Trafford’s Trading Club

In the lobby on the thirteenth floor of the hotel, a specially hired orchestra was rehearsing for its performance in a few days.

As the person in charge of the banquet, Miss Zhang Qingrui of the Zhang family was also meticulously watching the layout of the venue.

Zhang Qingrui naturally didn't want anything to go wrong on Mrs. Zhang's eightieth birthday.

Regardless, even though it was her eightieth birthday, Zhang Qingrui felt a little confused when her grandmother, who had never liked such ostentation, suddenly wanted to have such a banquet and invited many celebrities to attend.

But this confusion did not dilute the joy in Miss Zhang's heart. How many people can live to be eighty years old? Her grandmother is eighty years old and still healthy. Isn't it something to be happy about?

The strings stopped at this time, and the conductor of the band put down his baton and walked to Zhang Qingrui with a smile.

The band conductor in a tuxedo must be in his early fifties. In fact, he was also a guest of Gu Yuezhai, so he was able to invite this conductor over, obviously because of his grandmother's face.

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Fang." Zhang Qingrui smiled and said, "That day will definitely be a wonderful banquet."

Fang Ruchang also smiled and said: "In that case, it would be an honor for me to perform for Mrs. Zhang's banquet tomorrow... Well, Ji Ping, come here."

At this time, Fang Ruchang looked for a violinist in the band. This was a handsome young man who came slowly like a gentleman.

Fang Ruchang said: "Let me introduce, this is Fang Jiping, my son...this is Miss Zhang Qinrui from the Zhang family."

Fang Jiping has played the piano since he was a child, and now works as a violinist in his father's band. The band has participated in many performances over the years and has a pretty good reputation. Fang Jiping has been exposed to people in the upper class since he was a child, and his conversation and behavior are natural, elegant and calm.

"Hello, Miss Zhang." Fang Jiping, who smiled slightly, and even said that a sincere "you" is a hundred times better than any compliment, slowly stretched out his hand.

Zhang Qingrui stretched out her hand and gently squeezed Fang Jiping's finger, "Hello."

After the last-minute handshake, Zhang Qingrui said softly: "It's true that famous teachers make great disciples."

Fang Jiping said calmly: "Thank you... Well, Dad, I will continue to pack things, and you and Miss Zhang will continue to chat."

Fang Jiping actually said hello and left. Fang Ruchang watched his son leave with a smile, and said slowly: "Oh, this son is good at everything, but he is just dull in his old age. Don't take it off."

Probably someone to introduce to others.

Zhang Qingrui maintained his social composure and knew Fang Ruchang's plan... Just don't show that he was interested at this time. She skillfully changed the subject and said, "I heard that Uncle Fang is planning to go to Belgium after the meeting?"

"Haha, I have this plan." Fang Ruchang said quite proudly: "This time I plan to take Ji Ping to participate in the Queen Elizabeth International Violin Competition in Brussels. I hope he can get good results. Well, Qing Rui is right too You know something about this, and you seem to like it?"

You are really careless... You can come back like this. And she suddenly changed from Miss Zhang to Qing Rui...

Zhang Qinrui had quite a few complaints in his heart, but he couldn't get angry. The upper class also had troubles that the upper class could not express. The palm of her hand that had been holding the phone moved imperceptibly with her fingers.

She would pick an alarm, and the sound of the alarm would be exactly the same as the sound of an incoming phone call...well, that's what she would use for times like this.

The bell rang at this time.

"Sorry, let me answer the phone first." Zhang Qingrui said apologetically.

Fang Ruchang said: "It doesn't matter, it's Mrs. Zhang's birthday, so you are busy. After the performance in a few days, I will personally toast to Mrs. Zhang."

Zhang Qingrui smiled, pretended to answer the phone, nodded and walked away from Fang Ruchang.

After a while, Fang Ruchang came to Fang Jiping's side, but his expression was not so kind. He looked at his son and said, "This Zhang Qingrui is pretty and generous. I heard that she doesn't have a boyfriend yet."

"Dad, I just want to practice the piano well now." Fang Jiping shook his head and said.

Fang Ruchang said calmly: "The financial resources of the Zhang family are beyond your imagination. Although the competition is important, but with the support of the Zhang family, a large financial group, you can truly have the opportunity to rise to international prominence. You have a bright future. You have to take control of yourself.”

Fang Jiping suddenly felt irritated, "I have someone I like."

Fang Ruchang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Is it the young lady from the Wang family from last time? Or is it Miss Li from earlier? I saw you guys chatting well before."

"No, dad, please don't make blind guesses." Fang Jiping said, "When the time comes, I will introduce you."

Fang Ruchang nodded and said: "Okay. But remember, those women who are of no use to you can just be played with. For you now, there is nothing comparable to the next game."

"I know." Fang Jiping muttered.

…

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Commercial Street.

In front of the cold drink shop, the boss was looking at a dirty old woman impatiently and said: "Go away, go away, don't stop me from doing business! It stinks, how can I do business with you here?"

There were patches of mending everywhere on his clothes, and he was a bit hunched over. The old woman was also carrying a large gray-white cloth bag. She was said to be an old woman. If she looked directly, she seemed to be in her sixties.

There seemed to be something wrong with the old woman's eyes, which were white and cloudy. She reached out and touched the front of her face before approaching the direction where the boss was speaking. But she skillfully pulled out a pile of crumpled white paper from the bag.

It was black and white, with a half-length photo of a child about four or five years old printed on it. The old woman pulled out a piece of white paper with trembling hands, and said hopefully: "Boss, have you ever seen this child?"

"Go away, go away! If you want to find a missing child, go to the police station! This is where I do business, go away, go away!"

"Boss, boss! Take a look, please take some time to take a look, please..."

"Go away, go away!"

She could only touch the wall to leave, silently carefully put the leaflets she pulled out, and put them back into her bag.

The old woman then took out a bamboo pole tied to her body and began to light the ground while slowly walking towards the next store.

I have suffered from cataracts over the years, and my eyesight has long since deteriorated to the point where everything I see is just a lump of things... I guess it won't be long before I'm completely blind, right?

She went from house to house like this, some kind people asked her to go to the police station, some gave her some change, and some scolded her away.

But these are not what she wants.

She just wanted to hear from someone who knew about the child on the flyer.

Even if it's just "I seem to have an impression", that's fine.

Suddenly, she seemed to touch a door, maybe a wooden door, and a cool breath came out, making her feel a burst of comfort on this hot summer day.

Then there was a clear and sweet ringing sound.

"Welcome, guest. Is there anything you need?"

For the first time, the old woman heard such a polite and respectful voice... Someone didn't mind her being dirty.

She walked in immediately. (To be continued.)