Trafford's Trading Club

Translator: AlfredoPoutineSoup  Editor: DesTheSloth

Even if it was the third time they met, Cheng Yiran still couldn’t observe any information he wanted from him, no matter if it was a small action or some behavior of his habit or something.

He tried to peep at this mysterious businessman using his observation— before the third time he stepped in. But when the boss sat in front of him, Cheng Yiran had to give up his naïve thought.

He was not a nobleman like Zhong Luochen, so he didn’t have good observation ability… if he could, he wouldn’t have been tricked by Li Zifeng.

So Cheng Yiran abandoned what he originally wanted to say… and revealed his true thoughts urgently after the boss said his usual opening of ‘What can I do for you?’.

Cheng Yiran was shocked by his honesty while saying, “Why… can Hong Guan use it as well?”

Cheng Yiran’s true question was ‘Why couldn’t he play that guitar.’

But why did he asked such a question?

Luo Qiu said after thinking, “Huh… I thought Mr. Cheng will ask something about yourself. Human’s hearts are so complex. Then, may I ask, why does Mr. Cheng think that Hong Guan wouldn’t be able to use this guitar?”

“That is something I bought!” Cheng Yiran said subconsciously.

Luo Qiu said calmly, “If a customer bought one object… such as cellphone or some other tools, can other people use it?”

“That’s different!” Cheng Yiran refuted him.

“Why?” Luo Qiu questioned back.

Cheng Yiran clenched his fist, “It belongs to me… I bought it with my soul! Your examples are not applicable to mine, because it’s not about the original property of the goods. It is similar to my body’s property, so others cannot use it!”

“About this question, I think I’ve explained that to you, Mr. Cheng.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “I don’t plan to answer it this time. What I can say, is that the ability of the guitar didn’t disappear, you can wake it up again.”

Cheng Yiran frowned… wake it up again?

If he could… then this was not the worst situation.

So he asked, “How can I wake it up?”

Luo Qiu said indifferently, “It’s not included in the suggestion. If Mr. Cheng wants to know it, you may have to purchase it… of course, you do not have much on you to be used as the transaction fee… Are you sure you want to buy it?”

The mystery was magnified in Cheng Yiran’s heart; his heart beat quicker and cold sweat emitted all over his body.

He didn’t lose his rationale and know he should keep calm—he was very weak compared with this shop and its boss. It was clear that violence would only make the situation worse.

He was so foolish and young.

If he could think about it clearly and carefully… If he proposed a more appropriate requirement instead of losing himself, he would not be in such a dilemma.

“Let me think about it.”

Cheng Yiran finally flinched under the calmness of the boss… because he was afraid if he stepped forward, he may fall into the abyss beyond redemption.

Luo Qiu waved his hand, then Cheng Yiran disappeared from the club.

The servant girl came with hot tea and ask curiously, “Oh, did the customer leave? How quick.”

“Yeah.” Luo Qiu took off the mask and smiled, “Don’t waste the tea.”

Boss Luo picked up a piece of lemon, putting it in his mouth. The sour taste had him narrow his eyes.

He asked You Ye to sit down, “Do you think Wind will forgive or…”

The boss hand flicked, some scenes showed up in front of the servant girl.

You Ye sat straightly and looked at the scenes. She always thought it was useless to focus on customers… and on time too; but since the new boss arrived, everything became different.

It was afternoon.

Before this, when customers left, this place would be dim even if was afternoon. The former boss would go back to his room and she would close her eyes, sitting here.

The lamp would only be lighted up when customers came in.

But now, the light was always lit, and he would always be with her.

She wanted it to last forever.

…

…

They called this place ‘Yun Qin Building’. It was built many many years ago. There were only some houses in front and it had a good view.

But now, more and more soaring buildings appeared, blocking its view.

‘Pull down those buildings’—Such thought emerged in Wind’s mind. He was standing on the ceiling fence.

He opened his arms, letting the strong wind hold them up… He liked this gesture, because it felt it was flying.

But it was too silly to tell others.

Now, the iron gate was opened, the sound from rusty bearings came with several footsteps.

He realized that those guys coming upstairs were not his ‘friends’… Maybe some of them were his enemies.

He turned back, standing on the fence and looked down… They were all his acquaintances below.

“Master Long, I think you would not be able to resist looking for me.” Wind said while running his eyes over… Long Xiruo, Ghost Baby, and two male monsters in black suits.

The shop owner had said that the bell will work on those weaker than him… Wind verified it.

The bell didn’t work on Ghost Baby, let alone the true dragon… but since he could keep calm facing those big monsters, he might have something special.

He was so excited when he overlooked the true dragon. Others said he was demonized… but he didn’t think it was bad.

A red light flashed across Wind’s eyes; he sneered, “When did senior monsters become so careful of me, a little monster? Are you frightened?”

Long Xiruo gazed at Wind’s lips, waving her hand suddenly, “You guys, step back.”

Ghost Baby dared not to go against her order…Ghost Baby didn’t think it dangerous for Long Xiruo, so he retreated and closed the iron gate.

“What’re you going to do?” Wind frowned.

Long Xiruo sighed, then made a bow to Wind, which surprised him.

“Why did you do this?” Wind was more puzzled.

“Why?” Long Xiruo raised her head, and said gently, “I’m apologizing for my distrust to you. If I didn’t suspect you, you wouldn’t have such a result.”

Who could receive the bow of a true dragon?

Shaking with surprise, Wind’s look became more dignified.

It was not about power, but about spirit oppression… this bow impacted some deep-rooted concept among monsters.

Her word divided humans and monsters; her words were the rules among monsters. And now she was apologizing?

Wind moved his lips slightly, he found Long Xiruo’s attention was beyond his expectation.

“Knock it off!”

His demonized heart made Wind roar abruptly!