.

“Oh, you go busy, I'll do it myself. ”

But Mr. Dillings has no idea who Lawyer Zigg really looks like... he doesn't even care what Gusv says about serving others.

Doesn't he know… that the floor housekeeper here is one-on-one for guests in the Presidential Suite?

With this doubt, something that was already certain was suddenly disrupted… Gusf slowly exited the room and took a sneak peek through the door seam before closing.

I just saw this Mr. Dillings opening a little book and then biting a pencil, wondering what he was thinking... occasionally tapping his head gently with a pencil head, occasionally grabbing a scratch and starting to see thin hair.

“The gentleman went somewhere later, and the first thing he did was tell me, okay? ”

Before leaving, Mr. Gusf told the doorman outside the door.

But then this Mr. Dillings didn't walk out of the room until before the party started Mr. Gusf heard the doorman say that this Mr. Dillings fell asleep after he had eaten.

And the snoring is particularly spectacular.

……

……

[Two: Gifts]

At 7: 30 in the evening… the feast begins.

The banquet is held on the open lawn of the Grand Hotel campus, where you can not only see the night view of the artificial lake, but also see the whole of the Alex Grand Hotel.

Under the lights, the Alec Grand Hotel is like a symmetrical castle built with perfect lines, like what's in a fairy tale.

I heard the original Alec Grand Hotel wasn't like this, but after several modifications, it became what it is today —— all from the mysterious owner's pen.

Tonight's banquet is about the costume ball.

Guests simply wear decorations to cover their faces - often, of course, simple finishes are hard to hide… mostly just for the sake of the atmosphere.

Ms. Tiffany simply wore an eye mask, whereas Ms. Centi wore a Venetian mask.

As you can see, Ms. Cindy is very upset about her many years of friends choosing to come to this costume party and not go to her birthday party with herself - she is really ready for a young and energetic young man! What a waste!

“Well... what's going on today, I think I see a lot of acquaintances.” Ms. Tiffany suddenly whispered in her friend's ear.

“Did you?” Ms. Cindy looked up everywhere.

Ms. Tiffany pointed to two middle-aged men not far away who stood in the dining room, "Do the two over there look like George and Goeburn? ”

“Who?” Ms. Cindy asked stunned.

Ms. Tiffany shook her head and laughed: “If they knew you'd completely forgotten them, they might cry... forget? They were your seekers in the beginning. ”

Ms. Cindy tried to think back and eventually found two blurred faces in the corner of her memory… she woke up and finally remembered who George and Goben were.

There was a small stage in Chef Berg's restaurant with a strong personality, and George and Goben were musicians in charge at the time.

Ms. Cindy was quite proud to recall: “Think about it now, I was still very popular... unfortunately, the years are long gone. But it was always Pahl who liked to play the violin... you weren't either. ”

Ms. Tiffany took a bad look at the guy who didn't know if he was a bad friend or a close friend.

Ms. Centipede said at this time: "But to think that being obsessed with Pahl at that time was a mistake… it was really bad for a man to suddenly disappear in pursuit of his dreams. And look at that. Oh, God! George and Goben, I can't imagine how handsome they were. Hmm... maybe Pahl is now a greasy, blessed middle-aged man too! Believe me, darling, when a man is old, he never cares about appearance. Look at what my husband looks like now! ”

Ms. Tiffany didn't say anything.

Ms. Cindy is probably the type of person who doesn't have a heart and lungs. She seems to have suddenly put some capital figure in these years and scratched her head: “No, I'm going to say hello to George and Goeburn and revisit the beautiful young years... Tiffany, greet yourself! ”

Ms. Tiffany really didn't know how to stop this guy... she shook her head with a smile and then asked for a glass of wine from the waiter's plate and slowly walked away from the open ballroom.

She really recognized some old faces she hadn't seen in a long time… some old employees who used to work at the Alexandria Hotel.

What the hell happened today?

Ms. Tiffany didn't go up and say hello to those she knew - after all, she asked herself no face thicker than Ms. Cindy's.

And... she actually doesn't have a very good relationship.

Old fashioned, regular, grinning… they were all afraid of a boring woman like her - even her ex-husband - who eventually chose to be separated because of the boredom of life.

She thinks she's probably really bored most of her life, doesn't she?

So some changes started to happen, and I stopped remembering to hang on to my work, and sometimes I would read books, do beauty, try sports, and go to movies that were boring but popular.

She started smiling a little more than she ever did, but when she laughed, it was still so oppressive - Ms. Tiffany felt she couldn't change it.

Life is still improving, just not as many friends around… and not less.

“Miss Tiffany, you look really pretty tonight. ”

When she heard her voice calling, Tiffany slowly turned around and saw an old man with white hair and simply a blindfold, she even recognized each other the first time.

“Counselor Zigg, is that you?” She couldn't help but be surprised, "what are you doing here? ”

“I've been looking for you.” Lawyer Zigg walks in slowly with a smile, "Gusf said, and you'll be there, so you start by watching if you're already there. ”

“Thank you.”

Ms. Tiffany smiled a little, and then she quickly realized that the party might have something to do with this Ziggy lawyer - and that so many old employees were there.

Listen to her nephew Gusf, the gentleman who stayed in the presidential suite, with something stamped by the owner behind the scenes of the hotel... does all this indicate that something special is going to happen tonight?

“Happy birthday, Ms. Tiffany.” Lawyer Zigg suddenly said at this point, then took a gift box out of his pocket, "this is my birthday present for you, please laugh. ”

“Thank you." Ms. Tiffany did not refuse, she picked it up generously and gently hugged Counselor Zigg and kissed him in the face.

Counselor Zigg said, “Oh! I think I must be jealous by now. ”

“Counselor Zigg is still as funny as ever.” Ms. Tini laughed, “but you haven't told me why you're here… you're never here to give me a gift, are you? ”

She wasn't too surprised that Counselor Ziggy gave herself a present.

Lawyer Zigg is basically aware of every senior employee's birthday at the Grand Hotel, and if time permits, he will even step aside and celebrate - as he has always done in the past.

In Ms. Tiffany's impression, Lawyer Zigg has attended several of her own birthday parties.

Of course... if he was just a regular employee, most of the time he was just a little gift with his signature on it or something, he wouldn't show up.

Kind of... an incentive.

“Just happened to be invited by an old friend.” Counselor Zigg winks now, "so... enjoy the party tonight, Ms. Tiffany. Happy birthday, finally. ”

“Thank you.”

Nonetheless, to this day, the host of this party has not yet appeared… but the guests seem to have arrived.

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[Third: Voice]

This is supposed to be the most crowded time for dinner, but the big hotel is looking pretty cool at the moment... because most of the guests are out for an alfresco dinner.

Even the chefs at the restaurant, most of them were out to prepare food for the banquet.

In the corridor, a bloated figure is walking at a fast pace… Mr. Dillings.

His lips were a little white at the time, holding an old suitcase, grabbing his pants with one hand, and gasping in the hallway... overslept, Mr. Dillings sighed, thinking of finishing his meal for a little rest.

Tonight's night has important things to do, hope you don't miss the time... Oh, this damn Chef Burger, why does it taste so good?

Sudden fainting… could also be an inadvertent relationship, Mr. Dillings suddenly felt some difficulty breathing and his heart sounded like an old overloaded engine.

He felt his breathing suddenly fainting, even losing his balance, and then he went down and threw the suitcase out.

Only saw the suitcase roll down the stairs on the second floor of the hotel lobby.

The suitcase did not look like a leather ball and was undamaged when it eventually landed… When the dizziness receded slightly, Mr. Dillings rose and saw clearly that the suitcase had been opened as it rolled down the stairs.

He suddenly panicked and quickly walked down with his armrest.

The violin in the suitcase and the bow spread out two places… Mr. Dillings bent over to pick up the bow before walking towards the violin.

But there was a beautiful palm that had already picked up the violin before he arrived... Mr. Dillings couldn't help but shudder.

“Hey, it's you two! ”

Isn't that the couple he's met several times today... Mr. Dillings looked at Mr. Lo and the maid dressed at the moment and thought they'd be ready to go to the banquet too.

At this time, the violin was in Rocchu's hand... After picking up the violin, Mr. Rocchu reached over the back plate of the violin and slowly turned over, only to see that the bridge above had broken... even broken two strings, and even the head had broken a corner.

“What a shame.” Rochu said softly… his hands lifted the violin and sent it to Mr. Dillings.

How could he not see the violin like this?

Mr. Dillings looked a little dark at once, and stayed on the spot... just heard him constantly reciting words, saying what to do, how to be good or something, as if he would faint at any moment with a dark eye.

Mr. Dillings finally took the violin in silence, then sighed softly and smiled bitterly, "I'm such a loser, I can't do anything. ”

I don't know if it's for myself or for someone else... I guess it's for myself.

“Is this violin important to you, Mr. Dillings?” Boss Lo suddenly asked.

Mr. Dillings nodded, not thinking too much: "It's something a very important friend gave me… I couldn't keep it safe. ”

“If I said I could fix this violin for you...” Lochu looked into Mr. Dillings' eyes and said slowly, "But the price is, would you be willing to give it to me if I needed it? ”

Mr. Dillings stunned, and he looked in the direction the young man was pointing to a brown cover notebook that had fallen on the ground… this was his notebook, which was also placed in a suitcase, which should have fallen out together.

“You want it?” Mr. Dillings looked incredibly at this young Oriental man and couldn't help but ask: “Why? ”

“Probably because I like it.” Rochu smiled.

The maid around her had picked up the suitcase beside her when she was talking to Mr. Dillings... When she handed it over to Mr. Dillings, the maid looked casually at the mark on the suitcase and seemed to remember something, her eyes slightly moved.

Mr. Dillings thought about it at this time and then shook his head and laughed: "Don't say it's just a notebook, if you can really fix this violin for me, it's fine to double your cost! Because it really means a lot to me! But even if you can fix it, it's too late, I can't wait that long..."

“Not necessarily.” Boss Lo smiled mysteriously and then picked up the violin from Mr. Dillings' hand, "please wait a moment, Mr. Dillings. ”

While Mr. Dillings was away, Mr. Lo walked to the corner of the lobby with the violin and soon disappeared into Mr. Dillings' sight.

Mr. Dillings had to hold the bow, his face full of doubt, and he could only stand silly... only the maid looked at him, seemingly measuring.

……

Actually, not far away, but behind the stairs, avoiding their gaze... Boss Lo picked up the violin that had broken in his hand.

His palms naturally emitted a faint light, which then began to pass slowly from the point of the harp.

Head, shaft, pillow...

Where it broke, it started to heal little by little, even with broken strings —— Mr. Lo closed his eyes and ended up putting the repaired violin in his ear.

The finger gently moved the new string.

Give it to you and use it to fulfill your dreams.

- You will succeed… I will wait for you here.

……

“Fixed, Mr. Dillings. ”

Mr. Dillings incredibly took the recovered violin with his hands... carefully measured. He even wondered if the other party had deliberately replaced him with a new one - but it was incredible to think that the other party was asking for just a notebook of its own.

No one would buy a new violin for a notebook, would they?

“How did you do that?” Mr. Dillings looked at this amazing Oriental boy with astonishment.

“It's sort of a trade secret.” Boss Lo blinked and then the maid handed the notebook to him, "then, as promised, the note belonged to me, Mr. Dillings. ”

“Oh... okay.” Mr. Dillings nodded subconsciously, "If you like, take it. ”

Really, that was a big help?

Watching the two leave with their hands, Mr. Dillings scratched his head and muttered, “Good man? ”

……

……

[Four: Dance with me, please]

Ms Centipede turned around and came back… although she couldn't see the color of the god clearly because of the mask, posture language had amply demonstrated one thing - she had gained a lot.

Probably words like praise from younger followers.

“Oh dear, have you stayed here all night drinking wine all by yourself? Since when is your life so boring? ”

Ms. Tiffany didn't want to ignore the guy at all, stood tired, pulled the chair open and sat down.

“Aunt Tiffany... and Mrs. Cindy. ”

The familiar figure appeared before them as Mr. Gusf - only to see him walk slowly and politely greet the two ladies.

“Goosevelt, you're still so handsome, how's work going?” Ms. Centipede casually said, "Nice banquet tonight. ”

No, whether it's from the service or the scene, or even the atmospheric orchestra, or the food and drink, it can't be said that anything is wrong - and more importantly, Ms. Centipede brings back the good memories of her youth.

“Thank you for your praise, Ms. Cindy. ”

Ms. Tiffany rubbed her eyebrows at the moment and said, "Gusf, the anonymous guest who started this party hasn't shown up yet? ”

“Not yet.” Mr. Gusf shook his head in confusion, "and we couldn't even reach the guest… he just said that he would show up at the banquet, that's all. Had it not been paid in advance, I would have even thought it would have been a prank. ”

“Any strange person these days.” Ms. Cindy shrugged her shoulders and offered her insights.

Ms. Tiffany was suddenly curious, “Have you seen Mr. Dillings, whom you mentioned this afternoon? ”

After all, it is likely that Ms. Tiffany was somewhat curious to be associated with the owner behind the hotel, as the housekeeper who has been serving the Alec Grand Hotel - and this is largely why Mr. Dillings is here tonight.

Ms. Cindy looked curious about who Dillings really looked like —— but the two nephews obviously didn't care about her curiosity at the moment.

Mr. Gusf shook his head: "Not yet. ”

Ms. Tiffany whispered softly and said softly: "Forget it... Gusf, I'm a little tired today and would like to get back to bed early. Tomorrow I will finish my leave and return to my post. ”

“Aunt Tiffany, but you're on your first day off?” Mr. Gusf couldn't help but admonish himself.

Ms. Tiffany shook her head, “There's nothing to do after the holidays… or the work is more interesting. I'm not old enough to do anything. ”

Ms Cindy felt that this phrase really hurt her greatly... if it hadn't been for these decades of friends, she would have ignored it. She sat down breathlessly and missed it.

Ms. Tiffany, just as if she hadn't heard, was looking for a way out of the ballroom.

The lights suddenly dimmed, stopping Ms. Tiffany's footsteps… the sudden change also made the room suddenly quiet.

And then the lights started to change, and they started to converge, and they ended up interwoven in the orchestra.

Under the lights, a swollen figure is walking hard on the stage of a temporary performance.

But his figure was huge… it should have been very eye-catching, if it had been a handsome man.

The swollen man's face, with a fake beard and a fake big nose, gave a very funny feeling - even when the man walked in front of the microphone, the button on his tight tuxedo finally broke apart.

Oh, the banquet hall was filled with laughter.

This could be a banquet to make guests happy with special performances… ugly horns or something.

“Isn't that right, Mr. Dillings?” Downstairs, Mr. Gusf, who also saw the scene, could not help but open his mouth… he really did not know why the guest of the Presidential Suite was on stage at this time.

And looking at Mr. Dillings holding the violin at the moment, is he... is he trying to perform on it?

“How did Mr. Dillings get up there? Can anyone tell me?” Mr. Gusf hastily interrogated a waiter nearby.

“I don't know...”

Mr. Gusf frowned, and he subconsciously found where Counsel Zigg was, but he saw the lawyer, and he was watching this scene with great interest, and there was a smile in his mouth.

This makes Mr. Gusf even more confused… It's just that he has no time to think about more, because Mr. Dillings on stage has already made a move.

He put his bow gently on the string… really intended to pull it.

The guests downstairs were quiet, but they were kind of expecting the gentleman who brought the laughing stock when he came out, and what kind of performance they were going to do next.

Ms. Tiffany just stared silently at the violin in Mr. Dillings's hand.

The violin… she can recognize it at first glance —— it's something that she gets from someone else in a very special way.

She even regretted, suffered… and is now almost oblivious.

Give it to you and use it to fulfill your dreams.

- You will succeed… I will wait for you here.

She slowly moved from the crowd to the stage.

Playing… Almost just a few of the preludes, people have identified what this bloated Mr. Dillings is going to play: Canon (D-Major).

……

But Mr. Dillings' skills are terrible.

He can hardly even describe a beginner, and the intermittent sound of the piano makes the performance quite another.

Even the orchestra that was originally invited… and even the conductor, did not seem to be able to cooperate well with the gentleman at the moment.

This is going to look really bad… people are starting to argue that such a performance is likely to screw up the party.

Unexpectedly, a few more guests in masks suddenly walked onto the stage... wondering if they were spontaneous or prepared in advance.

These guests all carry different instruments, among them George and Goben, who, even a short time ago, revived their young memories for Ms. Centi.

Strangely enough, the orchestra invited by Mr. Gusf could not match Mr. Dillings' clumsy skills, but the guests who came up naturally followed Mr. Dillings' rhythm and slowly played their instruments.

Even after all the voices have been combined, they are still intermittent, with occasional cartoons… and even missounds.

Mr. Gusf listened, even frowned... if this Mr. Dillings was not a guest of the Presidential Suite, if he didn't feel any connection to the owner behind the scenes of the hotel... too much if he had to endure.

But the lady sitting beside her seemed a little fascinated and occasionally made some laughter... she probably remembered something from the past.

The crowd suddenly began to scatter… seemingly spontaneous, and the guests slowly retreated into a space of a month and a half.

Gusf saw Aunt Tiffany standing in a vacant spot... she stood there alone, not knowing when to close her eyes.

He tried to talk to her, but she slowly reached out.

Her right hand reaches forward, as if it were someone's palm. Her left hand also raised, as if it were falling on someone's shoulder… she didn't seem to be the only one.

She began to move her body slowly, following the loopholes of Canon (D-Major) played by this temporarily flat band on stage.

The moon is perfect tonight.

It seems that there is a shadow of who emerges and disappears from the eyes of mankind, who appears and disappears, who seems to exist but is not there.

“I think I saw Pahl?” Lady Cindy rubbed her own eyes.

When she went to see it again, she never saw anything… what she saw was just a friend dancing there alone.

Perhaps she should be stopped, after all this behavior is too risky... but why should it be stopped?

It's like she's never seen Tiffany before, living off a girl with a dream, is it?

And nobody said anything.

In this awkward performance, solo dance with one person, something seems to flow through the hearts and minds of people, making everything quiet.

The moon also gradually softens.

Far away, outside the crowd... on the beach of an artificial lake beneath the ballroom, the maid took off her shoes and stepped on the white sand.

The same goes for Rochu.

He was holding her waist gently and dancing round here.

……

……

[Fifth: Happy Birthday]

Tiffany slowed down and ended up in the dance position… her eyes were still closed and she seemed to be immersed in a certain finish.

Mr. Dillings' clumsy performance is over.

Actually, it's been stopped for a while, maybe a few minutes.

Finally, Ms. Tiffany opened her eyes slowly… her eyes blurred as if to see a distant shadow, gradually disappearing into the night.

When she closed her eyes, he came with Canon (D-Major).

When she opened her eyes, he left with the end of Canon (D-Major).

Only she's still here.

Ms. Tiffany suddenly had an unspeakable relaxation, she was not even embarrassed by her past behaviour, and she slowly appealed and then looked at the swollen man on stage.

According to Gusf, she thinks this must be Mr. Dillings… but she still can't think of who this Mr. Dillings is - although she has some speculation that this Mr. Dillings is probably here for herself.

As if the eyes of this Tiffany woman had been perceived.

Mr. Dillings went to great lengths to take a note out of his clothes pocket, and he looked at it and went to the microphone and said softly:

I hope you'll always be young and happy.

Hope you can get out of the shadows of life.

- All love is contained here.

Sound enters everyone's ears and heart.

Ms. Tiffany opened her mouth slightly and she was about to say something, but all of a sudden the guests were hugging her.

And they were all like, “Tiffany! Happy Birthday! ”

“Happy birthday! ”

“Long time no see, remember me? Happy birthday, Tiffany! ”

“You're still just as pretty! Tiffany! I wish I hadn't pursued you! Happy Birthday! ”

She was almost submerged in people's blessing voices, looking at the faces of those who had taken off their masks, a familiar face… the faces of the elderly who had worked here.

Ms. Tiffany was overwhelmed.

At this point, Lawyer Zigg pushed a cake out of the crowd slowly, and he walked in front of Ms. Tiffany, “Happy birthday, dear Tiffany, hope you enjoy the birthday party I was preparing for. ”

Ms. Tiffany was first flat and then there was some explanation… By the way, this was prepared by Counsel Zigg - and only Counsel Zigg was able to invite so many former employees back from all over the place.

Ms. Cindy also drilled in from the crowd at this time and looked at her best friend complainingly, obviously she didn't know all about it, and now there was nothing she could do, “No wonder you pushed me away from my birthday party for you, so that's it. ”

She really loved this good sister for decades, hugging the happy fruit around her, watching the people around her... 55 years old birthday, could have had such a wonderful time.

Ms. Tiffany has been smiling and accepting everyone's blessings… she is searching in the crowd for the swollen figure holding the violin.

But he's not here anymore, and I don't know when he's gone.

Perhaps later, go to this mysterious Mr. Dillings and ask him about the violin… always a little concerned.

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[Part 6: Liquid Gold Years]

Satisfaction and happiness… probably that simple.

A 55-year-old woman does not seem to have much to gain… she now has no husband, has never even had a child of her own, and has lived alone for five years.

Life is so boring that you can see unprecedented beauty with a simple touch.

Ms. Tiffany thinks she'll sleep very sweetly tonight - but before she does, she wants to see this Mr. Dillings.

“Already checked out? ”

“Yes, Ms. Tiffany. This is what the gentleman said he was going to give you when he left. ”

At the floor, the doorman sent an old suitcase to Ms. Tiffany and then left.

The first time she saw it, she saw the mark in the suitcase, the Gusf's mouth.

Ms. Tiffany pondered for a moment, then slowly opened the suitcase and gently removed the violin hidden in it from her hands.

And a bow.

She walked up to the window and looked at everything that was covered in gray... downstairs, as if she saw someone else.

Who thinks she waves, waves, and then this person slowly turns around, walks, walks, walks, walks, disappears.

Ms. Tiffany watched obsessively, holding the violin and bow in her hand for a while, closing her eyes and humming Canon (DMajor) 's song gently.

It's a wonderful day, like a dream.

He... drew a period here today.

……

Mr. Dillings walks alone on the road and looks back at this incredible Alec Hotel behind him.

He then ended up meeting two of the club's main servants who had just returned from the artificial lake beach.

The maid is still barefoot… the shoes are between her fingers.

The two of them shook their hands and seemed to be saying something quietly… When they saw Mr. Dillings alone, Mr. Lo took the initiative to say hello.

“Good evening, Mr. Dillings. ”

“You too.” Mr. Dillings smiled, “That was really helpful! Otherwise, I'll mess things up! If you get a chance to come to [Hallstadt] in the future, make sure to contact me! I'll treat you well! Oh, look at me! I'll write you a contact. ”

As soon as he hit his head, Mr. Dillings started touching his clothes —— but he couldn't find the paper and the pen, and the suitcase in his hand was empty.

“Write it here.” Boss Lo smiled and took the notebook from Mr. Dillings, and then there was a pen.

Mr. Dillings happily wrote down his contact details and address in his notebook.

“Mr. Dillings, are you leaving now? ”

Mr. Dillings nodded, “Yes, I have a plane to catch first thing tomorrow morning… I have to get back to work on Monday. I came out of hiding from my wife this time. If I don't get back in time, trust me! She won't let me sleep in bed! That's too bad! ”

The maid laughed at the moment, and it was moving.

Mr. Dillings couldn't help but look a little stunned, thinking that this young man was truly a blessing to have saved the galaxy in his last life.

And Rochu suddenly asked, "Can I ask you something, Mr. Dillings? ”

“Yes, go ahead. ”

Boss Lo looked at the notebook in his eyes and said, “Why did you end up on stage, Mr. Dillings, when you wrote something different... ”

Then Mr. Dillings thought, “Well... does that feel better? I always screw things up anyway. ”

Lochu nodded only with a smile and said softly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dillings… have a nice trip. ”

“So that's it. ”

Mr. Dillings was just as happy. He greeted him and left without stopping… He just didn't see it, but behind him, Mr. Lo bowed gently to him.

……

It's been a long time since Mr. Dillings has waited for a bus to arrive in front of a bus stop outside the Alec Grand Hotel… Looking at a point in time when it's probably stopped operating, Mr. Dillings can't help but get a little upset.

Perhaps the front desk of the hotel should help call a taxi, but Mr. Dillings pulled his own trouser pocket at this time, and he couldn't help but find something sad... no money.

He really had no money - almost all of his money was spent on this trip, even putting up all of his own private room money… and paying the boss two months in advance.

His sudden regret, even the urge to have dark eyes... God knows how to go back and tell his wife?

Unexpectedly, a private car slowly approached Mr. Dillings and stopped… when the door opened, an old black man in a gorgeous dress waved at him.

“Hello Mr. Dillings…” the old man invited Mr. Dillings to the car and looked at the confused Mr. Dillings, smiling slightly: "First of all, introduce yourself, my name is Zigg… Then I am the lawyer appointed by Pahl to handle the estate affairs for him… One of his estates was assigned to you, Mr. Dillings. ”

Dillins blinked, then grabbed his hair, unbelievably: "Counselor? Pahel's? That guy owes me six months' rent in a row, what's his legacy... except a dog? ”

“But even so, you are willing to help him fulfill his last wish... to come here from far away Austria, even now. ”

Lawyer Zigg smiled, “I think in Pahl's last life, you will feel incredibly proud to know your friend… Believe me, Mr. Dillings, this legacy is what you deserve, your kindness and fidelity made you pass Pahl's test, and you end up doing even better… So, Mr. Dillings, you'll get Pahl's legacy of 40 million euros. ”

“Damn... how much?!! ”

Mr. Dillings jumped up suddenly and then the brains hit the roof of the car, and he screamed again... it hurt so bad.

……

……

[Part 7: All love is contained here]

Upon returning to the room, Mr. Lo, who was in a good mood, opened a bottle of wine and went out on the terrace with the maid in a cool breeze.

He opened Mr. Dillings' notebook and looked at it page by page.

Here are all his plans for this trip, each of which is very clear - and finally, the completeness of the list of things he needs to do.

“Today, I picked up a good one.” Boss Lo said satisfactorily.

The maid took the notebook from the owner and flipped it to the front of the notebook… it was different from Mr. Dillings' handwriting.

The maid whispered a passage that read:

Hopefully, you know I've never given up on our dreams.

You don't get any help and comfort from me when you're lonely and sad.

- I'm very heartbroken about that.

- All love is contained here.

……

There's someone who's silently in love with you, and she's, like, gone away.