Trafford’s Trading Club

This is a very serious scene.

The evil dragon from China was sitting in front of Luo Pianju with his chest expressionless at this time. The cake scum on the computer screen has not yet been erased, and the characters on the screen [Your man does not want you!] At this time, he was lying in a state of ignoring him.

The teammates are in a hurry.

"I still have a pain in my throat, as if I was stabbed with a hard object for three days and three nights. You don't understand." The dragon in China lost the warmth of the past...sandy.

Little Butterfly Demon could only put his hands on his knees, lowered his head and dared not lift up, "I...I'll get you some loquat water?"

She was about to stand up.

"Is this the problem?" The evil dragon from China couldn't help raising his voice.

Little Butterfly Demon seemed to be electrocuted all over, and after trembling, he quickly sat down again, still holding his hands on his knees and lowering his head, as if he was about to cry.

The evil dragon can't get evil right now...Long Xiruo sighed and rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Then?"

"But... what's next?" Luo Pian asked tentatively.

The real dragon of Shenzhou frowned and said: "You said that the bad woman came back...is it true?"

"Well." Luo Pian nodded, "Didn't you just ate the cake."

Miss Long, who has turned back to the evil dragon in China, only feels stomachache and sore throat at this time, as if she had just eaten a dead cockroach, her whole body was inexplicably painful, "Don't mention this to me, I can't get through it!"

"Yes, sorry..."

Long Xiruo rubbed her eyebrows again... she felt it was still difficult for her to calm down, so she gave herself a shot to calm herself--this stuff is always there.

In recent games, there are often inexplicable sudden deaths, either being backstabbed at the last moment of the boss in the room, or falling into a trap vortex while walking, and then it is hard to come across a lottery, often only to draw [make more efforts].

The blood pressure has soared, and the acne on the face seems to have grown a few more. Why is it so miserable?If she didn't put some tranquilizing injections in the narration, she felt that she would be a little bit unable to control Ji Ji.

control.

"So, just... is there only that bad woman?" the evil dragon from China asked abruptly.

"Only..." Xiaodie Demon was startled, and then quickly reacted: "Yes, only Sister Yu Ye...that bad woman alone, while shopping in the supermarket, I met You...that bad woman at the supermarket. ."

"I am not asking this!"

"what is that?"

"One...one means that one person returned and returned?" The evil dragon tone of Shenzhou was already weak by three points.

"Oh! This, the boss is back!" Xiaodie Yao suddenly reacted and smiled: "Sister Long, are you going to find the boss, right?"

"Who told you I'm going to find that profiteer!" The evil dragon from China roared, coldly humming, "I'm just worried that the profiteer will come back when he picks this critical time. I don't know what bad idea he might have!"

"Oh oh."

"You do not believe?"

"Letter!" Luo Pian slapped her head, stood up quickly, and said pleasingly: "Sister Long, I also bought a watermelon. I'll cut two slices for you and moisturize your throat!"

——It's better not to say that watermelon is something Yuya sister picked... right?

She ran out of the room quickly, running for her life.

The real dragon from China stared at this moment, but couldn't stare at anyone, so he shook his legs slightly irritably, and said to himself: "I'm back... Why don't you tell... what to do when you come back? At the time...No, I have to ask questions!"

With that, the true dragon from China quickly walked to the window, opened the door, and stepped on it.

"It's Lord Long!"

"Master Long is out——!"

"Dragon……"

Snap—the windows and doors can only be pushed back all at once.

Long Xiruo grabbed the messy greasy hair like crazy-dare she not get out?

Have to think of a way.

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Inside the World Summit Conference venue.

They are speculating about which employer's media this belongs to.

This is the front row of the interview area for the media, and the ones that can be arranged here are basically the representatives of the major countries-commonly known as the national team.

But the problem is that the top media among the big powers know the bottom line, but they have searched all the channels and still can't identify it. Which employer does this belong to?

It looks like a Chinese... but it is obviously not an official media.

Whispering, there are also those who intend to come forward to deal with and tentatively, but have not acted yet, everything is just brewing.

"There is a powerful force brewing in my stomach, I think I might need to go to the bathroom?" Old Q said timidly at this time, completely not looking like a muscular man.

Aunt Ren was also a little restless at this time, only Lizi was calm and gentle, and he forced him to be strong. I stuffed my mouth with snacks and remained motionless.

At this moment, a group of people wearing black suits and work cards around their necks walked quickly into the arena.

This group of people almost immediately attracted everyone's attention--especially the young but unsmiling man headed by him, who made people feel an overwhelming momentum.

Aunt Ren's eyes suddenly brightened--not because of the youth's face, but because of the aura emanating from this group of people, not like ordinary people.

It's like a soldier...A special department can cultivate this powerful aura.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, a group of people walked to the speaking area of ​​the stage, and the leading man stood up and said loudly: "Introduce myself, my name is Yan Xiaoxi, and it is the Special Affairs Administration of China. The section chief is also the person in charge of everything at this summit."

The flash light burst out in this venue in an instant.

However, a man in black behind Yan Xiaoxi walked out coldly. He held a small box in his hand and pressed it casually. A harsh sound rang, and the flashing equipment in the venue squeaked instantly. sound.

In an instant, the reporters with long cannons and short guns were shocked: the equipment in their hands was directly damaged at this time.

There was a riot at the scene.

This seems to be a new type of electromagnetic equipment... They guessed, when did China actually have such advanced equipment?

Yan Xiaoxi only brought a microphone at this time, and her calm voice sounded again: "I'm sorry, I broke your equipment...We will be responsible for compensation for this part of the loss. Now, let me explain the upcoming summit meeting. Please pay attention to some of the requirements..."

But an angry white reporter rushed out at this time and said angrily in a fairly fluent Mandarin: "You are depriving us of our freedom of the press!"

He wants to say more.

Yan Xiaoxi waved his hand, and two black suits immediately dragged the white reporter out.

"You can go back to your respective embassies to file a complaint. There is no problem when you go back to your country to file a complaint. There is no problem at all." Section Chief Yan is still indifferent. "But if you don't cooperate, you will be disqualified for this interview. This is China. I hope you will consciously abide by the rules here and don’t cause trouble to both sides...Are there any questions? Before preparing for the start of the meeting, I can spare time to solve it...Five minutes."

With that, Yan Xiaoxi sat directly in front of the rostrum.

In the audience, at this time, the major reporter groups were walking around-in short, what they did the first time was to pick up the phone and go to their boss father.

...

"Who is this person?"

Where's the boss father from Tian Tuan, a reporter from a third-rate magazine.

Even if there were, Ren Ziling didn't think it would be useful to call Song Ying by herself at this critical time.

The magazine was acquired by the Song Dynasty Group. When Ziling met with Song Ying last time, she probably knew that Song Dynasty’s intention to acquire the media was just to allow the Song Dynasty Group to develop and build a good reputation... Except for her own third-rate In addition to the magazine, the Song Dynasty also directly bought many similar media.

This is normal business behavior-so Aunt Ren really doesn't feel that such a managerial father can help her at this time.

The scene was still filled with a sense of dullness and tension...In it, probably only the official media of China was the most relaxed.

After all, it is the official media of Hong Miaozheng, and probably already knows some things in advance.

Yan Xiaoxi is now looking at the media in the interview area. He has a report on hand, which is the list of media reported today-all countries are responsible for it, and the expected ones are already on this list.

"How did this unit get in?"

The venomous Section Chief Yan almost saw some strange places on the list at the first glance, and instantly looked up at a certain position in the first row of the interview area.

At this time, the black-framed glasses worn by Section Chief Yan even gave out a strange vibration-this is the equipment developed by Dr. Zhao from the First Research Institute of the Administration, which can judge other people based on individual heat sources and the wavelength of body radiation. With Yaozu.

"Why is there a monster race?"

"Let me ask." The subordinate quickly responded at this time.

In two minutes, the subordinate walked back with a weird expression, looked at the expressionless face of Section Chief Yan, and said brazenly: "I have asked... this seems to be under the name of the Taoist Association. Of a company."

"Daomen Association?" Yan Xiaoxi couldn't help but froze at this moment, "When does Daomen Association have affiliated media?"

"It's a recent thing." The subordinate said quickly at this time: "Earlier, the Daomen Association appointed a new secretary, and then there were many new policies... The media's interview qualifications seemed to be forced in like this. Come. The interviews are arranged for the propaganda and foreign affairs departments, and they are not in our control."

"The new secretary?" Yan Xiaoxi pondered for a moment. "It's the guy named Song Haoran, right."

"Yes." The subordinate nodded, and then said again: "In addition, this media is clearly a company under the Song Dynasty...Song Dynasty's current person is Song Ying, who is Song Haoran's niece and Song Dynasty. The third-generation successor. This Song family, backed by the Taoist Association after the Taishan Incident, has done quite a lot recently... This interview qualification seems a bit too much."

Yan Xiaoxi suddenly waved his hand: "This is the Song family's affairs. This is not our responsibility... and it is not yet time for us to take care of it. After the meeting is over, you go and call out the Banshee Race alone. , Check her identity record and leave it alone if there is no problem."

But Song Haoran's question... is really a question.

It was just such a young man who caused the entire Dao demon two realms to owe great favor... Yan Xiaoxi was very tired just thinking about the hundreds of Dao Sect demon clan tokens Song Haoran had on hand.

This is an unimaginable terrible energy.

It's hard to tell the Yaozu, but the Dao Sect Association... The Dao Sect's masters involve too many high-ranking officials.

"I know." The subordinate quickly responded.

Three minutes passed quickly.

I saw that the media from all parties, who were originally filled with outrage, seemed to have reached a unified tacit understanding, and quietly returned to their original positions.

The unified response given by the management fathers is: good.

"Then, I will give you an information booklet about this summit meeting. Please read it carefully."

Chief Yan looked around and said calmly.

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...

"Inside, it should be almost started, right?"

Ma SIR, who came to the bathroom just now, took a bottle of water back. He found Ali who was working off the field and delivered the water.

The two of them sat aside and started chatting.

"It's almost there. I looked at the schedule, it should be this point." A Li said, looking at his watch.

"You are not qualified to go in?" Ma SIR couldn't help but said in surprise.

A Li smiled bitterly: "Don't look at me so high, I'm just a small employee in my own department... Everything in the field is the responsibility of that department, and nothing else is involved."

Lao Ma touched his head, "It's weird, how did Lao Ren get in?"

"Don't talk about it." A Li shook his head, then looked at Ma Houde, and suddenly asked: "Old Ma, what do you think?"

"What do you think?" Ma SIR asked in confusion.

A Li said sternly: "Our current world."

"Now..." Ma SIR raised his head at this time, his eyes looked a little distracted, and he looked at the clouds gathering and scattered in the sky, "Speaking of it, how should I look at it."

He had never thought about this problem...or rather, he was not ready to accept it.

"Perhaps, for us humans." Ma SIR said slowly at this time: "All of this came too quickly."

A Li was silent for a moment, but suddenly said, "Lao Ma, how much are your salary now?"

"Ask... Why do you ask this?" Ma Houde was startled, "You haven't stayed where I work, don't you know how much I pay?"

A Li said: "If you can, just bite your teeth and buy more properties... the future land price of this city will increase at a terrifying rate you can't imagine."

"How terrible can it be?" Ma SIR couldn't help but joked, "I can't catch up to the front line, right?"

"This city..." Ah Li said unexpectedly and solemnly at this time: "Perhaps it is the safest place in the entire world. You know, I heard that any supernatural power is invalid here. The above seems intentional. Here to create a...and also the world’s first experimental city where people and extraordinary people live together."

Ma SIR was taken aback by the bluff, and finally seemed to be unable to turn his mind. He subconsciously asked, "Ali, do you count as public or private...use?"

After Ma SIR finished speaking, he immediately covered his mouth and looked around nervously.

A Li didn't say anything, just stood up and patted Ma SIR on the shoulder, "Go back and discuss it with your wife... who should tell whom."

Ma Houde suddenly smiled bitterly: "You don't have to go around such a big circle, just go and say no by yourself... You have to pass me."

A Li shrugged and said calmly: "It's time to work, Officer Ma."

Gee, woman!