Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth

After tributing the life obtained from the deal with the psychic teacher, Luo Qiu got a full 200 days worth of lifespan.

With how he suffered previously because due to his limited lifespan and along with the deductions for the club’s services, Luo Qiu now felt that his lifespan which was a year, was considered sky high compared with his measly 30 days at the beginning.

As the number of transactions and tributes increase, his lifespan would only grow larger and larger.

…

There actually weren’t a lot of skills that a black soul envoy needed to master.

Merely two skills. One was the method to produce the information cards, and the other was to entice potential customers to come to the club. Probably due to his past identity as a Taoist, Tai Yinzi mastered these abilities quickly.

Within two days, Tai Yinzi was eligible to start his work experience outside as a ‘trainee’, bringing in customers for the club.

“Master, it’s already the third day, but Jiang Chu doesn’t seem to plan to come.”

You Ye brought two sandwiches and a glass of orange juice to Luo Qiu as his breakfast. She then brought up this issue while they were chatting.

Luo Qiu picked up his sandwich leisurely but maintained his focus on the book he was reading. He said without a care, “He might believe that his son will recover… however, his son cannot hold on for too long.”

“I gave that woman a black card without discount last night.” You Ye said as she wiped the bar unconcernedly.

Luo Qiu gave a start, saying after a moment, “That’s fine. however, you should notify me before you do it next time.”

“You Ye understands.” The servant girl movements relaxed, a smile appearing on her face.

Luo Qiu focused on a sentence from a page of ‘Origins of Blue and White Porcelain’. Nevertheless, he did not miss all these little details. To explain it:

In You Ye’s perspective, there was no problem.

The club’s existed for transactions and tributes, therefore it was understandable that she would seek out qualified individuals. Furthermore, the former boss had been too passive concerning the business, this 300-year old senior worker seemed to be expecting a change after the new boss came into power.

The reason You Ye worked so hard might be to increase the opportunities for the owner to enter into more deals thus increasing his lifespan.

Of course You Ye might not have realized something—That, Luo Qiu didn’t fully trust this ‘senior worker’ from the very beginning.

It probably would need a long time.

Interpersonal communication was always like this.

On the contrary, the club was of unparalleled importance to the boss. It could also be said it had an irresistible allure. The boss could enjoy endless life with constant transactions. Furthermore, as the number of transactions increased, one would get many fantastic abilities.

Sounds very attractive, right? It also gives one motivation, right?

Who wouldn’t want to plunge into this world with infinite life and more power?

And then what?

Even if managed to complete countless transactions and possessed hundreds or thousands of years worth of lifespan, so what? All one would think about is to gain more, thus repeatedly try to complete more trades, only gaining a little gratification whenever achieving a successful transaction.

Was that any different from Zhong Luochen, who was stripped of the sense of happiness?

Or keep bringing tributes to the club, becoming a shell of a person like the former boss who could not stand the loneliness anymore?

Luo Qiu suddenly understood. The potential customers needed to fight their innermost desires and lust. As for him, the club boss, he shouldn’t be thinking of achieving endless life. Instead, he should focus on preserving his sense of self.

Granting you an unlimited lifespan along with fantastic abilities, but losing one’s identity… Eventually, wouldn’t one become the largest and most special ‘customer’ to the club?

Originally, if he was not as negative as the former boss, allowing nature take its course, his lifespan would gradually accumulate.

Just like now.

In less than 10 days, his lifespan changed to one year from the original 30 days.

“You Ye, we are not doing business today, let’s go out for a walk.”

Luo Qiu closed his book abruptly, looking at the shocked You Ye. He smiled, “We’ll know if someone comes, and it’s easy to come back. It would be a waste of time if we don’t have a walk outside for a change in mood.”

“But, where should we go?” You Ye asked in puzzlement.

Luo Qiu smiled, “Do you remember during my first deal, we did a personal inspection? How about going to the hospital?”

You Ye said without thinking, “That was because it was master’s first transaction and master didn’t have the ability to purchase the customer’s information. However it’s different now, there’s no need for those trivial issues.”

But Luo Qiu said, “No need? But all I want is that when I recall the memories of us together, it won’t only have the walls of the club.”

You Ye said coolly, “Time will dilute all memories.”

The words Luo Qiu spoke next matched his age, “Then constantly create new ones, or revisit the old places if they were really forgotten. There are lots of ways.”

You Ye didn’t insist, but nodded and said softly, “Then master, please wait for a second.”

…

…

In a dim alley, a man was running hurriedly. Utilizing his impressive skills, he dashed through the dirty alleys, like a fish in water.

However, why was his hiding place exposed?

Had he been betrayed by someone?

Those hateful cops…do they think they can catch me like this? Perhaps in a hundred years!

BOOM!!!

A sudden blare rang out, the man felt a piercing pain immediately, falling forward to the ground. A bloody hole could be seen on his leg.

The man painfully covered his wound with his hands, turning around to look behind. A middle-aged adult in a yellow windbreaker walked up to him leisurely.

He was the cop who brought others to his hiding place! The man gritted his teeth, secretly moving his hands.

But just as he moved, another bullet hit him. It went through his palm, making him screech once more.

“Idiot, don’t you know I’m the No.1 shooting expert at the station? Even if the distance was a little further, I would still be able to headshot you.”

As soon as the cop stopping talking, several plainclothes rushed out from the back alley and immobilized the man on the ground.

“Officer Ma! You’re great! You found the hiding place of this guy so quickly!” a plainclothes officer instantly showered him with praises, “Who is that excellent informant of yours? Can you introduce them to me?”

[Tut, do I have to tell you that I have a friend, my late master’s wife, who is resourceful beyond measure and has eyes and ears everywhere?]

Officer Ma snorted, “Don’t get too comfortable, this guy is only a contact. The real head is still in hiding! Take him back and begin the interrogation! And have him spit out all he knows! Pah, these scumbags! If I wasn’t a policeman, I would have smashed this guy’s skull in!”

All the officers could only pretend they didn’t hear anything.

Well, if it wasn’t for that character of his and if he didn’t spout such comments constantly which always troubled his superiors, this policeman should have been promoted to the executive level.

At this moment, Officer Ma’s cellphone rang.

He answered it impatiently, then face changed and started scolding the other side, “Are you all idiots? Letting him die in the station?”

Officer Ma had just received the news, that the cult organization leader they caught just now who called himself ‘psychic teacher’ had committed suicide a few moments ago.

“F*ck! What era this is! How can someone even commit suicide by biting off his own tongue? Are you kidding me?”

Officer Ma frowned, escorting the man into the police car with irritation written all over his face.